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It’s Official: My Hubby is a Dork.

January 03, 2010 By: gbu2 Category: Bad Behavior, Husbands

 

So, we are driving home the other night from the movies and it is SNOWING outside. Shocking right? Well, you can imagine my pure, unadulturated pleasure and excitement at seeing the STUPID snow… (if you don’t know I am being sarcastic by now, you probably should stop reading).

 

Me: UGH snow.

 

Hubby: I think it is kinda cool driving in it.

 

Me (scoffing): Why?

 

Hubby: Because it kind of looks like Star Wars. You know when you are flying light years through the galaxy in the spaceship and you see all the stars shooting past. Driving through the snow is kind of like that.

 

Me: You are OFFICIALLY a dork.

 

Hubby: Hmph.

 

star-wars

The Listener…

November 10, 2009 By: gbu2 Category: Bad Behavior, Husbands

peeping-tom

 

So, the sisters and I were having a night of bonding last night. We just sat on the bed and chatted it up in Rae’s room, just us girls. You know the usual:

Sar (to me): Your ass looks HUGE in those pants.

Me: Shut up you jerk!

Rae: Ahhhh the love. It’s overwhelming.

Sar(to me): We were talking about you while you were in the bathroom.

Me: So what. I am not jealous.

Sar: You should be. Don’t you feel left out?

Me: No.

 

Then ALL OF THE SUDDEN Sar bolts up from the bed and opens the door wide.

Lo and behold she discovers a RED faced Hubby (hers) standing in the doorway.

 

Sar (SHRIEKING): WERE YOU LISTENING IN ON SISTER TIME?

Sar’s Hubby (RED): No, NO! I….I….I was just looking for Patches.

Sar: UH HUH Likely story.

Me: AWWWW poor Sar’s Hubby….just wanted to be one of the girls ;)

The BackWoods and the Death of Imagination….

September 25, 2009 By: gbu2 Category: Husbands

Phone Conversation with Hubby

Background: Hubby is living in the land of far, far away where things are a little bit more country than I’d like….

 

Me: So, how’d work go?

Hubby: Oh it was fine, we had a show going on tonight and we had a special guest in the audience.

Me: Oh yea? Who?

Hubby: Oh, a Moutaineer lady. She was wearing her fringe pants and a tank top. It was DEAD sexy.

Me: Oh yea? Did you wanna take her home? Maybe you should take her on as your new wifey? She sounds sexy and if she is a “mountain” lady she probably can cook!

 

Here is what I imagined, and I explained this image to Hubby (see how generous I am)

Sexy right? Fringe skirt...

Sexy right? Fringe skirt...

Hubby: Oh, that’s nice and all, but out here girls are mountain women…you know they wear pants for a reason…and they look more like this……..

no words.........

no words.........

 

Me: Wow….thanks for killing my imagination…my image was better…….

To Hell in a Handbasket…

September 07, 2009 By: gbu2 Category: Challenges, Husbands, chores

Did I ever tell you, as a little girl, I fell into a toilet because my BOY cousins had left the seat up, and what did my mother do, as I yelled helplessly with my feet in the air, with my bum almost all the way in the toilet?

 

She LAUGHED. Way to go, Mom….no wonder I have so many issues! It is ALL your fault! :)

yup this was me as a small child

yup this was me as a small child

 

So, this weekend I am away in the land far, far away to visit Hubby. It was while I was here that I realized all of my years of training Hubby (to be a good Hubby) had gone to Hell in a Handbasket…

 

Hubby leaves the seat up!

Hubby leaves the seat up!

 

Me: Hubby! You left the toilet seat up! I could have fallen in! Do I have to retrain you?

Hubby: Well, you were the one that decided NOT to come with me, so I’ve reverted to my old ways.

Me: Do I have to get a new Hubby? Retraining is A LOT of work?

 

So the question remains, can I retrain Hubby in the next 3 days? Guess we shall see.

The Bad Wife Strikes Again…

August 19, 2009 By: gbu2 Category: Husbands, Irrational

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Hubby calls to check in on me after a LONG day, when the bad wife sneaks in and takes over my body…(this happens every once in awhile…it’s not my fault, really!)

 

Hubby: So, what happened today?

Me: Yea…it was a long day! I got a flat tire and Patches was whining the night before and then she tracked mud inside cause they are reseeding the grass outside…and well I guess that was about it. Nothing terribly new or exciting. How was your day?

Hubby: Well, my day was long and my computer…..BLAH BLAH BLAH….are you there?

Me: Silence

Hubby: Are you even listening to me?

Me: Ooops. Yea, sorry I was reading an email….

Hubby: Yea, you got really quiet. I knew you weren’t paying attention.

Me: Yea, I am not good on the phone…you should just email or text me! ;)

Hubby: UGH.

The Traitor…

August 14, 2009 By: gbu2 Category: Husbands, Irrational

football

 

Last night I was talking on the phone with Hubby and I could hear loud noises in the background. Guessing it was probably the tv, I asked what he was watching. He informed me he was watching pre-season football. Now, I am not the hugest football fan ever—I prefer baseball and basketball, but I think I have an average intelligence when it comes to rooting for teams. My method of picking the winning team? I either pick one that is sentimental to me, for instance, one that represents a state I am fond of (if I happen to like that state) and also one that Hubby isn’t rooting for.

 

The latter is actually my specialty. I don’t like rooting for teams that Hubby does, mostly out of principle–you know, I do like to be the devil’s advocate, but sometimes we do overlap on teams we like. However, last night I discovered what a TRAITOR Hubby has become and he has only been gone a little over 2 weeks.

 

Me: So, what are you watching?

Hubby: Oh, the pre-season Steelers/Cardinals game.

Me: Oh, who are you rooting for?

Hubby: Steelers

Me: WHAT?!! You went to college in AZ, and you lived in AZ! How can you root for the Steelers?

Hubby: Well, I’ve always liked the Steelers and now I live near Steeler country.

Me: YOU ARE THE BIGGEST TRAITOR!

Hubby: Why, WHO are you rooting for?

Me: Why, the cardinals of course. I’m LOYAL like that.

Hubby: But, when the Cards played the Steelers in the superbowl, I told you I didn’t care who won.

Me: That’s not true…you said you would root for the Cardinals, since you loved Arizona!

Hubby: Well, I like the Cardinals…yadda yadda (this is where he goes off on a long rant about teams and this is where I stop listening…..)

Me: YOU ARE A TRAITOR, I am not sure I can even talk to you anymore.

Hubby: You’re ridiculous.

Me: TRAITOR.

 

TRAITORS!

TRAITORS!

Dear Hubby Part 1

April 22, 2009 By: gbu2 Category: Husbands, I am a genius

Don’t really miss you yet and I am doing fine.

 Barely any bad behavior…even did the dishes, however Rae and The Hostage keep making more.

I love having the bed to myself….except I am constantly fighting Patches for space.

I am still thinking the whole concept of getting our own separate twin beds would work.

Think about it, this could be cute! How about it?

 

twin-beds

Love,

Wifey

The Husband Whisperer

April 10, 2009 By: gbu2 Category: Husbands, I am a genius

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It’s no secret that I love animals.

To get straight to the point, the order of love goes like this: I love my cat Boston, than Patches, than Hubby than Americus–in that order. It isn’t that I DON’T love Hubby, it is just that my pets don’t talk back and they have a tendency to be manipulated with food and favors more easily than Hubby. With this being said, I have learned a few training tactics that I thought I would share with you readers and anyone else who is interested in learning how to handle the difficult husband*.

(*Note: The word husband can be interchanged to be boyfriend, lover, etc., but in my case it directly refers to Hubby)

Here is my GENIUS idea: Write a book or create a television show much like the Dog Whisperer, only I will call it The Husband Whisperer. (Aren’t you glad I got my MBA? I am so amazing with ideas, but the money part, totally lacking…)

Here goes:

Training Tactic 1:

If a situation occurs where the Hubby asks you where his keys or any other item is….DO NOT scamper after him trying to find those items for him. If you do, you are being an ENABLER. Instead, do not acknowledge him and do not stop what you are doing. Instead you must remain silent, ignoring this bad behavior. This is an animal trainer tactic: You don’t reward bad behavior.

Training Tactic 2:

Do not use nagging, a typical last resort wife tactic. Why? Because the more you ask your Hubby to put down the toilet seat, the less he will do it. So, instead start noticing when your Hubby surprises you by doing laundry and thank him profusely; Squeal in delight when he makes you dinner—without being asked, and ALWAYS, ALWAYS praise him for remembering to do an assigned chore or task that is specifically a “boy’s job”. This method is called approximation tactics (I really do watch too much Animal Planet). Also known as the reverse psychology method. This tactic allows you to reward small steps toward a whole new behavior.

Training Tactic 3:

Do try and teach the Hubby to stop doing one bad thing, by associating that thing with another more productive, more positive thing. For example, my Hubby has a tendency to use the computer when I do, especially when I am blogging. This is not normally a problem, because we have two computers, however, he will tend to hover over me and ask me to pass him things while I am trying to type out my amazing thoughts. Not cool, right? So, rather than allow him to continue this bad behavior the key is to give him something else to do, so that if he does follow me into the computer room, I have already plotted out an activity for him to accomplish…such as researching an amazing vacation (Hey! A Wifey can dream) for us or having him work on bills. That way he is lured away from bugging me, and occupied with a different project. This is association theory. Eventually, Hubby will learn to associate my time at the computer with his time to be productive.

I know these tactics seem cruel; but trust me they really DO work because I have been testing them out on Hubby. He, much like the pets, desires to be trained. It is an inner desire to WANT to have some structure and discipline, he just doesn’t realize it all the time. Wife trainers, much like animal trainers, need to learn to reward behavior that is good and ignore behavior that is bad. This is a key tactic to master. Just think about it: You can’t teach your dog to roll over and play dead just by whining and stamping your feet at her, right?

So readers, you are tasked with trying this at home, and let me know how it goes after your trial run. I am interested in determining if I am on to something here…..

 

Now, don’t misunderstand me. I love Hubby sometimes, I really do (he did not pay or bribe me to say this)! However, it is my job to mold him into the perfect Hubby. You know, someone who might annoy me less and who will do what I say….thus making it easier for me to love him, just like I do the pets! J

That’s A Boy’s Job…

April 04, 2009 By: gbu2 Category: Husbands, I am a genius

dirty

I was reading my Bloggy twin’s blog and it is just so weird how alike we are. I mean we even use the exact.same.language AND we live in different countries. How weird is that? So check her out, she is pretty cool, kinda like myself! 

Hubby: Do the dishes.

Me: That’s a boy’s job!

Hubby: Take out the trash.

Me: That’s a boy’s job.

Hubby: Clean the bathrooms.

Me: That’s a boy’s job!

Hubby: Come outside and pick the weeds with me.

Me: That’s a boy’s job!

Hubby: FINE, what exactly isn’ t a boy’s job?

Me:  Ummmm hmmmmmm. Yea, I can’t think of anything.

The Dirty Fighter

March 26, 2009 By: gbu2 Category: Husbands, Irrational, Uncategorized

fights

LOUD NOISE of dog throwing up next to me in the computer room.

Me (shouting): NOT IT! HUBBY, NOT IT!

Hubby (angrily): That does NOT count!

Me (sweetly, if that is EVEN possible): Yes it does, I need to get in the shower and get ready for bed. (Remember I get up at 4:30, it doesn’t matter that it is only 8pm)

Hubby: It is still early; you have PLENTY of time to clean up the dog throw up.

Me: WHATEVER, you still owe me from when Americus was sick (thankfully she is better now—though we still don’t know what was wrong with her) because I cleaned up LOADS of vomit and poo.

Hubby(clearly exasperated): Uh huh. Well then fine, I will clean this up, but you have to sift the cat litter.

Me (whiney): Please, Hubby! Can’t you do it? I am heading into the shower right now…

10 minutes later

Hubby (NOW YELLING at his cute wifey): Are you STILL on that computer!? You cannot call not it and not even head to the shower!

Me (now yelling because Hubby is yelling): We are in a fight! I am going to write you a hate blog!

Me: Running to shower