I don’t remember what causes most of the arguments I have, so I’ll go with one of the few I do remember. It was while I was pregnant with Coraline. Rich thought it would be a good idea to share with me some artwork he was working on of his ex-girlfriend, as well as the (sweet, he alleged) story behind it. I argued that maybe that wasn’t what his pregnant wife cared to see. He didn’t get it. It took him a few days to come around and agree that maybe it wasn’t the best idea in the world to show his pregnant wife artwork featuring his ex-girlfriend. And yes, he did apologize. Also, no I never bothered to ask to see that artwork.
This is, I think, a stupid prompt. Unless you have the world’s worst parents, they deserve at least some respect. I say this from the point of view of someone who is now a parent: I (along with the spouse) do what I think is in Coraline’s best interests and hope she doesn’t end up screwed up down the road because of those decisions. Knock on wood, so far, so good. At least she respects me right now. As much as a 5 1/2-year-old can, anyway.
Ah, this list could go on forever. I already wrote about the horrific political climate. In addition to that, there are plenty of other real-world things that scare me: terrorism, health epidemics, the possibility of economic and social collapse, my recurring nightmare of being in a car accident, home invasions, being terrified of dying young and leaving Coraline without a mom, family and friends dying. Real, legitimate fears.
There also completely unrealistic things that scare me. Which is largely where my love of horror movies bites me in the ass. Despite knowing better, I usually end up watching scary movies when Rich is out of town. Which then makes me paranoid and reminds me of other scary movies, all of which basically are about the worst possible kind of home invasion: The Purge, You’re Next, The Strangers. I won’t get into how horror movies have also made me worry about camping and trick-or-treating.
Finally, there are these fuckers:
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Day 16: 3 things you are proud about your personality
Loyalty: I’m pretty damn loyal, but cross or hurt someone I love, you’re dead to me. Gotta earn that loyalty, and it is not gained by treating others like crap.
Honesty: Granted, I can be brutally honest at times, which has resulted in certain people being afraid to tell me pretty much anything of substance. Which is fine, but remember: just because I’m being honest doesn’t mean I’m being judgmental. I’m not going to coddle you and tell you what you want to hear to humor you. I’ll try to help you figure out whatever it is that needs figuring out by being honest.
Weirdness: I’m delightfully offbeat. Remember that as you read this blog, since, like my talent for sarcasm, it doesn’t always translate well to the written word.
I’m going to go with something I do that never fails to gross out the spouse: I snack on Pringles with ketchup. Which I LOVE. And the very idea of which makes Rich want to barf, which I don’t understand — to me it’s the same principle as fries with ketchup. He vehemently disagrees with me on that point. No matter what he thinks, though, this is still one of my all-time favorite snacks.
Most of my and Rich’s dates consist of dinner and a movie. Assuming money wasn’t an issue, I guess a dream date would be somewhere far away from everyone and everything, and where we didn’t have a set agenda and could take our time deciding what to do. I’d also love to do something we’ve never done before: a hot-air-balloon ride, renting a boat for a weekend, visiting a new-to-us country (Spain, anyone?). Needless to say, this date would also involve Coraline overnighting at my parents’ house.
Since those kinds of dates are literally just dreams, I will continue to enjoy and appreciate the rare dates we enjoy these days, which are often dictated by a big Marvel movie release. That’s right — our next date night might very well be the day Captain America: Civil War comes out.
Day 11: Your current relationship; if single, discuss how single life is
I’m an old married lady. You already know that. Next month we will celebrate our 16th wedding anniversary.
I’m glad I’m not single, though. The downsides as I imagine them: working up enough interest to want to date, finding men I might be interested in, finding time to date, all while still spending as much time with Coraline as I could. I’d also worry too much about introducing a new man into Coraline’s life, and I don’t even like the idea of Rich introducing a new woman into Coraline’s life. So it’s good that we’re married and that’s a non-issue.
If I were single, though, you just know that I’d be looking for the tallest single man I could find.