Happy Anniversary to my beloved wife . . .

Today my wife and I celebrate 22 years of marriage. Yes, we’ve had our trials, and hardships, but together we’ve seen each other as partners and friends. We’ve endured through my wife having an emergency appendectomy, endometriosis, Lupron treatments, and numerous nutritional allergies. We’ve also endured through my hospitalization for a stress-induced heart attack, migraines, arthritis, and eventual weight gain that seems non-reversible.

However, I feel that I can’t fully celebrate today without fully disclosing how we got here. You see, my mother knew my wife before I did. When I asked mom about her, mom’s answer was, “Stay away from her. I’ve put too much work into getting her to join the church for you to ruin it.”

My mother and my wife both worked for the same small town community college when I became a piece of the puzzle. I wasn’t even looking for a new girlfriend – my last girlfriend had become my fiance’ just before dumping me for another man after I caught her cheating on me. I was open to making new friends, but had huge guards up against starting new relationships. So, imagine my surprise when she kissed me as I left her home after avoiding one of my mom’s Super Bowl parties.

There is more that I should share about the relationship between my mother and myself. It literally goes all the way back to my first girlfriend. Every relationship that I’ve had with a girl where my mom became acquainted with her ended with my mother deliberately destroying the relationship by any excuse she could manufacture. One girl was from the wrong side of the tracks (never mind that in our own home town my family was also from the wrong side of the tracks). Another girl was the daughter of my mother’s high school rival, and my mother had never learned to bury the hatchet – unless she was literally burying it in someones back. Over the years, I began to suspect that my mom either didn’t consider me worthy of them, or she didn’t want to ever see me happy.

And now we come to the point where I recently tried to repair my broken relationship with mom. In only the second phone conversation I had with her, mom asked me if my wife and I were still together. Please remember – my mother spent about 30 years as the wife of a minister of a Christian church, after getting the divorce from my dad that she so desperately wanted. Most Christians would applaud a long, stable, happy relationship. But, in only our second phone conversation, my mom asked me if my wife and I were still together. When I told her we were, her reply was, “Oh, that’s too bad.” I knew right away that this spelled the doom of our reconciliation, but I gave it another two months just to be sure.

When I told my wife about that conversation, my wife’s reply was, “That BITCH!” My wife knows everything about the history between me and my mother, particularly since she met me.

As much as I love my wife, and wouldn’t trade our relationship for anything, I feel that I owe all of my former girlfriends an apology. None of them deserved to be treated the way that my mother treated them. Each and every one of them still holds a special place in my heart.

Happy Valentine’s Day. . .

And a Happy Anniversary to my wife – we’ve been together for 23 years now!

I also owe an apology to the Biden Administration for my post about our taxes. My wife spent a good chunk of her free time this weekend going back over all of our tax paperwork, and found a small item that was listed wrong in the paperwork. It made a huge difference in our return – and it was the tax prep person who classed it wrong. We just got back from filing an amended return – and between Federal and State we’re getting a bit over $1200 BACK. Much more like normal.

Saturday Posts . . .

I have some updates to share, too. First, since I’m now more than halfway through the year in which I hoped to regain control of my abdominal muscles, I ‘m now forced to admit a partial defeat. I didn’t realize until after I stated my goal just exactly how badly my abs had lost their tone. Even now, 8 months later, I still can’t do a full set of 10 sit-ups. This does not mean I’m quitting, or resigned to look terrible forever. It just means that I’m now realizing that this will be a process that takes more than a year to resolve.

Second, I need to talk about our home improvements. Every year we try to use our tax refunds to do something to fix a problem in our home. One problem that has been on our minds for the 11 years we’ve lived here is water control in the basement. The sump pump has always managed to prevent any severe water build up, but whenever there is extreme weather outside (rain, thunder storms, etc.) it has to work around the clock for several days to accomplish that job. We’ve known about “French Drains” for a long time, and have been looking for someone to install one here, but none of the contractors we talked to would even come over to give us a quote. This past spring we found out about a company from Omaha, Nebraska, that does something similar to those drains – but it’s installed in the floor of the basement instead of putting it around the outside of the house. The company’s name is Thrasher. We called them for a quote, and got it very quickly. Then, thanks to Presidents Trump and Biden (financial stimulus checks), we were able to put together the funds to get the system installed THIS YEAR!. It’s done, and the big take-away is that since the installation, our basement floor has been completely dry!

Finally – last Monday (July 26th) was the 21st Anniversary of my wife and I getting married. Thanks for putting up with me all of these years, honey!

Valentines Day . . .

Happy Valentines Day everyone.  This is the day when, each year, I pause to reflect on the amazing fact that my wife still wants to keep me around.  Why today?  Because we began dating on Valentines Day in 1999.  So, any babies born as we started our relationship are now old enough to buy liquor in any bar in the US, as far as I know.

Well, to my wife – Happy Valentines Day.  Thanks for keeping me around and putting up with all the trouble that has caused you.

10 Years for US . . .

but a whole lifetime for him.  I’m talking about our pet cat, Merlin, who joined our family 10 years ago today.  You can find our original announcement here:

https://mr-spock-rocks.com/2007/11/01/hes-here/#comments

Sorry I don’t have any update photos to share, but he still doesn’t pose for cameras.  He does purr a lot, and he still chases shadows.  Now, though, he prefers to chase shadows that we aren’t deliberately making for his amusement.

First Anniversary…

Today I got a notice from WordPress that wished me “happy first anniversary” with WordPress.  Yes, I set up my new blog one year ago.  (I know, I have older posts here, but honestly, I imported them from my 10 year old LiveJournal blog).

So it would seem that this is a good time to take notice of some things.  Like the fact that 150 people have seen what I write and liked it enough that they signed up to follow it.  THANK YOU!

I have been harassed by spam-bots, and told that I should be the next US President.  I’ve had my ideas stolen verbatim without getting credit for them. I’ve been reblogged by a veteran’s advocate and a priest, as well as several other people.  Honestly, thank you for all of that, because it means my ideas are getting out there and having an impact – the very purpose of this blog.  THANK YOU!

I am humbled that you all care so much to respond to my writing like this.  It is a joy to share my world with you all.  Here’s to looking forward to the next year!  CHEERS!