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That picture right there represents all that is good and right in the world of giving thanks. I may be making that up in order to fool you into watching it, but for now (and until you actually do watch it and curse my name) I stand by my previous statement. The one thing about being thankful when it's not yet quite the Time of the Year for that sort of thing is that it doesn't matter. You can be thankful whenever the damned mood strikes. Although I will totally wear a pilgrim hat later. To show my thanks. Also, they're called Cockel hats officially speaking. I learned that while looking to purchase one. On the Internet.
Unlike some other things that I've been known to ramble about, I vaguely have a point this morning. And that point is that I appreciate the heck out of my wife. I appreciate her in the way that bull elephants appreciate...peanuts? Lady elephants? Lady Elephants that are suggestively laying down on a bed of peanuts? (Note - I am not, in point of fact, comparing Ladytoa to an elephant. That way lies madness and bruises on my face. Because I'll likely fall down some stairs afterwards)
I am not what most people imagine when they hear the phrase an "easy man to live with". Like many other people on this wonderfully spinning ball of mud I have issues and triggers and bs piled on top of my soul like toppings on a delicious Subway sandwich. Sometimes, these things will cause me to explode in a bitter tsunami of self-recriminations and doubt.
My wife lives through these times, is kind to me and then (and this is the amazing part) comes back for more of me. This broad likes me and that makes my entire life a better place to inhabit. The thing is that every once in a while it really hits me how much what has to appear like the "simple" parts of being with someone really mean. Just listening when you have a crappy day or holding your hand when the world decides it would rather zig than zag.
Because for all the grand gestures and surprise presents and lavish trips to exotic countries where virginal women will massage me with the finest quality oils redolent of the spices of far-off Araby (about which I am in no way complaining, let the record show) it's the simple kindnesses that make me feel at home. Ladytoa - let me tell you - she gives good kindness.
Like other men have before and will after me, I sometimes find myself thinking "what have I done to deserve this person in my life?" (Except that I mean it in a good way.) and I realize that the answer to that question is nothing, really. Not to be down on myself but that's just not how the world works. I can't just tally up my cool points in column "A" and if enough are present cash them in for sweet prizes from column "B" right? Because if I could, I would totally have a mansion that had roller-rink floors. Everywhere. Changing floors? Ramps and Elevators. And none of those hippy-dippy roller "blades" or whatever the kids are using these days. Nope. You wanna skate at my house you do it Old School.
No - it turns out that amazing wives are not handed out for skee-ball high scores or being able to trounce everyone at the local arcade at Mortal Kombat (those are still valid expressions of your manly teenage self-worth, yes?). They are just a sort of universal mystery and the best you can hope to do is enjoy their company, try to be worthy of the continuation of the same and enjoy the ride. And every once in a while let them know how much better they make your lives.
So, in the most publicly-private way the internet will allow, and with all the rambling for which you've come to know me, I just want to say thank you to my wife (who's real name is also a secret, but is not Ladytoa.). You make my every day better, and there's no where in the universe I'd rather be than wherever you are.
Except maybe Cybertron. Transformers are pretty bitching, after all.
My wife lives through these times, is kind to me and then (and this is the amazing part) comes back for more of me. This broad likes me and that makes my entire life a better place to inhabit. The thing is that every once in a while it really hits me how much what has to appear like the "simple" parts of being with someone really mean. Just listening when you have a crappy day or holding your hand when the world decides it would rather zig than zag.
Because for all the grand gestures and surprise presents and lavish trips to exotic countries where virginal women will massage me with the finest quality oils redolent of the spices of far-off Araby (about which I am in no way complaining, let the record show) it's the simple kindnesses that make me feel at home. Ladytoa - let me tell you - she gives good kindness.
Like other men have before and will after me, I sometimes find myself thinking "what have I done to deserve this person in my life?" (Except that I mean it in a good way.) and I realize that the answer to that question is nothing, really. Not to be down on myself but that's just not how the world works. I can't just tally up my cool points in column "A" and if enough are present cash them in for sweet prizes from column "B" right? Because if I could, I would totally have a mansion that had roller-rink floors. Everywhere. Changing floors? Ramps and Elevators. And none of those hippy-dippy roller "blades" or whatever the kids are using these days. Nope. You wanna skate at my house you do it Old School.
No - it turns out that amazing wives are not handed out for skee-ball high scores or being able to trounce everyone at the local arcade at Mortal Kombat (those are still valid expressions of your manly teenage self-worth, yes?). They are just a sort of universal mystery and the best you can hope to do is enjoy their company, try to be worthy of the continuation of the same and enjoy the ride. And every once in a while let them know how much better they make your lives.
So, in the most publicly-private way the internet will allow, and with all the rambling for which you've come to know me, I just want to say thank you to my wife (who's real name is also a secret, but is not Ladytoa.). You make my every day better, and there's no where in the universe I'd rather be than wherever you are.
Except maybe Cybertron. Transformers are pretty bitching, after all.
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