Flatware

Well, don’t worry if you don’t know what flatware is. As of a few weeks ago, I had no idea that flatware was just another name for all of the knives/forks/spoons in that drawer in the kitchen. You know the one… it is invariably the top drawer pretty close to the sink; I can usually walk into any house and get it on the first pick. My gf seems to think we NEED flatware. It turns out that we have 23 different types of flatware (yes she counted). Yes, you are right, and that is exactly what I’m thinking… why in the world do we need 24 different types of flatware? We really have more eff’n forks/spoons/knives/soup spoons/big forks/little forks/ little spoons/REALLY big spoons, then anyone could possibly use at one time, outside someone who runs some sort of a restaurant or catering service.

She tells me that it is necessary to have one set of flatware that is all the same (as in matching). I really think that if we sorted the stuff out, we would actually have some sort of matching set. I mean, there really is a lot of this stuff in the drawer!

My ex-housemate swung by the other day to grab the last of his things (2 kayaks, 1 toaster oven, some cd’s, some old cassette tapes, ?olives? (Harvie loves olives), and his sleeping set up for the back of his pickup. He mentioned to me that I better get the gf a puppy before she decides that what she really wants is children. I told Harvie that what she really wants right now is flatware. Harvie’s reply was “Aren’t 35 year-old women supposed to come with flatware?”. And you know what… he’s right! This is really a bunch of shit she is supposed to come with… I checked it out on line, and it turns out that Harvie is right, and I’m gett’n gypped!

So, just so you all know, there will not be any new matching sets of flatware for us anytime soon. If my college buddies were fine with the selection in 1985… well I don’t see what’s wrong with it now. It’s not like there have been any huge technological breakthroughs in the spoon in the past 20 years!

My Girlfriend has a blog... now so do I

That's right, my gf will not the only one in the house with a blog! I have my own eff'n blog too! It will be dedicated to being a bitter old man, and will be for the bennifit of all bitter old men. I will not spell check, care about grammar, or capitulate to the wants and needs specified on my gf's blog (rockgardenformypuppy).

See, first things first. there is no puppy, will not be any puppy, and has never been a puppy. That's right baby, no puppy for you. The bad cat is our dog. What more could any one want... a cat that acts like a dog. Follows me around, drools excessively (I'm not kidding, that cat drools everywhere), wants to play with dogs, jumps up on me when I come home, and I think he can fetch.

Don't worry... this is just my intro. I will continue to post my bitter rants from time to time. For all you women who are reading this... note, I can not prevent you from reading this... but don't give me any grief if you don't like what I have to say. Most men are thinking the same damn thing... that's right the guy you married/dated/want to date... all bitter old men just like me.

A picture of the dog...



All for now.