Why? Why? Why?

Well, he did it.  We are now a 2 blog family.  Paladin has seen fit to start his own blog.  It’s over here, and I can tell you many things I expect to come from this: 

A) More arguments!  Because its so much fun arguing in the privacy of your own home, why not take it worldwide? 

B) His readers get to be inundated with politics the way I am.  Up until now, he’d limited his online activities to his hometown Oregon newspaper.  It’s an active paper with lots of trolls.  I won’t say he’s a troll, of course (shhh…I’m doing the shifty eye thing now).  But, hey, at least now everyone will know he’s literate, well read, and kind of a smart ass (a smug smart ass at that).  We just won’t mention him trying to keep up with me, Ginger and Nova on Yahoo Messenger.

C) If I can persuade him, he’ll probably complain about whatever sci-fi flick is not following its time continuum or something.  Be sure and hold your breath.

What not to expect?

A) Him recounting the half a dozen hilarious lines that pop out of his mouth weekly.  He will probably stick to those 5 puns he pulls out to amuse me with.  Fortunately, I have practice with this.  Every old man I’ve ever known had a joke they told every single time they saw me.  I laughed harder every time.  Just not for the reasons they thought I was laughing. 

Don’t get me wrong.  Paladin can be funny.  Our last argument I laughed so hard I almost couldn’t catch my breath to tell Will & Dave what he’d said.  I gave him some clippers and asked him to cut down a privet that was blocking the peach tree, and a couple of minutes later I looked up and he was hacking away at the Japanese Magnolia.  I almost had a heart attack.  In that oh-so-man way of his, he said to me, “What?  It looked scraggly.”  It looked scraggly because Dave tried to cut it down first and it was starting to recover.  He had a fit and I had a fit.  A few minutes later I went and sat on the sofa and he insisted we slip off and talk it over (Dave & Will were there putting in the new laminate flooring in the living room…that was the major reason he flipped because he felt they wouldn’t respect him if I yelled at him…understandable but it won’t keep me from yelling when you’re cutting down $100 trees that are about to bloom a week before the wedding).  So we went in our room to talk.  It’s useless really.  I don’t give any ground.  He doesn’t give any ground.  We end up just nodding and calling a momentary truce.  At the end, we stand up to leave and he pulls me close and kisses me.  Then he says, “I don’t want to fight with you.”  Then almost as an after-thought, “But I ain’t gonna let ya win.”  That struck me as hilarious at the time.  He was just so darned sincere.  I don’t wanna fight wicha but I ain’t gonna letcha win.

B) Don’t expect him to be as frantic about the little things online as he is in day-to-day life.  I came home from the hospital a little while ago.  Some people come home to, “How was traffic?” or “How’s Mom?”  I came home to a guy peeking through the wooden spindles between the living and dining rooms while he held high a half-used roll of toilet paper saying to me, “Unless there’s some hid, I think this is the last of the sh*tter paper!”  We’re less than 5 minutes from a store.  This ain’t no tragedy and certainly not worthy of the panic he instilled in that sentence.  Then again, he did just head for the bathroom.  So, maybe it was worthy of that kind of terror.

TWO blogs.  I give it a month.  Then we’ll see who gets ya’ll in the blog-vorce.  *sigh*  But, hey, other people enjoy watching us bicker so maybe you will too. 

 

P.S.-  I forgot to mention Mom.  She is going home today.  They did a scope of her stomach yesterday (almost a WEEK after she came in) and surpise!  They didn’t find anything.  So, they’re just saying to eat smaller meals and drink lots of water to keep her kidneys moving.  She’s come back up to almost 30% kidney function but they’ll be doing vein splicing soon to get her ready for dialysis.

Karen, I did sort of make the dress.  I know it’s tacky but I used part of my first wedding dress to make this one.  I cringe every time I think of it, but the intricately beaded sleeves from my first dress were too beautiful not to use.  I bought the corset bodice and made the rest my self.  It’s very “altered couture”.  But I like the way it came out.  As for the chainmail, you’ll have to ask Paladin.  I think he just wanted to dress up like the Black Knight!  lol