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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.

In the Midst

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Today, my husband got up to go get more coffee.  He stopped, turned around, and said, “You know…  I can say something about you that I cannot say about anyone else on this earth.  When I simply look at you, it makes me happy.” And then went and got his coffee.

In the midst of all this awful chaos and unsurety of our life right now – I have him.

How I Met My Husband, Part VI

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That night we talked. And talked. And talked some more. Probably until about 3am. And I felt magic.

The next night was a group night – a small group at the church that got together every Monday. I knew he’d be there. I waited to see if I would feel the same magic, if he would see me and have a smile. He did. We talked late into the night again. That night he kissed me.

The next night… More talking. Late into that night, he asked me to marry him.

No. Really. He asked me to marry him on night three.

I said yes.

We thought of as crazy. In fact, we lost a lot of friends. The only people actually for us marrying were both sets of parents. I would have thought it would be the opposite. But apparently our parents all saw something. Neither of us were clueless. We’d both been engaged and in long term relationships before. The best explanation I can provide is that we simply Knew.

We eloped. It was us, our parents, my best friend, and his brother. I got to have my flowers and dress. It was simple, and lovely. A wedding on a lake with snow on the mountains in the distance.

That was 11 years, 2 sons, 6 cats, a snake, a guinea pig, various fish, 4 moves, and two towns ago. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I married my Jay. That guy. My Poe.

On the Lake

On the Lake

In the Chapel

In the Chapel

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