This last Sunday, Hank and I celebrated our "6 month anniversary." Ok, so saying we "celebrated" isn't really an accurate depiction....but whatever. Regardless, I thought I would share why I love him through a little story.
While I was out procrastinating studying for finals, I stumbled into ShopKo for some gift name tags. [Clearly an emergency]. I noticed a few people carrying out HUGE rugs and remembered how badly we need a rug to cover our scratched wood floor! ShopKo, a store I've only visited once before for feminine hygiene products, sells gigantic rugs for a very low price! Not to mention, they were having a ONE-DAY sale, 50% off! I texted Hankie at work to let him know we MUST come back by midnight. We will never ever find another rug this big for such a low price!
As soon as he got off work, he called to inquire further and make sure the rug I wanted didn't happen to be green. Ironically, it did. They had ivory, green, or purple. I knew Hank hated green but thought it was worth a chance, it had a lot of potential to add just the right amount of color to our apt.
By 11pm, we had compromised on the green rug and were attempting to shove it into Hank's Audi. When we got home, sweet Hank helped me move the couches and lay out the rug. I was speechless......... It was horrendous! I pretended to like it for 5 minutes but I just couldn't live with it! It changed colors on the way home and suddenly looked grey/brown/green. Yuck. I humbled myself enough to admit my faulty choice and asked if there was any way we could return it. Immediately. After all, the sale is "one-day only."
At 11:45, we returned to ShopKo, green rug in hand. :) Hank politely explained to Customer Service how I want to have the ivory rug instead--making me look a bit bi-polar, but whatever. I just really didn't want THAT rug.
This is why I love Hankie. It was snowing outside, he had been at work for over 12 hours, and hadn't eaten all day, but he was willing to sacrifice an hour at night to appease my sudden urge to get a rug. We currently have an ivory rug in our family room and I am happy! I love Hankie!
Please note: I love him for more reasons than his williness to deal with my annoying self.
Last night, I got on one of my clean-the-house-at-11pm kicks. The majority of the things I picked up were, ironically, Hank's. I recently bought him a sweater organizer from Pier One that hangs in the closet. In each box, he sweetly placed his daily dirty lundry in each one--until that filled up of course. Then, the clothes found residency on the floor. As I was picking up, I became rather irritated thinking, "couldn't Hank just HELP me with this!? It would be so much easier!"
I went to bed grumpy and forgot about it by the morning.
FAST FORWARD 12 HOURS. . . .
Hank had an appointment with his academic counselor today at 10am. He came home with a stack of papers in his hand, assessments of his strengths and weaknesses. He had taken a career test a while back and the results were in! He sat down with me and went over the results. Categories included infuencing, organizing, helping, creating, analyzing, producing and adventuring. The test measured his interest level as well as skill level in that category.
He excitedly expressed his "high" scores in most the categories, but when it came to the "helping" category, he quietly revealed the test results: he scored "VERY LOW" in the helping category.....IMAGINE THAT! :)
On the right: Sorry its a little blurry, but it says "Avoid. Avoid. Avoid. Avoid......" to any career in the helping industry.
I am just grateful for the CISS test which has confirmed my complaints that Hankie isn't very helpful! Now, maybe he will believe me and things will get better???
Hopefully. But if not, at least he makes me happy when I'm not cleaning!
I apologize for previous post by Hankie. I was unaware he knew how to post and will take further precautions to ensure it does not happen again.
Well, I go up to Park City a few times a week to work on projects. I was up there last night, and my uncle David was working on a new tool that would speed up the process of making aluminum parts. It was this saw blade from hell on a hand grinder.
It looked mean.
And then during demonstration, I hear all hell break loose and look over to see the grinder wrapped up in his jacket. The look on David's face was priceless. He looked like he had just dodged a bullet.
Then the blood started to show. The grinder spun around and took out the ol pinky. We grabbed his surgical glasses, and rushed up to the makeshift Surgical table.
I had not eaten anything all day long(dont tell Katie, she gets pissed when I forget to eat) and I started to get lightheaded with all the excitement. I had to lay down for a while, but then I was a good assistant.
We had to stitch up some stuff under the skin next to the tendons. We put three stitches under the skin, and then about 15 to close up the wound. We had this pesky vein that kept squirting out blood(think garden hose) so we put a clamp on it. It was a successful surgery, and David is on the road to recovery. He went to work today, but he is having a hard time putting his gloves on, and when he does have it on, blood pools on the bottom of the glove. People do not like bloody hands in their mouth, so he is coming home... We wish you a speedy recover.
For you doctors out there, we closed the fasia covering the metacarpalphalangal joint and the sheath surrounding the extensor tendons... David tried to cut them out with a grinder. This is Hank, and yes, this is my first Blog ever... Now I can tell Katie I do more then browse Motorgeek.com and Ebay. :)
