“Determination” is my wife’s harsh incantation on obstruction that might get in a way for me to finish a household chore. Her enunciation of each letters of the word “DETERMINATION” comes in with an expressions of one who have just have taken a cough medicine called “Buckleys” that can disfigure a face. Once my wife spelled out “determination”, watch out, because delaying or stopping means “extermination”.
“Determination” to my wife, means don’t dilly-dally the lawn mowing, the vacuuming, or the mopping. It has to get done, now! Anything short, “determination” is “extermination”.
Extermination means – my ass wouldn’t get the peace it deserves while I am in front of my laptop. Or I couldn’t watch TV or DVD’s, or read book or newspaper, or worse I wouldn’t have my meal. She would eat by herself, she is not going to invite me, because she knew if I eat before I get the job done, I would get lazy, and she would scratch her belly, performing the “oink…oink” scene, so that I would be reminded of a pig that would lied down after a heavy meal. Not only she would have made me a political prisoner, but also would force me to go on hunger strike. She want me get exterminated!
So that has been my great motivation to get the chore done. Determination: My wife’s determination.
I could not blame my wife for being such a tight guard. If you don’t keep an eye on me, I have this unusual ability to stall, dodge, delay, or abandon entirely a household chore. My creativity to invent excuses is exhaustive. And it only ends, when really; really, my wife’s big eyes going to bulge out of its sockets in exasperation. That’s the only time out of compunction or guilt – I will get the chore done. Chore to me is like wiping your own shit. I don’t want to deal with it, if I can, especially if you’re using a “tabo”, instead of toilet paper.
One time I gave my wife her own dose of medicine of her “determination” thing.
This movie “Social Network” is available free in Shaw’s Video on Demand. Every time I watch it, there’s always something that get in the way that I wouldn’t be able to finish it. Determined to finish it, I decided to watch it again while in the midst of mopping.
I switched on our TV, and ordered the movie. My wife knew what’s going on – only waiting for her explosion. I’ll be the one to use her “determination” technique, this time.
Before she explodes, I enunciated my own version of “Determination” ghastlier than her. I tried with might to bulge out my Japanese eyes from its tiny sockets. And the strained effort I employed made my wife see the whole “Exorcist” movie in my face. She let me finished the “Social Network” … my mopping can wait. “Determination” worked in reverse.