I mean, my blog is moving. I'm still stuck in South Carolina.
I just ... the name I picked for this blog was never very good. I realize that. But since I don't run, it's extra stupid. So, I bought a url based on a name that has been recommended to me by several people. Elliepie.com. Isn't that cute? It's not about pie - that's just how my last name starts. Though I do love pie. And the new name gives me license to blog about food from time to time - especially, I suppose, if I bake a pie.
But yes, if your'e wondering, Roomie does call me Ellie pie.
So, reset your readers, go, subscribe, be merry. (I say to my one or two loyal readers). Add me to your blogroll (and let me know if you do, I'll do the same).
Those of you who also nerd out on blogs (you know who you are) may notice I don't have Intense Debate on the new blog. It's been glitchy from time to time, plus it simply won't work at all with the fancy new dynamic blogs that Blogger's rolled out. So, for now, you can subscribe to comments - but do feel free to bitch and complain and let me know if the notifications don't work.
And, for your reading pleasure, I give you the best moving story ever to grace the internet.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Actual conversation at my house this weekend, while I was doing dishes and Roomie was studying.
Me: “Hey B, can you come help?”
He: “You need help with the dishes?”
Me: “No, I need you to come find the lid to the olive oil.”
He: “You lost it?”
I continue to wash dishes while he walks in the kitchen, looks in three places, and turns up the lid to the olive oil.
Me: “What would I do without you?”
He: “You’d lose everything.”
Me: “I’d probably die.”
Me: “Or I’d just have put a piece of foil on the olive oil and put it back in the pantry.”
Me: “Maybe, if I was feeling fancy, I’d have put a rubber band around the foil.”
Me: “If I could find a rubber band, I guess.”
*At my house, right now, I do most of the cooking. I also do the majority of the dishes, though Roomie helps. This isn’t because he’s a lazy jerk or sexist (am I the only person who jumps to this conclusion when a woman in a relationship with a man does most cooking and housework?), this is because he teaches two classes (they don’t even create his tests for him, which I think is total B.S.) and has a full time grad student class load + he’s supposed to be working on coming up with research plans on some hard-to-find little suckers called diamondback terrapins.
Backstory: When I was in college and working, I lived with my boyfriend – a guy I haven’t spoken to in ages. One of the many problems with that relationship was that he thought that, despite the fact that the number of hours I devoted to schoolwork and my job waiting tables at a hamburger and shake shack (any Ducks remember Jamie’s Great Hamburgers?) added up to far more than his 40 hours every week, I should take care of the majority of the housework. Because I made less money than he did.
Right. And since I wasn’t so great at keeping house anyway (I’ve gotten better, but I’m still not stellar. Ask my bathtub.), we lived in total filth. Most people do that in college, right?
Right. I’m not still traumatized by that experience, but it was formative. So the way I look at it, if one person has significantly more time on his/her hands, he or she should do more work around the house.
Posted by Ells (aka Serialmono) at 5:10 PM