June 14, 2013

Flashback Friday: The First

(I know, I know it's really Saturday, but I had this cool idea for a "theme day" thingy, and I scheduled this post to fly last night and for some reason, it didn't.  So you're getting it now.  On Saturday.  Suck it up and deal.  I mean "Sorry.  Next time I'll try and get it right, dear readers.")

Well, I have never tried this before, but there's a first time for everything.  I'm not much into theme days, but that's probably because I hardly take the time to post with ANY semblance of regularity, and having a weekly (or even monthly) theme would kinda require that.  But I was looking back over some old posts and kinda thinking about what I might want to write about this weekend and I feel like I don't have anything better to say than I did last year about The Sarge.

So without further ado, my first "theme-y" thing.  A flashback to a year ago:

Confessions of a (Not-so-)Super Wife

I met him at a club where we used to dance.  We'd both gone for several years but had never really run into each other before that night in June.  I had been watching him dance for a while when I decided to approach him at the bar (with what could be one of the corniest things that ever left my mouth:  "I was watching the dance floor and you were absolutely the most interesting thing on it.") <gag> that was painful to write

Soooo, anyway, we talked the rest of that night and I realized by the end of the night that I didn't really like him very much.  It wasn't anything specific, just didn't get any kind of spark or anything.  Of course, after a night full of cheap gin and tonics and 2 am small talk, I'm not sure what I had expected.

About six or seven months later we started "officially" dating.  That was 14 years ago.  Marriage, three (unexpected) kids, a dog, a few states later (and not necessarily in that order) and here we are--wedded, parenting bliss.  Or something like that.

For being a man who never thought he would even have kids, The Sarge is a pretty great dad, and I think we're a good team.  He's the strong arms, straight backbone and discipline, and I'm mostly the squishy parts (in more ways than one).  His military background and my laziness sometimes make for interesting, um, discussions, but I prefer to think of it as one of the many ways we compliment each other.

He is a history buff and can (for example) tour the battlegrounds at Gettysburg and give Moo and Slim a full run down of every battle, which commanders fought which and what direction they were marching across the fields.  I am of more use helping them with their math homework.  (I am actually excited that Moo will have some Algebra next year. Bring it on!)  He is the one to make them sit and do their homework everyday as soon as they walk in the door.  I take them to auditions for plays.  He likes to plan for any and every possible eventuality.  I sometimes forget daily repeated tasks (and have been known to run out of work screaming expletives, realizing that I forgot to leave on time to pick up the kids at school.)  Like I said, we compliment each other.

One thing I never really tell him is that I appreciate our differences.  I think it is virtually impossible to realize such a thing in the middle of any "discussion" over those differences; and like most people, I have a hard time saying I am wrong about a good many things, but sometimes I am. Discipline is necessary, history is educational, planning is smart.

Happy Father's Day to The Sarge.  Today, you can be right.  Tomorrow.....well, that's a new day.....


  1. Wow, we have some stuff in common. My hubs is the active duty, history buff who needs to be on time (5 minutes early). And yes, I'm the squishy parts, lol. A fun read. :)

    1. Thanks for checking me out! I'm certain we're not the only "squishies" out there!

  2. I love that you "picked" him up. I picked up my husband too. I think it's for the best. We women know, we just know. Men lead with their you know whats!

  3. Yes, and he's not what anyone would consider outgoing by any stretch, so there really was no alternative. :/


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