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I Am from Venus, My Husband Is from Caprica: An Argument Over ‘How I Could Just Kill a Man’

29 Aug

The other day, I came home from the gym and my husband was downloading music to his iPhone.  He had his headphones on, and I could barely make out the lyrics.  The song: “How I Could Just Kill a Man.”  Here is the conversation that followed:

Me: (semi singing/rapping, most likely bustin’ some Luda moves) Here is something you can’t understand, how I could just kill a man. Is that what you’re listening to?

Husband: Yeah, you know that song? (obviously surprised, maybe even shocked)

Me: Holla!  Ice Cube.  Of course I know that song.  Do you not know me at all?  (The song is actually sung by Cypress Hill, but Ice Cube is in the video.)

Husband: (with a totally puzzled look on his face) No, baby.  Rage sings that song.  You know, Rage Against the Machine … the rock group.

Me: Sweetie, that’s a rap song.  You know, thug life.  How else would I know the lyrics?

At this point, a small argument ensued over who originally recorded the song (duh, Cypress Hill) and who covered it.  Wikipedia gave us our answer, but offered no help in in resolving the conflict that arises from the fact that my husband and I are not only from two different planets, but two different solar systems.

Heck, I’m not even sure if we live in the same dimension.

A Little Love for “Stuff Christians Like” and Thoughts on Taking Out the Garbage

8 Jul

One of my favorite blogs to read is “Stuff Christians Like.” I gave up on “Stuff White People Like” a long time ago when they started being unfunny. But Jon at “Stuff Christians Like” is consistently hilarious. I want to share a little excerpt from Post #329. Arguing about the “wives submit to your husbands” idea. This is a post that I find particularly hilarious. He posts what he calls a “quick list of the things that have kept my marriage not insane. (‘Not insane’ is a technical term really holy people say.)” This is item number one:

1. Don’t call tasks around the house “chores.”
When you are a kid and take out the garbage for your mom, that is what is called a “chore.” When you are an adult and take out the garbage for your wife, that is what is called “doing what you are supposed to do, I mean good grief, it’s your house too, are you seriously trying to take credit for taking out the garbage?” I admit, it’s a bit long, but I think it’s a lovely name.

This one particular entry just hit me as appropriate for the day in light of a conversation I had earlier. The one thing I hate more than anything in the world (when it come to household “chores,” anyway) is having to take the garbage across the parking lot to the disgusting dumpster because my husband forgot to do it before leaving for whatever city he happens to be working in that week. It’s just not something I really want to do. The garbage bag is heavy, and we live on the second floor, and it’s a long way to walk across the parking lot, and I’m short and the dumpster lid is tall and gross and very heavy. Am I complaining? Does it sound like I’m complaining? I’m not. Just sharing, that’s all.

For the rest of the post, click here. There is also mention of dads who “babysit” their kids. Classic.

Jon somehow manages to be both spiritually deep and sarcastically funny. He has two other blogs that are worth checking out: 97secondswithgod and The Prodigal Jon. It’s some good stuff. Enjoy!

Now, I’m off to the dumpster with the garbage. Wish me luck.