My other half

Now I know it’s a known fact writers can be insane but I want to talk about our spouses. It takes a special kind of person to be our other halves. Does this mean it’s a possibility they could be just as insane as we are? I do believe there’s a grain of truth to this idea. But let me explain how my wind beneath my wings has proved my theory.

DIY Fireplace Mantel

DIY Fireplace Mantel

Today, the hubby and I were discussing a new mantel for our fireplace. I’ve been researching Pinterest for ideas and cost effectives (aka cheap) alternatives.

Me, “Babe, I found a great website. The mantel shelves are under $200.”

He immediately responds he can build, stain, and install one for less than that amount.

Spartacus

Spartacus

…Okay

Him, “You doubt me woman? Never doubt me, woman for I am man. I will hammer and saw and build mighty things with my hands and all will be awestruck by my great skill and courage!”

Do you remember the old saying, Birds of a feather flock together?

Today’s proof he’s just as crazy as I am.

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Just being silly

Last night I realized something about my relationship with my hubby. Here’s a little background info, I grew up in Southern California and he’s from Colorado. With that being said for me, as a teenager it was pretty much a rite of passage to watch movies like Zoot Suit, Blood In, Blood Out, Boulevard Nights, American Me; for him, not so much. In fact, he hadn’t even heard of some these movies until he moved to Southern California (gasp! I know, huh?).

So I’m having trouble sleeping and what else am I to do but harass my partner in life? He’s right next to me, don’t judge me…you know you would do the same. I start poking him in the armpit (mimicking a stabbing motion). I’m thinking of that movie Blood In, Blood Out for some reason. We had just watched Criminal Minds so I’m going to blame it on that.

Sigh… “Babe what are you doing?” He is facing away from me, laying on his side.

“Practicing,” I answer.

“What? To stab me in the armpit?!”

“Well…yea, under the armpit, right thru the lung. Bam! I watched Blood In, Blood Out when I was a teenager.”

“I didn’t see that one. Is that one of those movies like Zoot Suit or American Me?” he asks.

“Yea…Don’t look at me Little Puppet!” I poke him in the armpit again (mimicking a stabbing motion) laughing uproariously at my own joke.

“You got issues.”

After a brief moment, “Babe, are you worried I’m going to try to stab you?” (I have to ask him.)

“Naw, life insurance doesn’t pay you for that.” With those sweet loving words my husband goes to sleep.

For those who don’t know us this might seem strange and kind of crazy but I think that is the quintessential example of who we are as a couple. He accepts me for all my ridiculousness and I accept him for his (trust me he has his moments). I realized that laughter and our plain goofiness is going to be my foundation as I move forward as a writer. Even during those moments when I’m channeling my inner Greek tragedy, I’ll have memories like last night to make me smile and laugh. When it’s all said and done, who cares about movies when I got my man.