Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Sometimes You Just Got to Say....

This is the last week of school for Big Kid and I, and thankfully, my term paper is FINALLY DONE!! Big Kid has some things to wrap up, but he is on his own for that one. I'm done! Yippee!

And man, am I ready for a vacation.

From Doods. My Doods. I want to find some girls and go on a Dood-free weekend road trip full of drinking and debauchery and laughter.

But there's still too much to do. Maybe next month.


So I'll just pretend all my girlfriends are here and we're dishing (sorry guys).

Why can't I have one freaking thing to myself? One thing, I mean just one---that at no point has had somebody else's grubby fingers all over it? Other than tampons, I mean.

Let's talk about food, for instance.

Now mind you, I am not forcing anyone to diet, I'm not starving anyone, and we have a mighty full larder. I provide 3 squares and ample snacks. And I'm not talking about Little Guy, because amazingly enough, the kid asks first before he even pours himself a glass of milk. Then he offers to pour one for everybody else.

It's the other two galoots I'm bitching about.

For Christmas, a friend sent me a boxed set of specialty cocoas in tins. There were three 20 oz tins. I stored them on the coffee shelf in the pantry, and specifically told everyone "hands off".

A couple months later, we ran out of regular cocoa, and it was a snowy day. The guys were begging for a hot cuppa, so I broke open the boxed set and one of the tins and made them each a cup of cocoa. Then I put it all back in the box and replaced it on the shelf.

Not TWO WEEKS later, I was rearranging some things and moved the box. It felt awfully light.

All three of the tins were empty. And replaced back in the box so it wouldn't be noticed right away.

After a survey of the family counting the number of people who enjoyed MY gift of cocoa in the previous 2 weeks?

Little Guy: 1 cup
Me: None
Hubby: None
Big Kid: Why's everybody looking at me? The dogs know how to heat water in the microwave too, you know!

There were two days of ass-kicking going on in the Attila house.

You would think after the raisin incident (where Big Kid consumed 2 pounds of raisins meant for holiday baking in one night and thought aliens were laying eggs in his digestive tract when he crapped out a bunch of undigested gray rehydrated butt chunks the next morning) he would have learned his lesson.

Not MY boy! Hmph.

My hubby is almost as bad. His excuse? "I had a golfball lodged in my throat/anal fissures/toe fungus/pick your ailment, and the ONLY thing that would make me feel better was that special thing that you had hidden for yourself under the 12 pounds of cast iron and copper pots in that far cabinet where you store the pans you only use once every two years."

Ok, that's sort of an exaggeration. But seriously, the real story is just as heinous.

For example: When I make up a grocery list, I look at the sales and ask the guys what kind of cookies/ice cream/pudding/whatever dessert they want. They let me know what they want and it always involves chocolate.

Not too long ago, Snack-Pack pudding was on sale, and I had a ton of coupons. So I picked up about a dozen packages of what they unanimously asked for. Milk chocolate pudding. Dark chocolate pudding. Chocolate and caramel pudding. Mississippi Mud Pie pudding. Something for all of them. I also got ONE Snack-Pack (4 cups to a package) of tapioca pudding for myself.

Hey, it's my kind of comfort food. I'm not going to apologize. I totally pass over any chocolate dessert for a piece of fruit, but once in awhile a little tapioca goes a long way. I hid it on the second shelf on the right side of the fridge, and buried it under the dregs of a bag of wilted pre-packaged salad, a half-filled bag of baby carrots (which everybody but me hates), and put a jar of dill relish and like 6 packages of chocolate snack packs in front of it.

The very next morning (usually I get up at around 5am) I opened the fridge to get coffee creamer and noticed that everything had been messed around with on that particular shelf. I moved the chocolate snack packs, and the relish, and the wilted salad, and the half bag of baby carrots.

Underneath there was one little tapioca container left, lonely and bereft amongst all the packaging.

When Hubby got up, I confronted him. "Did you eat my tapioca pudding in the middle of the night?"

He was indignant. I had an upset stomach so I ate "some" to settle it!

Some? 3 out of 4 pudding cups is "some"? When does it become "most"? After they're ALL gone?

And um yeah. Everybody and their mother knows that sugar, fat and lactose is the BEST way to settle an upset stomach. Silly me. The Pepto is front and center on the medicine shelf, next to the Tums. You really had to dig for this particular remedy, though, didn't you?

Both guys wait until I'm asleep to go rooting around in the cupboards in the middle of the night. It doesn't matter what is just sitting there in front of their faces. Like cookies, pudding, chips, or ice cream (in the freezer). If it's something that takes an effort to find, or an ingredient I bought for something I have to make the next day for a meeting, a conference, a school party...well then it's a prize!

Is it some kind of leftover caveman instinct where they have to hunt to get it? Is snitching a mini-bag of slivered macadamia nuts now the equivalent of bagging a mastadon for the family table?

I'm simply amazed...really AMAZED that the two of these Doods haven't yet bumped into each other in the dark---one scarfing down Betty Crocker frosting with his fingers and the other stuffing his face out of a container of Philly Cheese pre-made Cheesecake filling. Seriously---it's like they take shifts!

And it gets gross.

When I make a dinner that has nuggety stuff (chicken nuggets, jalapeno nuggets, cheese sticks, etc,) I have to make sure that everything is perfectly proportioned and if someone isn't there to eat their share at that exact moment, it gets wrapped up. Otherwise, there are a couple of guys who meander through the kitchen ostensibly to "put their glass in the dishwasher--ha", or "throw away their napkin---ha" who think that whoever didn't get their meal at that exact moment won't notice that their original equally proportioned six chicken fingers have been reduced to two.

On that thought, last month, I had just warmed up a small plate of BBQ pork that I hadn't finished from my dinner from the night before. I backed up, almost stepped on the little dog, and spilled about 80% of it on the floor. Scooped the pork up and put it back on the plate. It was coated with grody kitchen floor detritus and dog hair. I stuck the plate on the counter, was wiping the floor (nothing like getting sauce tracked through the house), and somebody knocked at the door.

UPS guy. I signed for the package, opened it, dealt with it, and ended up grabbing an orange before running downstairs to my office to take care of a couple of things. Totally forgot about the plate with the dirty pork.

Came upstairs and saw the plate sitting there, but it was empty. WTF? Called Big Kid, and demanded to know where it had gone. Since there was only the two of us in the house.

Did you eat my lunch? (not like I was actually going to eat it myself---with all the hair and crap stuck to it I was going to toss it, but I was baffled and pissed off by the audacity).

He pretended to be shamefaced. "It looked so good I couldn't help myself". Uh huh.

Did you even look at it before you ate it? No he hadn't. All he saw was something he wanted and inhaled it. As if it had been prepared especially for him. Didn't even notice that it had a fur and oatmeal crumb coating.


A few weeks ago, I had coupons for Tyson's ready made strips that you can find in the lunch meat aisle. The store had a 50% sale on Tyson stuff, so I got a bunch of bags of pre-cooked and seasoned chicken and steak for about a dollar a holler.

I showed them to all of the guys specifically and said---"I've got meal plans for these. They are NOT FOR SNACKING!"

The next night, I was making the fixings for steak fajitas and opened one of the packages of steak strips. It had a bad, sort of fruity, and fermented smell---kind of what I'd imagine a corpse that had been in the water for a week would smell like. The expiration date was two months ahead, so I figured I'd take it back to the store for a replacement. Sealed it back up, stuck the bag in the back of the fridge, and used the rest, which was fine.

I was going to the store a couple of days later, and dug the bag out. It was almost empty. eek! I confronted Big Kid and he swore he hadn't touched it.

I called Hubby at the office.

"Did you eat the steak strips from that bag in the back of the fridge?"

Busted! Again, he was defensive. I had an uncontrollable tickle in the back of my throat and I needed to eat a couple of pieces of steak to take care of it!

A couple of pieces? The bag was practically empty.

"Did you SMELL it before you ate it??? What in the hell is WRONG with you?"

It smelled kind of funny, but I thought it was the special seasoning!


I swear, I could take a half a cup of moist dog food, hock a loogie on it, cover it with chocolate sprinkles, wrap it up and hide in the back of the fridge, and it would be gone by morning.

Just because it is something they have to hunt for.

WTF is wrong with Doods?


Deb said...

My husband does the same shit!!! What is about us having one little thing for ourselves that makes them want it crazy bad??

I think you should start buying al what you want and just buy a little of what they want. You then ensure something you like will be there when you want it! :)

Heather said...

Men can be SUCH TOOLS.

We have that problem here, too!

Queen Goob said...

I got snot running down my lip from laughing too hard.

I say you go ahead and take that half cup of moist dog food, hock that loogie on it, cover it with chocolate sprinkles, wrap it up and hide in the back of the fridge. Or get a larger container of the tapioca and replace it with a mixture of lard, cottage cheese, and snot. Continue confronting them so they think they're still slick, though.

Oh, this could be FUN ladies. Dudes wanna play hardball? Guess who's gonna win!

Melissa said...

Oh man, I love reading you when you get on a roll, Attila! I'm busting a gut here--I live with Doods too and they are a) stupid b) hungry for anything forbidden c) lack any impulse control whatsoever. Lord love you, honey, you need a VACATION with wonderful treats JUST FOR YOU (and not talking tampons here).

Sending happy thoughts your way...

Rootietoot said...

*nods knowingly* mmmhmmm.

Traceytreasure said...

I laughed at this so hard that I almost peed myself and I have tears coming out of my eyes. Woman, you are SO funny! I have two Doods but girls are just as bad! You need a safe in your pantry and a safe in your fridge! That'd work. I've broken into a safe before and there's NO WAY that you'd be able to sleep through that racket! It's a wonder you haven't starved to death! Hugs, Atilla! Thanks for the laughs! I love you!

Chris H said...

A-Ha, A-Ha, having had 3 teenage sons at home .. I know this feeling, I could have written this post. I now hide any food I don't want pinched! Or buy it and eat it myself before they get the chance to pinch it. BLOODY boys. Stew (hubby) on the other hand would not dare, he likes to SLEEP with me, not on the couch! lol

Kikilia said...

My father would do the same thing when it comes to grazing as he goes through the kitchen.

I'm lucky though that nobody here wants to take the effort to move other things to look for "better stuff".

You should get yourself one of those little fridges like they use in dorm rooms and equip it with a lock.

Cheri said...

Oh. My. Gosh. You are so funny.

Fav line: "undigested gray rehydrated butt chunks"

I have the humor of an adolescent.

marymurtz said...

I'm with Cheri--the part about the raisins killed me!

marymurtz said...

I'm with Cheri--the part about the raisins killed me!

litzi said...

Hi Attila,
LMAO! I’ve heard of “seafood” diets (see food-eat it) but your three men take food to a whole new level. Yikes! Perhaps you need your own refrigerator and a cupboard that you can padlock.

Brenda said...

I was also going to suggest the safe, been thinking about getting a couple of those for here too. Just 2 Doods in this house and I believe they're relatives of the ones that live with you.

I fed a guy KitKat Cat food once and waited till he munched it down to inform him of his treat.

P.S. I have two granddaughters who love to snack on the cat's dry food. The doc said let em but don't let them live on it.

r. said...

Baby daddy fits in with this crowd. He dripped some gasoline on the car near the hole where it goes, so when he got back to the house, he climbed up in the cabinet, past the plastic bowls, past the metal mixing bowls, dug deep way up on the highest shelf way in the back, got out a cutesy margarita glass, put water and soap in it and proceeded to wash the car! WTF!

Liesl said...

I MUST stop reading your blog after Mr. Fancy Pants is asleep. Why is it we think holding our hand over our mouth will quiet the laughter ensuing from said mouth? It is especially ineffective when you're sitting on something springy (bed) and laughing so hard your body is shaking. Poor Mr. Fancy Pants and his dog who is trying to kill me with farts!

I swear, I felt myself getting really, really annoyed at your doods. Is The Forge still open? you should pop over there for some rocky mountain oysters and try your hiding experiment. But set up a video camera, too. That shit would be funny to see!

KL said...

Girl, you can come visit here anytime you want!!...NO GUYS!!

Beth said...

You live in a household of males with incredible snooping powers (and appetites). So far, I have been able to hide my chocolate stash very successfully. Perhaps my wrath is more to be feared than yours? Or perhaps living with me when I'm deprived of my chocolate fix terrifies them?

Traceytreasure said...

I was thinking about this last night. If you hid your tapioca pudding in a tampon box in the fridge, would they still help themselves? Just a thought.....

Grim Reality Girl said...

My 11 and 12 year old have become the locust swarm that clear my kitchen of anything edible so I relate.... wondering why your hubby has not gotten food poisoning?

Stinkypaw said...

Thanks for sharing. Made me realise that doods are all the same! Hey!

And Little Guy is now a man in Canada, woohoo! You did great, so does he and it can only get better. Congrats my friend, you're doing good!

RC said...

yikes! all this guy bashing.

honestly, this situation rarely happens in my house. Because I do the grocery shopping (usually) and a lot of the cooking, I'm the one with the plan for the food and sometimes my wife (very rarely) uses something I had a plan for in a different way (especially chocolate chips...which she often wants to snack on, even if that is not my plan for them).

For us the misinterpretation always comes with resteraunt leftovers.

If it's tuessday/wednesday and there's leftovers from Saturday, I'm thinking she's not interested. Yet inevitably whenever I eat her resteraunt leftovers, later that day I learn that she was planning on eating them at x, y, z time.

It sounds like you need a refrigerator with a lock.

TheMama said...

The rasins. OMG THE RASINS!

My little one is only 13 months, and he already wants to try everything I eat. Not what his Dad is eating. Just me.

Love your blog!

Jennifer McKenzie said...

Uh huh. My new favorite saying (with a Redneck, two little dirt-faced okiee boys and two male dumbass dogs)


Nuff said.

Valerie Marie said...

Love you! It was soooo funny!
I wish you a great vacation!! xoxo

Lola Magnolia said...

O M G. I am laughing so hard right now it's difficult to type this!

Luckily, I don't have to deal with that...yet. My kids pretty much hate me because I don't buy junk food on a regular basis so finding food items missing doesn't usually happen around here! They do happen to rummage through the fridge and pantry without telling me and I find wrappers in the trash and empty single-serving cups of applesauce in the sink. I do love when I find empty candy wrappers stashed behind the sofa or hidden on a high shelf in the pantry, like I'm not gonna' find it, right?!

TxGoodie said...

Hmmm...now I wonder if maybe the whole Adam-Eve thing was distorted by the liberal press of the day and it was ADAM that bit into the forbidden fruit instead of Eve. All Eve did was hide the apple so she could eat it on another day....or not...depending on how her PMS was responding to the other pressure of life as she knew it... that's certainly food for thought... ;-)