One day, One Room

With the lowering temperatures, one thing continues to go up; our electric bill. It jumped up over $300 from November to December. This is thanks to the ineffecient base board heat that we are stuck with right now. Our gas logs should be put in around the 14th of January. Until then we are still surviving on the baseboards. Now I understand an increased bill, however, I would just like to be warm when I pay the bill. We were so sick about the power bill that we have decided to cut off all the heat in every room but one, our guest bedroom. We have moved a small TV and dvd player in that room and have started to sleep in the Guest room. The room is smaller and more easily able to control the heat, also the bed is smaller forcing us to stay closer and therefore warmer. This is fine and dandy, but it means that everywhere in the house it stays between 40 and 50 degrees. We run from the bedroom to the bathroom and back in the cold hallway. It is too cold to sit in our living room. We continually have running noses by the time we make ourselves a sandwich in the kitchen. By the time we get the sandwich fixed the florescent lights in the kitchen have heated up enough to turn on. It is like living in a dorm room again.

As if to add to the crazyness of this Winter, let me tell you more of the happenings. One day there was ice on our driveway. Most of the ice had started to melt at this time. I was smoking my pipe, and decided to go check the mailbox. As I am walking down the drive way, my feet hit a particularly slick part of the driveway. My feet decide to leave the ice and switch places with my head. I litterally have my feet fly into the air as I fall to the ground. The whole time this is happening I am thinking All I need now is for someone I know to see this.  As I am sitting there moaning and trying to catch my breath, I look up and down the road to see if anyone is passing. I check my neighbors houses to see if anyone saw me. I am relieved to see that there were no cars passing and no neighbors watching. Then I look back to my own house to see my dogs and my wife looking out the front door. They had seen the entire thing, and you think I kid you but the pugs were laughing as loud as my wife. This snow and ice is going kill and bury my pride.

Last night, me and my wife decide to go out to help lift our spirits. We were both feeling a little down and decided to go to Macados to eat. It was a Friday night, so we could take our time, go to sleep with the knowledge that we had nothing to do the next day. We had a wonderful dinner. When we are done, my wife decided to order her a nice dessert. As we are waiting, we begin to talk about what we are going to do on Saturday. We talk about how we do not have to be anywhere, we don't have to do anything. Sarah says that this makes her more excited about her dessert. I was a little confused so I asked her why this made her more excited about her desert. She said "No idea." This cracked me up because usually I'm the one who says things and connects things that are in no way related.

Talking about food, Sarah made an interesting dinner tonight. She asked me if I would like to have Meatloaf. I told her that it sounded good, Sarah's meatloaf has always been awesome. Well, Sarah decided to make it a little different. I was in the hallway, and I heard her shaking something into the meatloaf. I would find out later it was a lot of oregeno. When dinner was served, I took a bite of the meatloaf. I had trouble eating anymore. I was not sure if I could finish it. So here we are, my wife and I, sitting in our little room eating dinner. I do not want to upset her, so I start eating my vegetables. Sarah notices, and looks at me. I am expecting her to say that she realized I didn't like the meatloaf. Instead, my wife looks into my eyes, smile slightly, and says "This is terrible!" I look back into her eyes and say "Yeah, yeah it is. It is awful." To which we both fall over laughing. I could not finish what I had, and she started to feel bad from eating it. I proceeded to go to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. I think I now understand the excitement over the dessert. :)