Nothing to write home about

Published May 25, 2012 by geekwivesclub

So, I spent the day shopping. On his card. He sent me a text just to check and see if I was ok/if his card was smoking yet. Pretty sure I cannot complain about that. Today was a good day. Tomorrow a friend is coming by. They will be geeking it up. I will go crazy trying to follow a conversation or two that has 3 letter acronyms for this or that computer related thing. I will want to pull my hair out.  For tonight, it is fully intact.


Moving stuff around

Published May 24, 2012 by geekwivesclub

So, as it turns out, I don’t like it when my geek tried to help me do the heavy stuff.  I mean, ok an extra pair of helping hands sounds like a nice idea.  Especially when they are attached to a pretty strong guy.

The problem is when it takes 45 minutes discussing the best route in which to move the damn dresser from this wall to that wall.  It could have easily moved it 3 times by then.  And only then is he ready to start moving it.  Grr!

A graph this complex to show the amount of force it will take to move the dresser depending on where it is pushed from, what material it is sliding across and what sandwich you ate for lunch is not going to help.


If it is your equipment, my grandmothers china hutch or something else that is more or less irreplaceable, it is appreciated.  When it is the dresser we got for free from Craigslist, not so much.  And it is not like we have to lift it and carry it across the state.  We can put some cardboard under the feet and push.  It does not take a EE degree to figure this out.  Charts, drawings, even a general floor plan are not needed.  Just shove it till its kinda over there at that wall.

You say women are difficult.  I have two words for you buddy.  Puh leese!



The little things

Published May 23, 2012 by geekwivesclub

I just have to know, is it my geek or all geeks who are crazy anal about putting things in “their place.”  Seriously, who puts their keys down in the same spot at night?  It is nothing for me to lose my keys multiple times a day.  My geek never loses his.  (Unless he hands them to me that is…but that is not today’s topic.)

I swear you can almost see the markings on the dresser from where things get put down at night.  My stuff is everywhere, his stuff is piled up in the same spot.  Every night.  Always.  I know it is a little thing, but it drives me batty sometimes!  Now if he where to bop around and lose his keys, I would be a bit more perturbed I am sure.  But since that is not the case, this is what I am going to rail on about.  I mean really.  You can’t remember the conversation we had last week, but the specs of your favorite computer and where your keys are, that stuff in ingrained?  I don’t get it.  Probably never will.

The part that kills me?  He will ask “Why can’t you put your stuff in the same place?”  Why?  Oh, well because I am rather busy trying to keep up with *everything* else!  You know, feeding you, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, grocery shopping, and when there is time I would actually like to have some me time.  You know, for all that girly stuff.  Manicures, pedicures, 3 1/2 seconds to breathe without having to worry about absolutely everything I have to be doing.  All of the optional stuff.  Please forgive me if I don’t always put things back where they “belong.”

Also, just because something was at some point arbitrarily placed somewhere does not mean that it should never be moved.  Just because I set something in the bedroom on the floor near the door in a mad dash to make it to the bathroom after shopping and 5 bottles of water does not mean that is it’s home.  It is just where something landed.  It can be moved.  In fact it should move.  Just because I set it there, if every time either of us walking in or out of the bedroom in a sleep stupor, does not mean you can not move it.  Please do.  I really don’t care if something has been relocated.  If it is mine, just let me know.  I promise I will not blow a gasket.

Ok I feel that I have gone on quite enough for today.  Please, tell me your biggest pet peeve about your geek.