My wife cracks me up. We have a great time together, all the time. One of the quirks in her personality is a complete aloofness when it comes to timing. For example, we’ll watch some reality show for an entire season and when the winner is about the be announced she’ll decide to tell me something about her day. And it’s not like she wasn’t watching too. She’ll just flake out and start talking.
This happens a lot… like every other day.
I think there was a time when I got annoyed by it, but not now. I usually die laughing. She immediately knows why I’m laughing and she’ll lose it as well.
For twenty-eight years I have been married to a man who graduated with highest honors in chemistry, yet who cannot cook even the simplest food item without ruining it. When you really love someone, his flaws and shortcomings can be endearing. Bless his heart, if this guy tried to boil water, he’d probably burn it to a crisp. I look forward to my twenty-ninth year with the world’s worst cook.
Jim loves things and hates things with equal passion (that is, lots of it). He loooooves Superman (and his Superman halloween costume), he loves Star Trek (especially Captain Kirk), he hates idiots, getting up early, and having someone stick their finger in his bellybutton. He’s not wishy-washy at all.
She depends on me to give her step-by-step directions for parking or backing out of a spot, in spite of the fact that I don’t drive and have never had a license.
I’m married to a nut case! He has a totally offbeat, goofy sense of humor that comes out at the strangest times. Like the time we were driving down a county road and saw some chickens in the drainage ditch, foraging for bugs, I guess. He launched into this convoluted dissertation about Ditch Chickens and how they migrate across the field. It was totally inane, and I ached from laughing. He used to regale our daughter with tales of being hunkered down with antelopes. And lately, he’s added stories about alpacas. No, he doesn’t drink…
He’s a very intelligent, caring, talented man, but when the sillies strike, there’s no telling where he’ll take us.
My wife graduated with honors in politcal science, and she could not care less about politics. It’s hilarious.
She also played little-league, high school, and D1 college softball as a catcher, but freaks out when I try to toss the remote to her. That one just boggles my mind.
When my husband is wrong, he is the most stubborn person. It’s actually very funny. The more wrong he is, the harder to get him to admit it and move on – once, when I mentioned that according to CNN it was colder in NYC than it was on Mars, he corrected me. He carefully explained that Mars was hot. It is the planet that is closest to the sun, why did I think it’s called “the Red Planet”? It took my daughter and me about 3 days of showing him NASA websites to convince him that Mars is further from the sun and is called the red planet because it actually is red.
That’s pretty typical of him, it’s frustrating as hell but so funny after the fact.
He is the king of silly. He strikes up conversations with strangers about nothing in particular. Things that annoy other people seem to be a source of amusement for him.
Define “funny.” My SO has a wonderfully dry sense of humor, but there seems to be a flip side to it.
I love my husband dearly, & will love him until I die, but he seems to hold grudges. Why was John Lennon the greatest Beatle? He wrote the best songs, but the rest of the Beatles didn’t think he was so great. Joe South? He could have been great, but the “man” set up a sting wherein a minor girl accused him of rape. The Rolling Stones were the greatest of all time, but the powers that be kept them down, by arresting them on dope charges & charging them w/tax charges. (The gospel according to him)
When I met my darling, he played bass for the church band. Shortly into our marriage, he was president of our church board, and welded power at our for some time after. This was a wonderful time for me…my entire family sat w/me at worship & praised God. As always, I taught children’s church.
A few years later, the church group’s pianist suffered a heart attack. She attempted to put the group back together, but added a friend of hers, a male guitar & vocalist who agreed to come on board if his friend the bass could come as well. My husband was out. His pride would not let him come back.
Does anyone in the mid-Michigan area need a church bassist? He’s good, especially with either a country-gospel beat or rock-gospel beat. Let me know.
btw, I just ask me whether if in the 10 years we’ve been married he’s had any grudges against me. His answer, “why?”
Jim’s version of admitting he was wrong is to say, “You may be partially right.” It might drive another person who is deeply committed to being right crazy, but it just amuses me. If that’s as close to admitting I was right as he’ll get, I can live with it.
I once heard someone say “When you say someone has a good sense of humor, what it really means is they think you are funny”. So, I’d have to say one of the funniest things about my hubby is he thinks I’m a freakin’ riot.
Besides that, though, he is the oddest (albeit entertaining) combination of macho and ‘geek’ I’ve ever seen in my life.
One minute, he’s all “no, no, that won’t work because the wireless router I’ve run is not conducive to. . .”
And the next minute, he’s like, “He said that to you?? I’ll kick his ass!”
Also, if you saw him on the street, you’d never think “geek!” although down under his ratty T-shirt and old jeans, that’s totally what he is.
My wife will change sentences in the middle of a sentence. I have to occasionally stop her to ask her to complete one thought before starting a new one.
It used to drive me nuts but now I just look the other way and shake my head. It shows up most when he is cooking. It takes him forever to make a meal. I have to force myself to stay out of the kitchen.
Thanksgiving is torture. At least I got him to switch off and let me cook it every other year. This is MY year. I can start cooking early, get a slight buzz on and have the complete dinner done by four in the afternoon. Unlike last year were we all spent most of the day staring at a completly cooked turkey for over three hours while the sides are made one by one.
He has a totally offbeat, goofy sense of humor that comes out at the strangest times. Like the time we were driving down a county road and saw some chickens in the drainage ditch, foraging for bugs, I guess. He launched into this convoluted dissertation about Ditch Chickens and how they migrate across the field. It was totally inane, and I ached from laughing. He used to regale our daughter with tales of being hunkered down with antelopes. And lately, he’s added stories about alpacas. No, he doesn’t drink…
It took my daughter and me about 3 days of showing him NASA websites to convince him that Mars is further from the sun and is called the red planet because it actually is red.
