When we hang out with people, Ronnie sometimes gives me a hard time. Someone will ask him something and he will look at me and say something like, "I may be wearing pants, but she has my balls!". So I look at him and say, "Your damn right I do". It is just kinda the way we work. Then I look at other people and they are like REALLY like that. The guy has to ask the girl if he can sneeze or the other way around. What is up with that.
We have our limits. If he says something needs to be done that is manly like change the oil in the Dodge, then I do it. If he wants a 4 hundred dollar hitch....he as to talk me into it, but I do it (OKAY, I got him the damn thing, but we have a really nice couch! Love ya Shelly). If he wants to go to a strip club to look at nasty rotten whoo whoo with a group of friends then he asks with a scared look on his face. I don't do nasty whoo whoo so if it is a group of couples or whatever and we don't have anything going on and I really don't care, then I tell him I don't care. When I first got here, this situation happened. We were on base at a comedy show (kinda) and a few guys were there from work. One of the wives came by to pick them up and the guys wanted to go to the strip club. Ronnie asked if we could go. I was still adjusting to the time change (and I don't do nasty whoo whoo) so I told him, "I would rather you not, but if you want to, go ahead just don't be too late". One of the guys said something like, "You better go home because that is woman for 'Hell no you can't go the the f-ing strip club".
I guess what I am trying to say in a round about way (and I have NO idea how this all came from 'Sweaty balls') is that I am lucky. I love the butt head. He is my cutie and even though we don't see eye to eye (partly because I am like 9 inches shorter) I think we have it good. Not that anyone reads my blog, but if he does one day I want him to know that I love him even when he buys a $400 TV and tries to hide it (why would you try.....that is like a kid trying to hide a puppy....mommy always finds out.), is drooling on himself drunk or trying to warm a cheese burger on the central AC/heater vent! AND if I ever do any of these things, I hope he still loves me too!
4 comments:
I'm Karyn's brother, Dan. I read your blog. :D
It seems like you have a pretty open relationship and I envy that.
I am sorry you are stuck reading this pathetic blog, but Karyn started it! I read the one she has and thought it was cool and wanted to try it..I am not very good at it!
I find reading about people's lives entertaining, even if I don't know who they are. Its kinda like snooping, but you are publishing for the world to see. I guess its like reading someones diary. Keep it up, I'm sure more people read it than you think.
OMG you two are hilarious and BELIEVE me, I have to deal with the same shit, I had to buy Tommy a lift for his Jeep cause I was embarrassed to be seen in something that Barbie would drive (the windshield wipers are like3 inches long). I miss you two, can't you come to VA with us? Holly
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