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Ahhhhhh, Maiwwage

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Poe and I have been married for 13 1/2 years. We were babies at merely 21 and 23. Have I ever done our story? I really ought to do that – it’s a good story. He’s a good man. So, very much not perfect – but neither am I. Oh MY! does he have stuff to put up with me. And I love him. However, I would like to post the following as an open letter to my husband.

Wife, 87, Shoots “Cheating” Husband, 88

…allegedly told police that she only “intended to scare the shit out of him” and “just went a little bit beserk” since “he was stepping out on me, and I just got pissed off.”

1. The article is worth reading.

2. Her husband is okay.

3. You go girl.

4. I hope I have that much Oomph at that age.

Date Day

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So, yesterday was date day for me and Poe. It’s really kind of sad and pathetic.

Babysitting is an issue for us. Due to Joseph’s issues, my parents don’t really feel comfortable watching him. With both their issues, we are damn well not going to hire a teenager. A “real” babysitter (ie: Nanny or AuPair or Child Development person) is WAY out of our budget. Any my best friend – while I completely trust her – has her own family, and so I hate to ask her unless it’s really really important.

Thus, grocery day is date day. Tuesdays are the one day Poe is with it during the day. He will have slept the night before, and doesn’t work that night, and so Tuesday’s the day. While the kids are at school, we hit up all the stores (going for the various sales/coupons), spending the time together child free.

Yesterday, we went to CVS, Vons, the bank, the Church of the Holy Touchdown (you’d have to be a local to understand) to vote, Rite Aid, and finally Ralphs. We spent a ton of money (which we had to spend on groceries, Yay!) stocking up on things on sale. You don’t really know money issues, unless you don’t know if you’re going to be able to buy milk for the kids that week. So, when we’re flush, we don’t waste the money on something frivolous – we buy food. By the way? If you need paper towels? My house is the house to come to. There was a sale. Now we won’t have to buy for a long time (kind of the point).

So that? Is our date. A little sad. But it’s time we spend together, both awake at the same time, not at home where we’re distracted by interests, work, chores, or kids. Plus, between our bad backs, between the two of us we equal one person buying groceries.

Grossed Out

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In our house, I very strongly believe that Poe has certain jobs, and I have others. Namely, Poe gets the gross jobs and I get everything else. When he complains, I ask if he would like to figure out the kids’ health insurance this year? Or perhaps he’d like the job of coming up with the car insurance payment. Or – I know – Would he like to fight with the state about Joseph’s classification? That would be fun! I could make him do the kids’ laundry. (He’s totally creeped out by small clothes. Hold up a small sock and he shudders. “They’re like doll clothes!” Yeah. That’s my big strong former Marine man.)

And then he shuts up about the gross stuff.

This morning, however, Poe was still at work. I saw that a slug of some kind had found its way into the office, and then apparently did laps. It was a full on slug derby. How in the world do I clean up slug trails from the carpet? But I didn’t see the perpetrator. He finally showed himself about an hour later. He was thrown outside.  He had antennae/horns, and was really long and skinny. I threw him outside. I hate creepy crawlies. But – If they’re outside? That’s their house and I leave them alone (except for poisonous things like black widows, which we have). But inside is MY house. Ew.

In looking at my carpet he was at it a really long time, just slugging along while I was sleeping. ::shudder::

My point is that sometimes I have to do Poe’s job too. I feel very indignant at the moment. I probably just need more coffee before he gets home.

Take it Back

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We’re taking back the house today.  It’s overrun by Christmas gifts, crap from our office flooding, and halfway undone decorations.  It’s becoming a bit of a difficulty.  We still haven’t found the leak, and we’re due for more rain tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday.  So we can’t dry out the corner.  Plus, all my Christmas boxes are in my father’s garage, and he’s apparently not home.  But Dammit.  We’re taking back the house.  My husband is in Field Day mode (if you or your spouse is former military, you know what I’m talking about).  So – I’m basically working while he attacks the house.  And I really do mean “attack.”  I stay out of his way when he’s in this mood.

So – basically, tomorrow I’m not going to be able to find anything, because my husband has put it away in the wrong place.  But at least it’s not on the floor anymore.

And they said it wouldn’t last

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No really, they did. We got married so fast that I lost a few friends who wouldn’t support me. And about 3-6 months into the marriage, our church family kept staring at my tummy, SURE that I must be pregnant. I mean, it had to be a shotgun wedding, right?

We disappointed them.  We got married because we loved each other, and knew it was right, and knew it was of God.  Period.  We ignored the naysayers, and did what we felt was right.

12 years later, we’re still together.  A little ragged around the edges, with worn out knees, and well placed holes, a bit faded.  But still here, still together, and still love each other.

Happy anniversary, Poe.  I love you.  Still.

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