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If you’ve been following this blog for awhile, you may feel you know a thing, or two, about me. And that may be. You know that:

I’m generally introverted, yet despite this:

I’ve gotten very personal on this blog, divulging a number of my failings.

Some of you have called me “brave” for doing so. I don’t feel particularly brave, but I do feel very blessed to have such an awesome group of readers. I appreciate each and every one of you.

As much as I’ve shared here, you don’t know the half of it–because you haven’t heard from my other half. As they say, behind every good man is a great woman. While I make no claims to “goodness,” God has blessed me with a great wife.

Without her, I couldn’t do what I do here, and elsewhere.

As such, I feel like it’s time that you all got to know Lisa a little better.


Thus it’s time to take that next logical, albeit, scary step, and open the floor to my lovely wife. Although she usually reads my blog, and I have her preview some posts, she has by-and-large not been active here.

I’d like to change that by giving you a forum to ask her any questions you wish.

If there’s anything you ever wanted to know, like:

How does she feel about some of my posts?

20120518-120453.jpg What’s it like being married to me?

What’s the square root of 144? (Never mind–that’s just gross).

Or if you just want her to dish the dirt, ask away.

I’m opening the floor to you.

Expect her answers in about a week (or so).


20120503-203409.jpgI feel like things have been kinda heavy, a little ponderous, around here lately. As such, I think it’s time for a nice little slice o’ life pie.


So, the other day my wife went grocery shopping. I’m glad for that, because it’s among my least favorite things to do. I mean it’s not “doing your taxes” bad, but’s not fun either. I mean if we hit the store, I’m in the cafe area writing. And maybe sipping a beer (yes, this grocery has a beer garden. Cool, right?).

Besides when I shop, I usually forget what I’m there after, and get things we don’t need (chocolate is essential, right?) <--In over twenty-one years of marriage this strategy has yet to work. She still sends me (from time to time).So I keep coming home with the good stuff.

Anyway, on the day I alluded to above, she’d done the shopping, and brought the goods home.

Picture the scene:

Grocery bags are in the backseat of my Scion xB (we switched that week due to car problems), so she’s bent over, reaching in to get what she can carry before making another trip. She straightens up, turns around, and is surprised to see a man (who isn’t me) standing behind her.

She screams. He screams, and jumps about six feet off the ground. He runs away.

Only later does she realize it was our new neighbor. Because we haven’t gotten to know him yet, I’ll call him “Ivan.” I say that because we have overheard him speaking in some kind of Slavic tongue.

So Ivan it is.

In relating the details to me, my wife can’t quite put her finger on what Ivan’s intentions were. Because he never spoke to her! That’s right: he stealthily encroached inside her comfort zone without so much as a “By your leave.”

So we still don’t know: did he want to help her with the groceries, or was he checking her out? Because I’ve heard that, even in Soviet Russia, one announces one’s presence when approaching someone unawares.

Or as Yoda would say: “The creeper is strong with this one.”

What do you say? Have you ever had anything like this happen to you? As John Quinoñes asks: “What would you do?”


After twenty one years of marriage, my wife still amazes me. There are things that she clues into that I’m oblivious to. Such as when, recently, our daughter was ill, and I said:

“There’s no way her temperature is that high. There’s something wrong with this thermometer.”

Yes, I know, I’m brilliant like that. 😉
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