Everybody Loves Bobby!

If you are new to meeting my husband, please don’t be thrown off if he continues to further introduce himself as husband number six.  Yes, I’ve had a few husbands, but not six.  I just roll my eyes when people say, “I just love Bobby!” I respond, “Yes, yes, EVERYBODY loves Bobby.  In fact, he needs his own TV show.”  I’m constantly reminded of this when we go to theme parks, airports, concerts, and any local Taco Tuesday.  Someone always shouts out, “BOBBBBBBBY!!!!” and runs over to high-five him.

The last time we babysat for my son and daughter-in-law, I heard a knock at their door. Much to my surprise, it was my ex.  I hesitantly greeted him, and he had the audacity to ask me, “I heard Bobby was in town, could I steal him to go grab a beer and catch up?”  I stood there half confused and half amused and thought to myself, did my ex really just ask if my husband could come out to play? After all, what could these two possibly have in common?

He finds humor in the fact there is a thirteen year age difference between us.  He loves to remind me that he bought his first GT BMX bike when I was buying my first home. We have had to learn to share the radio on road trips, him a little Oingo Boingo and me a little Queen. Not to mention, he loves asking the waitress if they have a senior citizen menu and chuckles!

So, I have to ask myself, “Why does everybody love Bobby?”  Men tell me that he’s a guy’s guy. My sister’s claim he’s the first husband to ever put me in my place. My girlfriends think he’s their own personal marriage counselor.  My grandkids run past me and jump in his arms. I think of him as a cross between Al Bundy, Charlie Harper (Sheen) and, of course, Raymond.

Bobby has a knack for finding humor, and even more importantly has helped me to find it in life. They say laughter releases endorphins, or feel good hormones and I truly believe this. Humor has been the saving grace in our eighteen years of marriage, and helped us to find forgiveness at a much faster speed than when we were younger.  We have experienced and survived tragic moments, and yet it has bonded us closer and given us a greater appreciation for time, life, and God.

Thank you my husband for making me laugh.  For you I blog…for you I find humor!

My First Blog

NEXT!

I’ve never been a big fan of shopping; I think of it more like a good hunt and kill!  I walk in… aim, fire and walk out; half of the time, I never even try stuff on.  This concept of shopping has caused me to randomly splurge through the many stages of my life.

I remember the time I decided to shop at the new young married girl counter. I strolled up to the counter, and they were having a special on “baby boys”!  The sales clerk was so good, she talked me into buying four of them!  Yet, every time I would go back to the store and try to exchange or return one of them, the clerk would shake her head at me in disbelief and shame, and point up at the big neon sign over her head that read… “ALL SALES FINAL” with a little stupid clause under it: “No Exceptions!”.   I now had more stresses hanging in my wardrobe then I ever imagined!  I had to learn to juggle, tolerate, and even get comfortable with the discomfort of ambivalence.  I was a walking zombie with bad roots, puffy eyes, and a pacifier hanging around my neck!

Years later, I decided to take another shot at this shopping. I hesitantly walked up to the menopause counter, and then suddenly forgot why I was there!  I happened to notice a sign that read “HOT flash special” and it instantly reminded me of what I was shopping for!  I ordered one maternity looking blouse, one mini fan for my purse, a patch, and what the heck… throw in a new husband!  They bagged them all up and even loaded them in the back of my empty minivan!  This crazy biological emotional rollercoaster I was on, was one wild ride of irritability, sudden cries of sadness, feelings of loneliness, anxiety and drastic mood changes!  I was a walking billboard for a pharma-med disclaimer!

I finally got up enough courage to try one more stab at this shopping. I  proudly walked  up to the silver lining counter.  I approached the sales clerk who had the audacity to smile past me and yell “NEXT!”  She completely ignored me!!!  I looked at her and said, “Hey lady it’s me, REMEMBER MEEEEE!!  I am here to shop and would like a box of drama, that backstabber friend you have on clearance, the sleep mask that reads “not tonight jerk!” and you just keep yelling “Next”!”  The lady behind me finally out of sympathy whispered, “that’s because you are in the “Next stage of life” line.  I said, “what”???  She continued, “Every time someone or something irritates you, tries to control or manipulate you, you just look past them and yell “NEXT!” The ladies in line giggled and all chimed in saying their health was better, they had more fun, more independence, and they all felt they had more choice in everything from work to leisure pursuits.

Wow! This Next Stage of my like would enable me to make the kind of informed choices that would surely help me maximize my enjoyment into my next stage of life. I have a greater appreciation for God, my husband, my children, and just as importantly; my sisters! For you, I Blog… for you… I find humor!!