Stuff I Do That Annoys My Wife
I suppose if I was more honest with myself, and if there where such a thing, I would make a great study subject for an e-hoarder TV special on the Oxygen network. Good thing there's no such thing, so until then, enjoy my mishaps.
I purchased an AWESOME alarm clock!
Recently I traveled away for home on a two night trip, so I decided to leave my alarm at home and take my chances on the old iPad, iPhone, hotel wake-up service trifecta.
I'm so excited that you will get to share in the related moment where I was able to annoy my wife long distance...
I'm Perpetually Gruntled
I'm "Following Guy"
New Glasses
I can relate to the need for bifocals because my eyes are ever-so-lightly nearsighted, so I have a pair with very mild correction, and I have begun using readers for reading and using my iPad for the past few years. My eyes seem to be worse when I'm driving at the moment that the sun sets. I was telling my friend about this and mentioned that what was really weird is that my eyes are much worse when the sun is setting, especially if my wife is in the pasenger's seat!
I shared this with my bride and her reaction made it clear that I had the makings of a new blog post. So there it is.
Fun at the hotel
I travel a lot, and there is very little that excites me anymore at hotels. Sure, there's the occasional silly housekeeping goof-up, like when they gave me a new shower cap five days in a row, when I hadn't even used the first one!
This week I was in Seattle Washington and Torrance California and as I was warming my shaving cream in the sink this following this happened that for some reason entertained me for several minutes. I only wish my bride had been here, because I know this would have annoyed her to no end.
If only she were here, I know I would be annoying her.
I'm sitting on a Delta flight flying from Atlanta to Seattle and I'm actually live via WiFi on my iPad (for an excess fee, of course).
My flight to Atlanta from Greensboro was delayed so I rushed to the gat with moments to spare. One exciting thing was that my arrival gate and my departure gate were both in the same terminal! I don't recall the ever being the case, so yes, it's a big deal. Anyway as I approach the gate I learn the there's been a slight delay. I was really hungry, having had nothing for breakfast, but I didn't dare wander far as they were bound to start boarding any second. Well, that delay was just the first of several, but by this time I was busy killing zombies, so my hunger abated. Finally they made the announcement I was expecting.
"I'm sorry, but your flight has just need canceled."
Again, no need to panic. I've been through this dozens of times, and so has Delta. I sit put for a few minutes while folks scramble and the attendant announces that they have another plane and all we need to do is switch gates.
I'm now on the plane and playing with my iPad, (yes, I'm name dropping) and finally my hunger returned with a vengeance. I checked the in-flight magazine and see that there is a snack pack available and it's only $6.00.
I ordered the snack and have to say that I wasn't fully prepared for what I received. This was basically a glorified "Lunchable". That's OK, it looks mostly eatable. I am trying to watch my carbs, so the chocolate and the cookie go to my neighbor. Cheese, sausage, and a pack of crackers that's not too terrible carb-wise. Then I see it...
There's a PRIZE in the box! This is an adult Happy Meal! What can it be? It's sort of like a book...
Oh boy, it's a pad of faux Post-Its. This instantly took me back to the days when Crackerjack stopped putting cool toys in the box and went to little books and stupid My Little Pony tattoos.
I don't like this.
I Have an Internet Radio Station
Several years ago a buddy of mine (Spanky) started an internet radio station through Live365. I was very intrigued by it and regularly asked him for updates on his success, which was quite impressive. His station featured 70’s pop/rock and most weeks it was #1, 2 or 3 in the adult contemporary genre. After a few years Spanky began to lose interest and one day he emailed me to see if I wanted to take over his station. I told him I wasn’t in the position to purchase it and he assured me that it wasn’t for sale, but he needed to pass it on to another “caregiver”. After a short investigating into how it worked I said “Sure, why not?” Allow me to explain how it works:
UPDATE: I no longer have an Internet radio station.
UPDATE: My station is off the air. This is one idea that's time has passed. With Grooveshark.com, Jango, Youtube, Slacker and on and on, there's really no need for me to keep this up. So now that this phase is over, what's next?
Playing With My Dingleberry At The Dinner Table
In 2002 or '03 my employer began investigating the BlackBerry, and I was given one as part of a 3 month beta test. Three months stretched to 6 when the call finally came from the IT department that it was time to turn-in the BlackBerry. While all the users love them, they had some security concerns, so for the time being the BB's had to go.
It was later that night when I plugged my old Treo into my PC to sync my data that I began referring to my PDA as my Dingleberry. If you don't know what a dingleberry is, you might not want to Google it. Trust me, it's not a term of endearment.
It's over 7 years later and though we've had Smart Phones for most of those years they have all been my Dingleberry, and they've all annoyed my wife.
I suppose she'd be fine with it if I didn't have it in my hand all the time. It's really an odd, Narcissistic thing to have to constantly check my email, just in case someone sent me something. Heaven knows there have been very few issues that have required that sort of vigilance, but like so many of my generation I can't seem to help it.
Where it really gets on her last nerves is when I have my dingleberry out at the dinner table. I think what really annoys her is that I am such a trivia and news junkie that I'm forever Googling something. (They do call me "The Googler")
Thankfully I've moved from the Treo, to a couple different Pocket PC's , and now to an Android. Who knows what's next? All I know is whatever it is I'll be lying with at at the dinner table and annoying my wife.
"The Face"
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Recreation of "The Face" |
Well, apparently I make a particular "face" whenever I'm telling a story that is obviously a joke. I suppose what it really is, is the worlds worst poker face. What's really funny is that I've never seen "The Face", and when we were trying to recreate it for the photo at right, my bride said I never did it.
Another interesting thing as that my bride and my kids have been able to spot The Face for years; and now their spouses are even getting into the act. You know, now that I think about it, I think this is something that annoys ME about Them!
Stacks and Stacks of Catalogs and Magazines

I think that's where it started. Years later in High School (1980) I took a speed reading class, where I eventually clocked 1000 words a minute with 98% comprehension. Not bad, but even with that "gift" I wasn't all that interested in literature. No, I checked-out every book from our school library that related to tools, handyman interests, true crime stories and history, but most of all I discovered magazines. And did they have magazines! They had 50+ years of Popular Mechanics, Popular Science and Mechanics Illustrated! I read every one from cover to cover. In fact, I still have the smell of those old yellowed pages permanently etched into my memory.
I moved on to Time Magazine, National Geographic and even Better Home and Garden. My true favorites were Hands-On Magazine from Shopsmith, and later Fine Woodworking.
Fast forward over 30 years and even I can admit that I have a problem. I subscribe to Wood Magazine, Fine Woodworking, Cooks Illustrated, Cigar Aficionado, Variety (that one's a mystery to me, but I read it), Woodshop News, Fine Home Building, SalesXP, Cabinetmaker+FDM, American Woodworker, Incentive Magazine, and Closets. Add to that the magazines that I buy at the news stand and you can imagine how they add up.
Oh, then there's the catalogs: I get three versions of the Lee Valley catalog: Hardware, Woodworking and Gardening, Woodcraft, Rockler, King Size (fat dude duds), Woodworkers Supply, Micro-Mark, L.L. Bean, MSC Direct, Reid Supply, Grabger, McMaster/Carr, Penn State Industries, Craft Supply, Hartville Tools, Highland Woodworking, Jamestown Distributors, West Systems.... Most of these are woodworking and tool related, but that's not a hard and fast rule.
So what's wrong with any of this? Can't a guy read a few magazines and catalogs without annoying his wife?
Well, I guess I need to confess the rest of the story, and this isn't an exaggeration... I have almost every catalog and magazine that I've ever read. They're next to my recliner; they're in the book case in the living room. They're in bankers boxes in the garage, my closet, the bonus room, under the sink in the bath room, and in my wood shop. They're in my work book case, on my desk, under my desk, in my training room, and so on and so on.
I've actually purged some of them, but what's really weird is that I still read them! I think this is somehow indicative of my interest in EVERYTHING, and has fueled my ability to retain tons of useful and trivial information; and the DIY magazines certainly have helped my mechanical knowledge. That said, as of this post my bride has put up with me and my magazines for almost 30 years and I really do understand her frustration and appreciate her patience.
One final thought. I know that some folks will understand the magazine thing but still be asking themselves why I would possibly want to keep old catalogs??? One of these days I promise to tell you the story of the Woodworkers Supply covers, but that wound is still too fresh. Am I a hoarder? I don't want to be, but if I apply a purely clinical definition, I would have to admit that yeah, to some extent I am. But hey, just think of all the interesting stuff that my bride will be able to sell on eBay when I die. My goal is that they'll all be well over a hundred years old by then... and well read.
But I Digress (& obsess)
Anyway, we are walking to the door when we see this "fugly" Scion that looks just like our son-in-law's car. No, wait, it doesn't have the pink monkey face in the rear window, and besides, it's parked in the handicapped space, so it's not him.
We turn to enter the restaurant when my bride points out the little bumper sticker in the lower left rear window. It says something about turning off a certain conservative cable news network. That's interesting because that certain station just happens to be my favorite channel.
We enter the restaurant and within a few seconds I notice that Jandy is staring at me.
"What?" I ask.
"Did you hear what I said?" She asked
Of course I didn't. But why not? That was when I became conscious of the fact that I was scanning the place and "profiling" the crowd for the likely driver. There were no obvious culprits: no one in a wheelchair or with a cane in a Che Guevara tee shirt and red memorial Larry King suspenders, for example.
Our meal was disturbed countless times by me interrupting Jandy with something stupid like "I bet it's that guy over there with the black vest. Yeah, he looks like like a commie." Nope. He hung a right as he exited.
"Oh, look over there! Is that Michael Moore?" It wasn't, but until he paid and walked past the Scion I refereed to him as Michael.
"Oh I know! It's that tall effeminate guy in the pink shirt and pink tie."
It wasn't.
No, despite ruining lunch for my wife with my inane chatter and supposition, we came and left without the car's owner reveling them self.
Hey, on the bright side at least we learned that I'm not good at judging books by their cover.
You can have the turkey, but the oysters are mine.
It's Thanksgiving week as I write this post, and as I look ahead to the two wonderful birds that i will roast this week, the thing I most look forward to is the one selfish moment that I enjoy every Thanksgiving. Unless you are an experienced cook, or know how to expertly carve a bird (which by the way is genetically a male trait) you probably don't even know what I'm talking about when I mention the "oysters". And no, they're not related to the Rocky Mountain kind.
I was taught to carve a bird by a close friend, mentor and buddy named Cal, and in a moment of male bonding one Thanksgiving in Centralia IL Cal called me into the empty kitchen while the rest of the family was distracted by It's A Wonderful Life, and showed me how to carve the bird. Cal was an excellent cook, and when he invited me to the kitchen I was all ears. After filling the platter and sending it to the table with his daughter Juliet, Cal called my attention to what I though was a completely dissected bird and revealed what he said was the chef's reward for carving the bird. The Oysters! I would never have known they were there if he hadn't pointed them out, and at the risk of drawing too much attention and thereby competition for these morsels, that's all I'm going to say about them.
My bride has no interest in cooking turkeys, or carving them for that matter, so guess what? After 29 years of marriage my bride has yet to taste an "oyster".
BTW. My favorite daughter-in-law helped me carve the turkey last year, so if you want to know more about how good the oysters are, you can ask her.
Ice, Ice, baby
Please allow me to explain.
While I was out of town for a week or so some time back, my bride was amazed at the amount of ice our ice maker was able to produce without me cleaning it out each morning and night. So much so that she started filling gallon-size freezer Zip-Loc bags, which she piled all around the freezer. When I came home Imagine the look on my face when I opened the freezer and saw all that ice. Yep, you guessed it... I didn't even notice!
So what do you think annoys her most; the fact that I use MASSIVE amounts of ice without regard for anyone else, or that she worked so hard to make a point that i didn't get? The world may never know, and quite frankly, I don't really care. (Oh, that's gonna annoy her!)
I Hear About Something New, and I Must Try It!
I Buy Cool Stuff That I Know Nothing About


At the time I was repairing clocks for a living, and we were just scraping by, but this was right up my ally and perhaps we could buy something that I could repair in my spare time and sell for a nice profit.

Oh really? That's how you think this is going to go down? "Twenty!"
A few minutes later my head was spinning. "What happened?" I asked my bride.
"You just spent $50 on a piece of crap!"
Over 25 years later that same sewing machine still graces a spot in our living room. Not because we love it, but because it's gathered dust in countless garage and yard sales.
Attached are a few pics of my latest find. Again, I'm a woodworker, and I LOVE Morris Chairs, and especially those made by Stickley. This one isn't made by THAT Stickley, but rather was made by The Stickley Bro's. of Grand Rapids MI. This chair has a neat feature that I really like and that I've never seen before; it features a built-in writing table that swings out of the way when not in use. I suspect this was used in a school or perhaps a court room.
The bad news is I can find absolutely nothing about this chair in the Internets (or is that Interwebs?) Feel free to make my day with a comment if you can shed any light.
Owwwww! My eye hurts!
That Thing I Do
I suppose that isn't an shocking admission, seeing what a great movie it is and all, but my admission isn't over yet.
You know that movie or TV show that no matter where in the storyline you happen to stumble across with the the remote you can stop and enjoy it? For most guys it's The Godfather, or Rocky, or Showgirls, but for me it's "That Thing You Do!".
The screenplay was written by Tom Hanks on the advice of his manager. As the story goes Tom was on the road promoting his new movie Forrest Gump, and all the good press was starting to go to his head. His manager suggested that if he really wanted to be humbled he should try writing a screenplay. He even wrote one of the cheesy songs (Lovin' You Lots and Lots). It currently has a 92% fresh rating at Rotten Tomatoes.
If you haven't seen it you owe it to yourself to check it out. It's snappy.
Oh yeah, it annoys my wife.
She's Coming Around.
Today I did something quite annoying which will be mentioned in another post and my bride gave me that long "You are sooo stupid" stair, then added: "Put THAT in your blog." Yep, she's coming around.
I Just Lost the Game.
Taking a Few Days Off
Some days this blog just writes itself.
Its all fun and games until someone loses a weiner by GoodToGoTees
Learn how to sell t-shirts on Zazzle.com
I'll give it an 8.5
Now, just so you know I am not totally thoughtless...
I remembered that just this very morning my bride mentioned that she was going to get serious about counting Weight Watcher points, and the last thing she’s going to want to see is me bringing home a couple donuts!
So I had a plan. As you can see from the top photo I did a little research at DWLZ and then I stopped by CVS and picked-up a couple birthday candles and a bag of Skittles.
What you see in the top photo is an Original Glazed Kream Filled donut with a special note of encouragement.
The bottom photo was my back-up plan sans filling, just in case she didn’t have the points to spare.
And remember what my mom always says: "You can eat anything you want on Weight Watchers, as long as you rinse it in hot water first!"
Did I ever mention how comfortable my recliner is?
P.S. Lisa and David were in on this. I swear!
Hey Hon, how do you spell...
Now there it is. I just had to yell to my wife in the other room "Hey Hon, how do you spell atrociously?"
Just this past Sunday we celebrated 29 years of marriage, or as she calls it "23 happy years of marriage".
There it is again. "Hey Hon, how do you spell Marriage?"
Yes, I do have spell check on MSWord, and it's true that Blogger also has a spell checker, but let me let you in on a secret: When you don't know how to spell a word in the first place, and your dyslexic, being presented a spell checker-provided list of spelling options is just an invitation to selecting a very inappropriate word!
Want another example? OK, how about this one. One day I sent an email to EVERYONE at my work which began "Dear Colleagues". A few minutes my Bro-Worker Mike stops by my desk and says, "So, did you blind copy a few colleges on that email?" Huh? That's, spell check suggested "colleges" for my sorry attempt at colleagues.
BTW, I just yelled "Hey Hon, how do you spell college?"
Well, it looks like I owe my bride an apology.
Is Pepsi OK?
And this is where it always happens...
It's really not my fault. She asked and I had an obligation to be honest. It's my stock reply to this question that never fails to annoy my wife, and we both can feel it deep down in me as our eyes make contact and she gives me that "Don't even think about it" grimace. But here it comes.
I say, "It's just OK."
Uh oh, that's it. I've done it again. I've just thought of a new post for this blog. See, a silver lining.
Forgetting to take out the trash
"Hungy, Party of Five"
Following through on stupid ideas
Sure, every guy says things like "Wouldn't it be awesome if someone made a .....?" The difference between me and "those" guys is that I actually see the stupid ideas through.
Examples? OK.
- Competitive belt sander racing. I made a belt sander racer that won second place in the BSRA US Nationals at Las Vegas in 2007.
- How about the six cheese nacho cheese fountain? This one was even covered by Geekologie and yes, it links to another of our blogs.
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Oreo Cake-Pie w/Bryers Oreo Ice Cream & Oreo Fudge Creams. |
In the bottom pic you can see the improvement that we made to our Cake-Pie by adding a scoop of Breyers Oreo ice cream and dicing up some of the new Oreo Fudge Cream candies. That's right, this isn't just a Cake-Pie. No, it's a Candy, Cookie, Ice Cream Cake-Pie! It's basically a Man-food Leatherman!
SNL
New Shimmer is a floor wax! No, New Shimmer is a dessert topping!
Classic.
Sure, there have been some awful cast years, but I'm not a fair weather fan. Every Saturday night at 11:30pm-ish I can be found laughing in my recliner, why my bride rolls her eyes. Inevitably she says something like "our sense of humor are so different
Calling my phone my "Dingleberry"
Way back in 2002 I was asked by the head of our IT department to be a Beta tester of the latest Blackberry. I'm sure he wasn't even finished asking before I said YES! For several years I had been carrying both a cell phone and a PDA, and quite frankly I was starting to feel a bit like Captain Kangaroo every morning and night as I loaded and unloaded my pockets.
Everything went great for about three month, when one of the IT guys (Sean) stops by my desk and said "I'm here for your Blackberry". Let me tell you, they don't call it a "Crackberry" for nothing.
I was given my old Motorola StarTac phone and was told I should sync my PDA to my laptop before they deactivated the Blackberry, just in case data gets lost. So, I dug through my desk drawers, my computer bag and several boxes that had migrated under my desk until I finally found my sync cable and docking station. And then it happened. The ActiveSync softwear asked me what I though was "Do you want to replace the data on the Handheld with the date from the PC". I click YES, and the next thing I knew I had a newly restored PC with 3 month old data! No big deal. I'll just track down Sean and ask him to resync the Blackberry to the server and I'll be good as new.
After the appropriate secret door knock (The open movement from "The Imperial March" (Darth Vador's Theme) I enter in time to see Sean with a straightened paperclip jammed into a small hole in the bottom of the Blackberry! Noooooooooooo!
It was then that I adopted the name "Dingleberry" for my old PDA, and all wanna-be Blackberry smart phones that have come since.
Trust me, there's more.
The nickname that we have for our local Chinese restaurant.
Not exactly related to this, but the most shocking/funny customer service experience that I ever witnessed happened at Cat. I was having lunch with a good friend who also happens to be a large woman and when the food arrived at the table my friend inspected everything and said "Oops, it looks like you forgot my extra noodles", to which the little old Chinese lady said "You no need no extra noodle!" OUCH!
B.R.A.I.N.Z. tee shirts
Men Who Can't Pee: A Failed Commercial
Push Butt, Rub Hands Under Arm...
Below is a link to a Tee Shirt on Zazzle that shows exactly what we were talking about. You should buy this for your husband or dad. They'll get it even if you don't, and they'll think you are cool because of it.
A blog post on blogging on Blogger
The Money Clamp. Finally a money clip that works!
Some time ago I switched to money clip, but as cards have become such a common part of our lives I finally moved to the Slim Clip (As seen on TV, you know.)
The Slim Clip is a double-sided stainless steel money clip that holds cash on one side and cards on the other. This served me well until recently when my card collection seemed to explode! Now I have to carry:
- Drivers licence
- ATM card
- Personal charge card
- Business charge card
- AAA card
- Automobile insurance card
- Health insurance card
- Flexible Spending Account card
- PayPal debit card (Never know when a good Woot will strike)
- Hotel mag-strike key
- Misc gift cards
So, I abandoned the Slim Clip and tried a simple binder clip. Surprisingly I preferred it to the SlimClip, but it's just a bit too weak and the cards want to slip out of the clip in my pocket. I also wind-up with a bunch of receipts, and unless I remember to remove them each night this clip allows them to hand out and get ragged in my pocket.
Enter the Money Clamp.
I finally decided that there MUST be a stylish alternative to my budget money clip, so off I went to my buddy Google, where I found the MoneyClamp.
I'm not sure how I missed this, but the Money Clamp is essentially a larger and infinitely more stylish version of my binder clip that will hold 12 cards AND 25 bills! They are available with or without a card wallet that is sandwiched between the bills, just like my old binder clip solution.
I picked-up the Black Mesh Geneva with a leather card wallet for $30 +S&H. Fortunately I found a 10% discount widget (Found below), so in the end it cost me $32 including shipping. The Clamp alone is only $15, and there's a $10 microfiber wallet available; but I convinced myself that I'd prefer the leather.
Why does any of this annoy my wife? It's because she's convinced that I change wallets more often than she changes purses. to that I have two things to say: Really? and So?
How About a Pop in the Mouth?
SodaStream is a counter-top "pop" maker (I'm from Ohio), and based on my super-human pop consumption it made sense to me that an in-home soda maker was my "density" :-) . The winner of the contest would win one of their top of the line units, while a couple runners up would win one of the mid-priced units. I figured that even if I was a runner up I would walk away with over $100 in prizes, so why no?
It took a few evenings to write my Instructable and I entered the contest. Here's the OREO Cake-Pie Instructable. Long story short I am now the proud owner of a SodaStream Home Soda Maker!
The unit is self-contained and best of all it's not electric; so it's just about the only think on the kitchen counter that's not hogging an outlet! At its core is a proprietary CO2 canister, which had me a little concerned because the last thing I need is to be locked into an expensive consumable. Fortunately I found these for sale at Bed, Bath and Beyond and was also pleased to learn that the $30 price sticker (!) included a $15 deposit, so that, added to the cost of flavors would make the resulting 1 liter less than .50 cents.
My wife's favorite thing is that for the first time in who knows how many years, the kitchen, fridge and cars aren't overflowing with 2 liter bottles! As for me I like that we aren't hauling all those full bottles in and empty bottles out, and best of all the pop is always fresh!
Here are a few shots of the unit in action.

The top pic shows most of what was included in the kit. The larger bottles were purchased locally and from what I can see from the SodaStream website the unit shown normally comes with one each of the sample packs shown. The unit also came with two heavy 1 liter bottles, which have a nice wide mouth that makes adding the flavors a breeze.
The prize I won included two sets of the sample flavors, so we've been having fun trying them all out. I've enjoyed the diet drinks, including a cola, a Dr. Pepper taste-alike, a wonderful lemon-lime flavor that is probably closer to Sprite than 7UP.
My bride raved about the diet root beer, which like the caffeine-free cola is sodium free. We haven't tapped into the fruit flavoring yet, but one surprising thing we read on the package was that it doesn't require a large amount to flavor water. That'll be nice for when I'm not in a cola mood.

To use the SodaStream you first fill the bottle to the fill line with cold tap water. I originally thought that I would have to break-out the Brita filter, but I'm happy that I tried it straight from the tap first, because it's just fine.
Anyway, you fill the bottle then screw it onto the female threads on the unit. You'll notice in the top photo that there's a short white tube that dangles a short distance into the water. This is where the CO2 is propelled into the water.
It takes a few short bursts of gas to fully charge the water, and you know when it's done when the unit makes a funny buzzing sound as you press the button. The sticker on the unit says that three buzzes will give you the typical fizz, but for the caffeine-free cola I just need a little more fizz, so I've been giving it a few more shots.

The bottom pic shows the unit in action.
Here's a link to the SodaStream site.
Here's a link to SodaStream items on eBay.
Here's the Cake-Pie video
Celebrating Stupid Holidays
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National Pigs in a Blanket Day. |
- National Pigs in a Blanket Day, April 24th.
- International Pickle Week, November in May.
- National Chocolate Chip Day, May 15th.
- National Chocolate Ice Cream Day, June 7th.
- Pop Goes The Weasel Day, June 14th.
- National Tapioca Pudding Day, July 15th.
- National Milk Chocolate Day, July 28th.
- National Mustard Day, August 5th.
- National Cream-filled Doughnut Day, September 14th.

