The Joys Of Marriage; WHAT DID YOU SAY? And I’D Never Survive A Cold Climate Long Term.

The Coach does not have great hearing; it’s not all his fault. He DID work on airplane engines for many years, we’ve attended hundreds of live concerts and also, he’s 55. I have pretty good hearing, but not perfect as I’m {almost} old. For example, I can be two rooms away with our Sonos music playing though-out the house, running the vacuum cleaner and he will talk to me and expect me to hear him when all I hear is what Charlie Brown hears when an adult speaks. Womp womp, womp.

I’ll finish up, come back into the room he’s in, and say: If you were talking to me, I have no idea what you said. He’ll either (1) say, I don’t remember what I said or (2) NOT HEAR ME.

HUH?

I just shake my head and hope he wasn’t saying something really important like we just lost all our money in the stock market or he’s found a younger version of me working at Hooters and they’re in love.

Now picture me sitting directly next to him, and I say something clear-as-a-bell and he doesn’t hear a word. I just shake my head.

Raise your hand if you also do a lot of head shaking.

I was kidding about the Hooters thing; he doesn’t go there because their wings are crap.

Coffee, Coffee Creamer & Not Real Fighting

Saturday night we arrived home after a long and wonderful visit to GA. Goodness, I forgot that we left SO soon after Christmas, and that all our Christmas decor was STILL up. Oh SNAP, those damn elves are sleeping on the job.

Sunday morning around 8am I sauntered into the kitchen and the Coach said: Good morning, I see you have TWO creamers and I have NONE.

{I’m non-dairy because of my *effin* cholesterol issue. This stuff is tasty though}

Whatevs. I explained that when I purchased them, they were in equal numbers and he just consumes his quicker than I do.

With a sassy smile on his face: And you knew that I would use more….ya know Publix opened at 7 am.

Me: My azz wasn’t going anywhere at 7 am.

We love to ‘argue’ like this. If my girls were here they’d say: “you should be nicer to each other, are you getting a divorce?” I would generally reply MAYBE, WHO DO YOU WANT TO LIVE WITH? Which is always funny since they have their own homes.

As a kid I recall objects flying through the house between my Dad & Mom and then my Dad & Step-Mom; (see the common denominator?) ashtrays, shoes, rocking chairs. I remember my dad unhooking the phone from the wall and throwing it INTO the pool because he was tired of its ringing. So, I know real arguing and my girls make me laugh with their silly non-worries. The last thing their dad threw was a party for a charity.

Life is good when you’re married to a smart ass, silly and like-minded fool.

Speaking of Coffee & A Spoiled Suz…Baby, it’s cold inside, so let’s hibernate.

While we were in GA, it was cold. I mean, I knew it was gonna be winter, but being IN winter is different than thinking about winter. (My Canadian friends do not read the rest of this) It was 32-38 at night and with a high of 35-45 during the day. That’s pretty cold for this Florida girl. When I would take Callie for a walk, I had every portion of my body covered. Twice. Except for my face. And dang it, my face was cold.

Do you know what I learned? I’m like a bear. I get into my comfortable bed with the flannel sheets and heavy comforter at night and then in the morning, I DO NOT WANT TO GET OUT. So I don’t. I snuggle in, read emails on my phone, play words with friends, and guess who brings me coffee in bed? Mr. Demanding himself. SPOILED ROTTEN. I can then snuggle in for another 45 minutes or until my bladder can not wait any longer. Maybe I’ll start wearing diapers and linger longer; I am NOT above it.

After our huge knock-down argument about creamer, I repaid Coach for the coffee all-week-in-bed with a 15 egg frittata (with extra cholesterol) for him to enjoy all week long. We’re both nice when we’re not bickering over coffee creamer or saying HUH?

Happy Monday my friends. I’m hoping this week brings ONLY good things to all of us; may it be warm coffee, gentle people and residing in a comfortable home.

XO

Look At Me, Not Wallowing, But I’m Totally Complaining About Wallowers. Happy 2021 Our Home Away From Home.

Happy. Merry. All that jazz.

I’ve had it up to HERE with negativity. I can’t. I won’t. Go away negative people, go far away.

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” 

― Oscar Wilde,

Doesn’t it seem like some of us can only focus on the bad stuff and can’t go a day without mentioning the shit show of 2020, what-they-can’t-do instead of what-they-CAN-do. Be like that damn Disney girl who sings LET IT GO over and over again. Wait, she’s annoying as hell. Never mind. Me, forever the Pollyanna….singing The Sun is gonna come out tomorrow at the top of my lungs and perhaps annoying my neighbors.

Does it feel like I’ve gone off my meds? Or does it feel like I SHOULD be on meds? Any suggestions?


Transitioning to the good stuff…

We had a very nice, low key New Years Eve and day in JawJa with our dear friends. It was a cold/wet/dreary day and I had made a boat rental reservation for the lake in our community 6 weeks prior. Damned if we were going to cancel and miss out on some fun. We were ALMOST the only people on the lake, aside from some awesome herons, mallard ducks, geese, bald eagles and the Gorton fisherman.

The thing about us and our people, we can have a blast just about anywhere in any instance. Wet, cold and the boat couldn’t get over 2.8 MPH, I’m sure I swim faster, but we tootled around the lake and laughed like we were at a comedy show for two hours. Cheap entertainment.

We enjoyed homemade meatballs and cooked-all-day spaghetti sauce, collectively created a large pot of chili to be eaten over several days, sipped good wine, and of course some movies on the couch.

Callie had her boxer friend Milo for a few days which she loved, we had lovely sunrises and look at me trying to save a buck on our gas bill by watching a fireplace instead of turning on a fireplace. Who knew I was such a genius?

I crack myself up. Very cheap entertainment.

I truly believe things WILL GET better for every one of us. I really do.

So, did anyone even bother to make a resolution this year?

Cheers to all things being better. My favorite saying: Optimism is contagious. Feel free to pass it on.

XO