Thursday, July 21, 2011

Meet the Borings

Evelyn took her very first picture with the big girl camera:

"Say cheese!" she said. It's a priceless photo. :)

So it's decided: I am not a fan of the unexpected. I'm a planner, and I need to know the things that are going on in my world - even the smallest of things. It's the reason why I'm usually not ready for unexpected visitors when they drop by and why my whole day gets turned entirely upside when our schedule is even a little bit different. 

Yesterday was the culmination of two months worth of a cabbobled schedule, and all I could do was laugh at the end of the day. Eric failed to mention two visitors that we were supposed to have yesterday, and while I was going about my business cleaning and baking and trying to get ready for a night of VBS the doorbell rang for the first time. I wasn't dressed for company, and my hand was COVERED in butter and brown sugar from hand-mixing apple crisp topping.

I ran like a wild person into our bedroom holding up my gooked up hand while Evelyn peeked out of the window and made faces at two FedEx guys. With one hand I raced to get dressed, and when I finally got to the door looking sticky and frazzled these two strange men instantly realized that I had no clue what they were doing on my front porch. 

"Oh, did we interrupt some baking?" asked one with a smile.
"Yes!" I said out of breath. "Can I help you with something?"

Apparently they were supposed to be picking up a package. I had no idea what they were talking about. I'm sure I looked like an idiot, but they thanked me and left with a promise to be back, and I shut the door cursing my husband, haha.

A couple of hours later after I had just gotten out of the shower and was in the middle of doing my hair, the doorbell rang again. It was getting close to VBS time, so I thought it was my mother-in-law coming to watch the girls. Nope. It was our landlord. I flung open the door, half of my hair in a braid, half of it down, and imagine my shock when a man was standing there - not Eric's mom. He wanted to come inside. Um, I haven't been home for the past four evenings. I've spent all day everyday busy and house is NOT ready for my LANDLORD to come in to poke around. But in he came. 

Something as little as unexpected visitors may not mean a thing to most people, but they completely rock my world. With two itty bitties at home and a very rigid schedule during the day, little blips like these throw me off big time. Our family is like a television sitcom - we're on at the same time everyday, we handle every situation and problem thrown at us with the same predictable formula, and there's no such thing as acting out of character. We are who we are.

In fact, we are the most quintessentially traditional people you will ever meet, and we laugh at our plain Jane-ness all the time. From our tastes and our politics to our interests and morals, we are as traditional as they come. Eric and I once had to play a newlywed game at our church's valentine's banquet, and I think we lost by default, haha. We got every single answer right, but our answers weren't what anyone wanted to hear, so we actually came in last place.

Question: What is one article of your husband's clothing that you wish you could throw away?

Well, hmm..Eric wears two things: A suit and tie or jeans and a polo. If he's mowing grass or just hanging out around the house then he'll wear a t-shirt. Nothing he owns is stained or ripped. Apparently this isn't normal. So when I was asked what I would throw away, my answer was that there is nothing in his closet that I would throw away. That wasn't a good answer (I don't think anyone believed me) so I made something up! When Eric came out his answer was exactly the same:

Answer: I wear jeans and polos - there's nothing to throw away.

But that wasn't acceptable, so he made something up. And we got that question wrong.

Next Question: Who is your husband's celebrity crush?

My answer: He doesn't have one.

"Yeah right!" I heard. Again, no one believed me. 

So I said: I guarantee you that he won't even be able to name a celebrity, much less tell you who he thinks is cute. (Eric watches the nightly news, not Entertainment Tonight, haha.)

But of course I had to make something up. The guys came out, and it was Eric's turn to answer the question.

His answer: I can't even think of a female celebrity right now. 

We got that question wrong, too. :)

And finally there was the question about what our husbands' dream job would be.

My answer: He already has his dream job.


Me: Okay, a politician.

Eric's answer: I already have my dream job.


Eric: Okay, then a professor, I guess.

We got the question wrong. Haha.

I guess it's a bad idea to ask the most boring couple on the face of the planet to play the newlywed game. 

Q: What would you throw away?
A: Nothing.
Q: Who is his celebrity crush?
A: No one.
Q: What is his dream job?
A: Got it.

The world has a hard time believing that we can be so predictable, but it's true. We are an open book, and we are exceptionally plain. :) We are Dick and Jane. Eric carries his briefcase off to work in the morning, and I stay home with the kids during the day. I cook dinner. Eric comes home. We eat. We have family time. And we go to bed. The end.

All of this is to say that after a long summer of upturned schedules and busy days and nights, I am SO READY to get back to normal. We are about to reach the end of the tunnel. I can see the light! The Borings can get back to being boring, and this introvert really needs it. So thanks for hanging in here with me for the past little while. The blog isn't exactly what I love it to be. I'd prefer to be writing about all of the fun things I've done with the girls and about the family memories we've been making, but those posts have been few and far between. So come on August! Let's make a date for a little R&R. :)

What about you? Do you need a predictable pattern, or do you thrive on change? I have a feeling we're just weirdos, haha.


Heather said...

Boring is not so bad! Boring is usually inexpensive and drama free.

Meagan said...

I'm not a fan of unexpected guests either! That would probably be different if I didn't walk around in my pajamas without a bra on for most of the day though! :) I consider us to be pretty boring too...we don't do much, I would like to do more things but I'm a couch potato at heart!

Sarah said...

You crack me up!! I love your "Leave it to Beaver" life :)

The Roscow's are completely unpredictable, always late, and social butterflies. Our house is like an open house seven days a week. Since we brought Luke home, I don't think there is a day that has gone by that at least one person hasn't stopped by. Annoying at times, but I really don't think I would like it any other way.

Katie said...

I am NOT a fan of change. It's something that I never really knew about myself until a few months ago when one of my friend's was having a bachelorette party and it was one of those nights that all this bad weather and tornadoes rolled through. Naturally, the changed the plans but couldn't really make solid plans until the weather chilled out. I was not a happy camper. I almost said I couldn't make it before they got any final plans just so I didn't have to deal with all the change. Your plain, predictable life sounds great to me!

The Pettijohn's said...

Vince and I just roll with things that come our way, are usually late and love to go places. We however do love those occasional stay at home days and do nothing.


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