Hubby and I have been married a while now (27 years and counting), so we’ve seen a lot of Valentine’s Days come and go. For us, the occasion is usually marked by wine, chocolate, and me not cooking. Winning!
It’s also a great occasion to reflect on relationships. With that in mind, I’m re-posting a piece that Paul and I co-wrote 5 years ago when, in honor of Valentine’s Day, we commented upon one another’s “eccentricities.” (My updates/new commentary in RED). Enjoy!
“Foible” is defined as “a minor weakness or eccentricity in one’s character.” Sometimes foibles can be the death of relationships; however, in other instances, they are what lend interest and individuality.
To celebrate foibles “up close” in all their quirky glory, we’re approaching today’s blog post a little differently: hubby and I are going to discuss each other’s foibles. Yep, I’m going to point out his “eccentricities” and he’s going to point out mine! Let’s hope we make it to Valentine’s Day next year, LOL.
But I get to go first (hey, it’s my blog).
My description of Paul:
Paul enjoys what he himself terms “geeky” pursuits. He loves boardgaming and math – whether it’s Age of Renaissance or Fractals, he shows equal enthusiasm. He has me playing a lot of these boardgames now, too, and he designed one of his own that was published last year by BlueSquare Games – squee! – called Trains, Planes, and Automobiles. It’s a cool game, although I know I’m biased. By the way, fractals look nice, but I’ll never get it.
He’s a former Naval Academy grad and submariner who now works in the computer software/project management field (and that’s all I can tell you without having the free world fall to pieces and being required to shoot myself or something), has played classical piano since elementary school (never mind how long ago that was), and is a fab father to our three boys, who also like to tease dad about his little eccentricities.
On to…Paul’s foibles:
Here are a few that stem from his Yankee frugality:
- He saves everything, especially boxes. We have a gazillion cardboard shipping boxes, of all different shapes and sizes. It’s sort of an archaeological dig of nearly everything we’ve ever ordered or been gifted with in the past decade. Amazon seems to be our biggest supplier. I’ve nested them as best I can so they don’t take up too much space. Now it’s a long row of big boxes at the top of the laundry room rafters, with “MORE BOXES INSIDE” scrawled across the fronts in sharpie.
- He puts scrap paper back in the printer tray. The rest of us keep forgetting he does this, and when we click “print” and pull out the sheet – arghh!! Dad put scrap paper in the printer again! It’s like a little ambush, every time. Bwahaha. One of these days, I’m going to remember to swap out the paper.
- He disassembles and saves wooden planks/parts from broken Ikea furniture. It starts to build up after a while (although I’ll admit, it came in handy a couple of times). Spiders and stinkbugs seem to like hanging out there, so whenever we need wood for a project, he has to go get it.
And then there are the times when we’re in the car, and he’s the one driving: he waits until what feels like the last blessed moment to get into the turn lane. Meanwhile, I’m dying to say something, like “Um, the turn’s coming up, honey, are you going to change lanes now?” My knuckles turn white, clenching the arm rest, willing myself to stay quiet, but all the while, thinking: “we’re going to miss the turn, we’re not going to make it, no one will let us in the lane….” I have to admit, it gives each trip a little zing! of uncertainty.
If he’s feeling particularly generous that day, he’ll give me a little look, and change lanes early. Happy Birthday, dear. (Maybe he’ll take pity on me this Valentine’s Day).
Speaking of driving, the kids crack up when Paul is backing up the car; he turns his head toward the rear window (where they can see him at ground zero), and makes his “pirate back-up face.” It’s totally unconscious, but he bares his teeth and scrunches his cheeks in a sort of “Arrr” pirate grimace. (He got new glasses since then, and doesn’t need to scrunch his face anymore. I miss pirate back-up face….)
The boys also like to tease dad about the following:
- the way he eats corn on the cob (indescribable)
- laughing (big, belly-laughing guffaws. No one hearing him can keep from laughing, too)
- His pet phrase of exasperation: “Oh, for crying out loud.” I seem to be picking up that one nowadays, LOL. (Yes, it is definitely now part of my vocabulary. You can’t swing a cat without hitting a “for crying out loud.”)
So that is my dear-heart, frugal, laugh-out-loud man, whom I love with all my being. I wouldn’t trade a single foible. And it would be really easy to tell if aliens ever kidnap him and switch him out for a pod growing in the basement.
…Your turn, honey!
Hello, this is Paul, husband of K.B. Owen. I should start by making absolutely clear that I love my wife with all my heart, and nothing she can do will sway me from my eternal devotion to her, heart and soul. (K: Isn’t he just the cutest thing?)
That said, I understand that I am free to share with the Internet World a few observations that I have made regarding the customary behavior of my Beloved that some might consider … idiosyncratic. Only a few things come to mind.
First, my darling Sweetheart has a propensity for always finding a better way to arrange and store things that we as a family all need to be able to find every day. The best example is the kitchen. Whenever I go to look for, say, a coffee cup, I go to the cupboard where I remember that we said we would put them … “oh, wait, that was where they were last fall. I remember now, she moved them over here by the refrigerator. … No, wait, that was around Christmas time. I think they’re … Kathy, where are the coffee cups now?” I kid you not, this happens several times a week. “Don’t you remember, Paul? I told you two weeks ago that I moved the coffee cups over by the microwave.” “Oh, yes, you moved them [with a certain pained emphasis to imply, ‘for no earthly reason that I can imagine’]. Of course you told me. Of course I remember.” The problem is that’s not the first thing I remember when I think of where to look for a coffee cup. Truth is, it’s about the eighth candidate on the list of possible places the coffee cups could be today. (K: Hmm…I haven’t rearranged anything in a while. That gives me an idea….)
Second, the delight of my heart bakes Christmas cookies, dozens upon dozens, in a major evolution that spans weeks and dominates the kitchen and dining room and fills the house with the irresistable aroma of baking, only to forbid upon penalty of death and severed fingers that anybody should so much as touch one of them. “They’re for the neighbors/friends / homeless people / strangers in the bayou. You can’t touch them. Here, have this one; it’s burnt/broken/ otherwise defective and therefore unpresentable outside the family whom I don’t have to impress.” So we all, our three sons and myself, swoon over the odors of Christmas cookies, drool over the sight of them on their cooling racks, and console ourselves with the notion that at some point on Christmas day, after all the neighbors, friends, and vagrants have been satisfied, we’ll have our crack at whatever small fraction of the baked manifestation of our wife and mother’s love remains in the house in the form of leftover Christmas cookies.
(K: I now bake “decoy” cookies to keep the hungry horde away from the more time-intensive Christmas cookies…hey, I’m not without a heart….)
Third, I have learned never to maintain hope that our home will be rodent-free. For as long as I can remember, our house has had some kind of terrarium or cage (or two or three), and within them some form of cute, fuzzy hamster, gerbil, Guinea pig, or even rabbit running on its wheel or in its ball or around its cage. Over the years, I found that no sooner would I have buried some poor beastie (K: after it has languished in a paper bag in the freezer for a few months) in the woods behind our house than the next day I would come home from work greeted by my darling wife’s latest find at the pet store, some new little creature twitching its whiskers at me as if to say, “Aren’t I cute? Don’t you just love me? Won’t you feed me for the rest of my fuzzy little captive life?” Oh, for crying out loud. (No more rodents…we now have a cat. Hubby pretends he grudgingly accepts her. Yeah, right–he’s not fooling anyone. *wink*)
So, there you have it – wife and hubby, dishing on each other’s “foibles.”
What foibles do you live with on behalf of your beloved? We’d love to hear from you! Come on, give us the good stuff!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Kathy and Paul
Paul tweets at @paulowengames
(Here’s a pic of us celebrating our 26th anniversary in Bermuda!)
15 thoughts on “My funny Valentine”
Love this post!!
You guys understand the meaning of true love and
Thanks so much, Terry! It keeps things interesting….
Oh for crying out loud, you guys are adorable. I love the Christmas cookie story. Paul you have a career in writing ahead of you.
My hubby has many, many foibles and fortunately he won’t read this post so I can tell you all about them. One of the ones that drives me absolutely crazy – well two – he never completely finishes a job. He cleans out the dishwasher but doesn’t put everything away. There’s always at least one or two things sitting on the counter, usually directly over the drawer where they belong, or below the cupboard where they live (unlike Kathy, I do not move things around – I’d never remember where anything was). Same thing with tools when he finishes a project – there’s always at least one tool left on the counter, deck, desk, porch railing. Gggrrrrr. Put it away. Finish the job.
Second, he rarely closes doors or drawers completely. Every dresser drawer, cabinet drawer, closet door is always slightly open. I have knocked my shins, ankles, hips against the corners of drawers on more occasions that I care to remember. I’m forever closing doors and drawers. Every. Single. Day. What’s up with that? Lazy I guess.
Anyway, that’s it for now. I’m glad you guys can laugh at each other’s weirdness and still stay happily married. Sometimes it’s those little things that are the proverbial straws that break the camel’s backs.
Happy Valentine’s day you two crazy kids.
w/a Jansen Schmidt
He’s pretty good with the written word, Patricia, LOL. Sounds like your hubby just wants to make sure you know he’s around! Gotta laugh, am I right?
What a lovely, lovely ‘photo! And what a great post! I’m very happy for you two, and wish you a happy Valentine’s Day!
Thanks, Margot! We had such a great time in Bermuda. We wish you a happy V day, too!
My hubs does the leaving-the-drawers-open thing too, Patricia, but mostly in the bedroom (okay nobody make anything out of that). Every morning, I’m opening the blinds with one hand and shoving his dresser drawers closed with the other.
Happy Valentine’s Day!!
LOL, Kass, you anticipated me…at least the drawer-open thing is mostly out of view. Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too!
Isn’t it annoying?
It is, Patricia, especially when you catch your clothes on the drawer handles! But yes, Kathy, that’s mostly out of view, unlike the papers he leaves strewn all over the house. But I have him trained now to keep them in certain places in each room (our slob zones).
My mother once told me to marry a man I can’t live without, good advice since we have to live WITH so much in order to be with the one we can’t live without! 🙂
I love Paul. I love YOU too, of course, but I’ve known you a long time-
before Paul and WITH Paul, and I think this “WITHness” brings out your best qualities as individuals and as a couple, and as parents. ?
Aww, you are the best! Thanks for stopping by, Celeste! Love you, too. <3
What sweet stories about each other! We’re very relaxed around our house as we’re retired. Well, as retired as you can be with 7 grandchildren nearby that may need watching at any given time.
I not only say, “for cryin’ out loud!” but also been known to teach all the grandchildren to say “holy cow!” My husband decided (with the advent of little ears) to start saying “jeepers!” I expect I will adopt it while driving… Ah, let’s not get started on driving foibles. Jeepers! ?
You all have a very wonderful Valentine’s Day ~ ?
I love this SO much, Katey! And holy cow, what a wonderful picture of you two! Thanks so much for sharing your foibles with us. Enjoy your Valentine’s Day!
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