Hubby of Mine

I haven't gushed enough about the man yet.

If you had a husband like him, you'd want to go on and on about how awesome he is all the time! But you can't, because he's mine.

Husband gets all uppity every time I tell him he's in my blog. I keep telling him that it's his own damn fault for being so fun to write about!

I mean, not only is he strange and unusual, but he's the best husband I've ever had.

 (Note: This is our first and only marriage.)

He is a ridiculously supportive guy, constantly pushing me to better myself. More recently, he's been kicking ass and taking names in the struggles with my health and unemployment. He's really stepped up and shouldered my shortcomings this year.

I've made it pretty clear that increasingly I am not a nice person, and physically limited in my usefulness. Regardless of these frustrations, he always rolls with the punches and steps up, encouraging me with hardly ever a complaint and a dose of humor.

Don't get me wrong, the man has his limits, and the amount of bullshit he puts up with seems to directly correlate with the amount of baked goods in the house, or phone calls I fielded that day. He pretty much hates phone calls from anyone but his Nana.

Luckily when good days are happening, or good medications really, we go on miniature blips of adventure and entertain the fuck out of each other.

We had no clue at the time that we were both taking these photos, brought to you by copious amounts of alcohol and a run-in with pirates.

I know no one will ever believe that, but it's true. You've seen some of our other escapades, like when we went to the Fair and a Convention. One day, we didn't touch anything in a local museum.

Another time, when we were moving a vehicle to Houma, we spent a large part of our time heckling cows.

I thought I had more photos of the many, many cows we encountered, but it looks like they have gone missing, including the lone cow in Texas. We almost stopped for her, but she seemed content with her grass.

As you can see, things get strange, but that's why we love each other, the mutual strangeness.

So today, after all these days of thankfulness, I put out my most enthusiastic gratitude towards Husband, who keeps loving and supporting me more each day.

Mushy as fuck.

Fuckin' Free To Be Me

I know that abbreviation makes some people crazy, but guess fucking what? I have the freedom to say it, and you have the freedom to not like it, and the government can't do a fuckin' thing about it!

I also have the freedom to use bad grammar and foul language, like in that run-on sentence/paragraph. All of my teacher-friends cringed together when they read it. In that sense, I do apologize for my technical errors. I was educated better than this!

I won't apologize for the fuckery though, you knew what could happen when you clicked here.

Today, in the after-glow of the glorious food last night, I sit here, watching the news for Black Friday violence.

Oops, wrong "Black Friday"

That whole concept has gotten out of control, and I'm glad to live in a country that empowers me to talk crap about it,  pray for those crazies to whichever deity I choose, and properly arm myself from anyone who thinks my home is having a five-finger special as well.

Vampire and Zombie protection included

I've mentioned before how grateful I am that our Veterans have sacrificed for our country and the freedoms we enjoy.

I can't think of a single country that provides both the freedoms and protections that the U.S. is supposed to. (If there is, I definitely would like to know!) I won't get preachy, but just try, for a minute or two, to imagine what life would be like if even one of your rights was gone.

Anytime I think about it, I have a renewed sense of gratitude. I don't have to edit myself, I can take actions against legislation, I don't have to let anyone in my home without legal cause, I get to defend myself from serious accusations, and basically be myself without government molestation. It's kind of awesome when you consider those little things add up.

Actually, you can judge me all you fucking want. Freedom doesn't mean free from the consequences of my peers, but if you hated me, you wouldn't be here, would you?

I'm glad you freely chose to be here, with me, my awesome-tastic self, in all of our free, fucking glory.

All You Need Is

Obviously in the literal sense, love is not all you need.
I need some freakin' Pecan Pie,
delicious things, and then a nice pie-orgy.

However, not having love (or pie) of any kind really sucks.
 That's why there's so many sad songs out there.

We've all had our hearts broken,
going to the kitchen and seeing an empty pie tin,
thinking the world has become some soulless void.

What we always seem fail to remember is,
there's so much love in the world that isn't partnership,
and we should learn to soak in that too.
Also, it's pretty easy to just bake another pie.

Love isn't just finding that special someone,
love is having anyone that wants to make you truly happy.
Or pie. Pie can be love too.

Love comes from animals made into family members,
who you consider sharing a bite of your pie with.

Love is that friendship in which they tell you things about yourself even you didn't know,
and then you bake pies together.

Love is kindness to a stranger,
like donating a delicious pie to a shelter.

Love is that feel when I finally get my fucking pie.

It's a great and powerful force (both love and pie),
another thing that we can take for granted until it's missing.

So take a few minutes today, and share some love with all the things and people that make you happy, and eat some pie for me. It's Thanksgiving, so that should be pretty easy.

Also, I'm so fucking happy I get to have pie!
I wasn't sure I was clear, so I just wanted to point that out.

My Getaway

Snuggles are great.
That's why I talk about them so much.

As the attention craving superstar I am, I require a lot of affection. I need to be pet, ALL THE TIME.

The best kind of petting is when it's a team effort, but sometimes whether it's because Husband is at work,

or the dogs are muddy from rain, I have to rig up some self-snuggles.

It's definitely not my ideal, but reality is reality, and like I said in this post the other day, I make do in any way I can.

This year, I've upgraded my solo-snuggle system! Not only did I fluff the crap out of my pillows and comforters, but I added in a body pillow and a set of good flannel sheets.

Awwww yiss, snuggle city.

I have an old, firm mattress, but my bed is so well set up, it almost doesn't matter.

I fantasize about this thing.

In addition to that, I have a squishy Ikea sofa chair, handed down to me by my brother-in-law. I fixed the fluff in the cushions, added a small pillow, and a throw. It, too, can snuggle me, especially from the cold.

My bedroom may be a basic 8x10 square, but with all this going on, it feels like an escape; A Luxurious Master Suite.

I've been pretty skillful about putting my corner of the house together, chasing sales to get pieces for pennies or rummaging roadside pickups for free furniture, which makes this even better, since it's guilt free.

It's damn near perfect now, just missing some small artistic touches. You know, some accessories on the walls and maybe an extra rug.

I spend most of my day in here now, leg propped up on the coffee table, still being productive. It's easier to be calm when my butt isn't being flattened by a hard chair.

Whenever I get into a wanting mood, I just take a deep breath and look around my room. I instantly feel content, knowing it used to be a white box that I made into a special place.