Because I can’t be the only person to know this stuff… a little something about my husband. Or, how I made a one paragraph story into a novella.
The man works hard. His job entails long hours, tapped for on-call when he’d rather be in one of those ickle bickle planes… and jetting off to work even longer hours in strange cities. All part and parcel of a career he’s utterly tired of after 40+ years. I’m well aware of each, of course. Every morning that he rises to resume said work, I think of how difficult it must be to do it again, no matter how bad he may feel or how little sleep he may have had the night before. Agonizing, right?
This last trip must have been hell; he came down with a monster cold the day before he was to fly to San Francisco. Can he cancel at the last minute? Not really; who would move/install the system? So he goes and does the job, all the while feeling like absolute crap. What can I say? He’s a real man, not a pussy…. in any way, shape or form.
Maybe this should be called ‘an ode to Mike’. But I digress.
So, anyway, he works hard. You get that. And he’s the best person I’ve ever known. My soul mate, my best friend. Brave, loyal, funny, passionate and compassionate. Intelligent and creative. And dead sexy. The total package.
Now, I don’t have a ‘real’ job; my place in this set-up is to facilitate his life. I’m back-up, moral support, accountant, housekeeper, dog and duck wrangler. I keep the minor annoyances of life at bay so he can do what he does, which is mainly be brilliant and make money… and sometimes sneak away and fly planes. All that may seem very 18th century to some of you, but it’s what works for us. If I had the capacity to make money, he’d be more than happy to assume my wrangling duties.
While discharging my duties as support staff last Saturday, I noticed that the man remained ill. More than that, he was just plain tired. Sick and tired and starting to feel more than a bit wrung out.
I’d already made up my mind to get him an iPad 2 for Christmas, but I made the executive decision that he needed one now, right now. So he, in a delirious fervor, from the cold or the prospect of a new toy I cannot say, shoved off to Best Buy and purchased one.
Here’s the interesting part. Upon returning with the thing he didn’t so much play with it right away as jump straight on the internet to learn how to change it. Jailbreak or something. I don’t know why that surprised me, as we have a name for what he does to virtually everything he owns: Bobikize. He’s Bobikized so very many things – and it’s seemingly the first thought upon purchasing a new gadget. ‘How can I modify it?’ If it didn’t void the warranty I feel sure that he’d have taken it apart and put it back together by now. Never satisfied with how stuff works; there must be a way to make it better.
All tinkerers are probably the same; never completely convinced that what they hold in their hands is so perfect it can’t be made shinier with just a little tweaking… and mine is no different. I do love that man.
20. September 2011 at 12:12 pm
my husband jailbroke his ipad2 shortly after he got it. Mine remains in the condition I bought it in.
found out recently that the kid jailbroke her ipod touch. Much be in the genes!
20. September 2011 at 12:16 pm
Oh, gawd; three of a kind!
20. September 2011 at 12:31 pm
Does that beat a Full House or is it a Straight? I always get that confused.
(BTW, dead sexy photos of the man too. I, like you, have quite the appreciation for the manna from heaven that was dropped into my life. Ah boys, bless their pointed heads…thank God they’re hot!
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20. September 2011 at 12:37 pm
On a serious note… I do thank God every day for the man. Manna from Heaven is right!
20. September 2011 at 1:13 pm
It makes DH blush, but I do so love to tease him by saying, “I hate to see you go, but how I do enjoy watching you leave!
” or either of these, “Shake what your Momma gave you!” and “Can I get fries to go with that shake?” The mans got a nice butt…and I’m very biased and proud where it’s concerned.
Ten years, I still love every part of him. Le sigh.
20. September 2011 at 1:37 pm
“I hate to see you go, but how I do enjoy watching you leave!”
I have a picture of Mike’s butt. So sue me.
Twenty years, love him even more. It’s weird, how that happens. You can marry someone thinking your capacity for love is full, but reservoirs of pure, blinding love open and fill every corner, even to spilling out to others. Starting with one type of love, you move through the years on to something close to God Love. Agape, I think I’ve heard it called.
20. September 2011 at 2:35 pm
Aww, we’re mushy for our menfolk.
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20. September 2011 at 3:37 pm
Oh, like you’ve never admired your hubby’s derriere!?
21. September 2011 at 6:44 am
20. September 2011 at 8:00 pm
Awwww. Although I like your job. I’d rather do that than deal with bitchy lawyers all day.
20. September 2011 at 8:51 pm
Well, you do that job and your lawyer job as well. Doubly tough!
20. September 2011 at 8:25 pm
This is just the kind of sweet and uplifting thing I needed to read tonight. God bless the both of you!
20. September 2011 at 8:51 pm
Aw, thanks Mrs. Who! May God bless you and Bitterroot as well!
20. September 2011 at 9:33 pm
There’s mush in here!
LOL
My husband tinkers. It scares me. When he goes anywhere near my stuff I puch him out of the way and swoop it up like a mother hen.
He is darn handsome btw and that pic makes him look like Sean Connery.
21. September 2011 at 5:37 am
Gotta wear your waders in this thread!
Sometimes Mike’s tinkering scares me… like the time I walked out into the garage and he had the motorcycle in a billion tiny pieces… fortunately he knew where everything went!
21. September 2011 at 4:03 pm
I have to admit, it didn’t occur to me until this morning that I monopolized the beginning of this thread of consciousness AND bragged about my Honey’s hiney.
I did share with him that I was swooning about his posterior
…but skimmed over the fact that (a) it was in print and (b) it was on a blog.
We’ll just consider this post a “mutual admiration” locale.
21. September 2011 at 4:06 pm
Works for me!