One thing my wife did not know about me before we got married was how tricky I can be. Besides the typical sneaky things like putting pillows under the covers while my wife is in the bathroom and then hiding (which she falls for all the time) and sneaking food off her plate when she is not looking (which she never notices) I have done some larger scale tricks.
Last Thanksgiving I was at my in laws house and everyone was resting. My mother in law (MIL) was in one room reading and my father in law (FIL) was watching a movie with my wife and me. Every year there tradition is to make ginger bread houses together at night. It has always just been the "kids" (anyone 30 and under) but because of different circumstances it was just my FIL, MIL, wife, and me. My wife and I being the only "kids" did not want to make houses by ourself. So I began to scheme, I went into the other room and told my MIL that her husband said "he is really excited to make a house with you this year and will meet you at the table in five minutes." She was surprised and said "oh, well if he wants to make one then I will be ready in five." Then, I went into the family room where the movie had just ended and told my FIL that his wife was getting ready to make a ginger bread house with him and to be at the table in three minutes. He was a little surprised too and said well lets go do it right now. So I then went back to my MIL and told her that her husband was ready to start now. It was all very tricky but in the end all four of us made ginger bread houses together and had a blast. They had no idea what had just happened.
Last summer I had a shoulder injury from diving into a fence playing slow pitch softball. A couple of weeks later I hurt my wrist in a rollerblading accident. Needless to say I went to physical therapy several months later and was given a list of exercises to do. One of the things I was supposed to do was give an ice massage to my wrist for ten minutes everyday. But, when I got home my wife briefly looked at my list and I showed her where I was suppose to get a massage on my wrist. Well, this is where I became tricky. Instead of an ice wrist massage I told her it was for my shoulder and I needed a back massage every night to work my sore muscle. Being the trusting wife she is she said ok and began giving my back messages every night before bed. I loved it! She had no idea I did not need the back rub every night or even at all. I felt guilty a couple of times when it was late and she was already in bed but I knew if I let one go she would become suspicious. This went on for two or three months. I finally told her a month after my physical rehab was done and she wasn't even mad because of how clever I was. I have a great wife!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Father In Law
I have been married for a year and half now so the whole wedding and pre-wedding process are still fresh for me. But this post is not about the actual wedding (which was beautiful) but about my new Father In-Law who you could say was beautiful in his own way. Well, lets be honest, beautiful would not be a good descriptor. He is more quirky like the donkey from Shrek, intriguing as in how people wonder about the Stonehedge, honest/direct, but always very supportive. If I was caught in a fight I know He would have my back. Through dating my wife (his daughter), being engaged, and now over a year of marriage I have had many fun and interesting moments with this experienced fisherman whom I am now related to.
I love to play racquetball, so I invited my soon to be father in law (FIL) to come play a few games with my younger brother, Dad, and myself. My Dad and I have been playing against each other for years and we have both became pretty good. My soon to be FIL and I played together first. As I watched him walk onto the court, He enters holding a racket with that is probably no bigger then my hand. I tried not to laugh because he told he had played before but he did not tell me his racket was from 1920. Needless to say we gave him a more modern racket to use for the day (which he blames to this day for his performance). We started playing and after the first point I knew it was not going to be a very close game so I decided to add a little challenge to myself. Without him knowing I started playing left handed for the first time in my life. This made the game a little closer but needless to say it was still a blowout. Later when he was watching my Dad and I play he noticed the intensity level of the game was higher and gave me a hard time for going easy on him when in reality I wasn't going easy but using my opposite hand. I don't think he knows yet, so if you know him, don't tell.
He is an individual who expects excellent customer service when he goes out. My wife and I were meeting Him and His wife for a dinner at a wood fired pizza restaurant one night before heading home. As soon as we sat down my wife and I looked at each other and knew my FIL would not be happy because it was a little bit loud inside due to the rock music. We asked the waitress for a quieter spot but there was non available. We then told the waitress that we were meeting our parents here and to expect to hear about the noise level when they come in. Well... when my new parents arrived, as if on cue, the first thing my FIL says is it too noisy and wants the waitress to turn the music down in the restaurant. The waitress said she would do what she could which resulted in no change. Luckily though we decided to stay unlike other experiences when we would just leave. I am learning how to expect great service from restaurants now whenever I go out
My FIL is very resourceful. We were camping together one week and were running low on wood for the fire after the first day. I would assume to just pick up sticks laying around or buy bundles from the camp managers but I was wrong. Of course my FIL happened to have his chainsaw in the back of his car and an ax. So, we drove up an old lumber road several miles away from the campsite and became modern day lumber jacks. We only cut already fallen logs and didn't have to pay a cent. Why didn't I think to throw my chainsaw in the back of my car?
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I love to play racquetball, so I invited my soon to be father in law (FIL) to come play a few games with my younger brother, Dad, and myself. My Dad and I have been playing against each other for years and we have both became pretty good. My soon to be FIL and I played together first. As I watched him walk onto the court, He enters holding a racket with that is probably no bigger then my hand. I tried not to laugh because he told he had played before but he did not tell me his racket was from 1920. Needless to say we gave him a more modern racket to use for the day (which he blames to this day for his performance). We started playing and after the first point I knew it was not going to be a very close game so I decided to add a little challenge to myself. Without him knowing I started playing left handed for the first time in my life. This made the game a little closer but needless to say it was still a blowout. Later when he was watching my Dad and I play he noticed the intensity level of the game was higher and gave me a hard time for going easy on him when in reality I wasn't going easy but using my opposite hand. I don't think he knows yet, so if you know him, don't tell.
He is an individual who expects excellent customer service when he goes out. My wife and I were meeting Him and His wife for a dinner at a wood fired pizza restaurant one night before heading home. As soon as we sat down my wife and I looked at each other and knew my FIL would not be happy because it was a little bit loud inside due to the rock music. We asked the waitress for a quieter spot but there was non available. We then told the waitress that we were meeting our parents here and to expect to hear about the noise level when they come in. Well... when my new parents arrived, as if on cue, the first thing my FIL says is it too noisy and wants the waitress to turn the music down in the restaurant. The waitress said she would do what she could which resulted in no change. Luckily though we decided to stay unlike other experiences when we would just leave. I am learning how to expect great service from restaurants now whenever I go out
My FIL is very resourceful. We were camping together one week and were running low on wood for the fire after the first day. I would assume to just pick up sticks laying around or buy bundles from the camp managers but I was wrong. Of course my FIL happened to have his chainsaw in the back of his car and an ax. So, we drove up an old lumber road several miles away from the campsite and became modern day lumber jacks. We only cut already fallen logs and didn't have to pay a cent. Why didn't I think to throw my chainsaw in the back of my car?
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