This is probably something only I will find amusing. But I don't care. I'm going to share it anyway.

It has to do with 2 things. Grocery shopping. And being married to an engineer.

As of late, Erik and I will go grocery shopping together. I'm not really sure why this has turned into one of our 'couple' tasks. But it has. Probably because we are both too lazy and unmotivated to go and we figure if we at least do this together we are both being punished by having to leave the comfort of the couch.

On one of our recent shopping trips we bought some of our usual staple items. Milk. Bread. Yogurt. Granola Bars. These were probably the only 4 things on our list. And this trip probably took us a good 45 minutes to an hour to complete. Because when we grocery shop together I will send my darling husband to pick out a box of crackers and he will stare at them for a few minutes before he decides which ones he wants to buy. My name is Kristin. And I married an engineer...

Now, Erik will tell you that I am anal retentive when it comes to my grocery shopping. This is a result of growing up in the grocery business and spending the early part of my adult years working in said grocery business.

The following is why he thinks I'm crazy...

You see, there is a certain way you put your groceries on the belt. All the produce goes together. Then the remainder of the perishable items. Then canned goods and boxes. And then anything breakable or smush-able, like eggs or bread or those yummy waxy chocolate donuts.

There is also a certain way you bag your groceries. I prefer paper (or reusable shopping bags if I actually remember to bring them). And I prefer not to have some snot nosed teenager mess up my bagging system after I've taken the time to place the items on the belt the way I'd like them bagged. If I wanted the peanut butter placed on top of the cherries I would have put them on the belt that way.

There is also a certain way you put your groceries away once you get home. Lunch meats and cheeses go together. Produce goes together. Certain non-perishable items have their place on each pantry shelf located next to similar items.

And yes. I am crazy. And I fully realize this as I type type type away about my unusual methods for grocery shopping....

One lovely summer evening upon returning home from the local P&S, I was putting away the groceries and Erik, the engineer, decided to help me. He thought he would be helpful and put all of the granola bars in a tupperware container so that they were all out in the open for our snacking pleasure.

The only problem with this idea was that the tupperware container was a little bit too small for the 25 or so granola bars he wanted to place them in.

I was putting something else away and turned around and saw this (and yes, I decided it was so funny to me at the time that I had to take pictures of it).

I, of course, made some smart butt comment about how all of the granola bars were never going to fit into that tiny little tupperware bowl. I'm sure I also made some smart butt comment about how the granola bars would have been perfectly fine staying in their respective boxes and being placed on the pantry shelf by their friends the cereal and oatmeal.

See the smirk? This is the point where the engineer's brain started processing what I had to say. It's the "challenge accepted" (a la Barney Stinson) face. This is the point at which he knew he would prove that he could do it and that I was wrong.

So, out came the granola bars.

And back in they went.

Vertically.

Until not a granola bar was out of place.

And then back in the pantry they went. Next to the cereal, oatmeal and other breakfast goodies.

I love blogging. Yet I hate blogging.

I love it because it is a great creative outlet. Somewhere that I can share my thoughts. Update my friends and family. Post progress of our house. And our lives.

I hate it because I suck at keeping up with it. And I hate it because I look back at posts from February and realize that not only do I suck at blogging, but also at chair refinishing.

The good news is that since I suck so much at blogging (and just realized that I bought said chair in February) it has inspired me to actually do something about it.

I haven't touched the chair since February. Unless you count picking it up and physically moving it in the house a few times. And then looking at its backless self thinking, "Hmmmm, maybe I should finally get the stripper out and finish getting the stain out of the cracks."

(Wow. That sounded dirty. But probably because I am 12.)

And then I'd do something else. Like laundry. You know, something equally as exciting as finishing the chair. Or taking pictures of our bathroom remodel progress. Or spray painting a lamp. Which still needs a sand, a coat of poly and a lampshade. But I promise it won't take me 5 months to show it to you.

Ok, I don't really promise. Because knowing me it may take me another 5 months to update you on all of this.

But I promise to at least make an effort and not go a full month in between blogging.

The good news is I have made some great progress on the chair. And no, I didn't strip it.

I caved.

I painted it.

This is what it looked like after I decided to paint it at 10:00 last Thursday night.

(I get inspired to work on projects at very odd hours.)

And then I put another coat on it Friday. And then I bought fabric and batting and cording on Saturday. And then I realized on Sunday, in the daylight, that I needed to redo the wood filler I had originally done on Thursday because the paint was not filling in some of the wonkiness (technical term) that I had hoped.

But worry not my dear friends, for all I have left to do to this bad boy is a rough sand, some glazing, a coat of poly (or varathane, I must do my research) and then staple the crap out of the fabric that I bought for it.

Should be done in about 5 months or so.

Ha ha, just kidding.