I’m a Cougar and Kevin’s a Wiener (Metaphorically of Course)
THIS?
This is Kevin. The hope, the ambition, the joy, the wonder, the goals and dreams of the future.
Dogs have hopes and dreams too, okay? Roll with it.
(Not that I’m calling him a dog. Or a wiener. Well, yes to the last one but only when he steals my pillow in the morning and when he drinks the last Mountain Dew in the fridge).
(And when he bites his nails).
(QUIT BITING YOUR NAILS!).
On the flip side, this is me.
Ornery. Lazy. Content. Protective of my space. And yes, technically a cougar – because I’m six months older than him.
So we are, metaphorically speaking – the dog and cat. Learning to live in the same space, adjusting to each others habits and hoping to exist in the same space with the least amount of conflict possible.
Which, I’ll admit. It’s a bit more challenging than I thought it would be, this whole, “coexist and get-along” thing. Probably because I got a little too much sass in me. Probably because I’m stubborn. Probably because of a lot of things – men are from Mars, women are from Venus, why can’t he understand that I hate computers after five PM? Why can’t she just learn to try new foods? When will he put his dirty clothes in the hamper? When will she actually wash the laundry?
When the real problem is just that we think differently. He’s always looking ahead, I’m either looking behind (hi, past!) or in the moment. So we butt heads sometimes. Who doesn’t?
I tell you these things because well, I’m married. And you told me to blog. So I’m here, telling you about our lives, comparing us to animals. (This is the content I give you after two weeks of absence? For shame.)
My point is there really isn’t a point to this post, other than men are strange creatures, and they probably think the same thing about us felines females.
I hear ya girl! Though I think strange may be a bit of an understatement.
The fact that Rich and I survived our first year of marriage is a modern day miracle. Sheer stubbornness got us through.
I love your metaphor!
it’s oh so true, and definitely blog worthy.
And seriously boys… why don’t you pitch in instead of watch me clean/fold laundry/do dishes while you are trying to talk to me. I’d be done much quicker so I could listen more intently if you just helped me! Win-win, right? At least you would think.
ha.
I miss you.
Oh that first year of marriage is hard. I hated it to be honest.
I was not in wedded bliss, it was more hellish.
Now I just am use to his quirks and he is use to mine…not that we like the quirks…
hey! I love all your posts! oh my goodness, here’s me the cat hater gooing over your cat pictures. although i ought to say that it was sure something different trying to visualize you as the cat tanning on your balcony….
on the other note. boys are just plain weird. you know, they do say that the first year of marriage is the hardest and you’re 3/4 there.
I cannot believe I am saying this, but your cat… is actually… cute. I love its sass and how cute its little face is. (Notice I am saying IT because I’m still not sure, after the many diagnosis if I believe the real gender. Just sayin’.)
Basically, you are a mighty awesome cougar, and Kevin is a weiner. I hate the word weiner. HATE. Ugh… gross.
I can’t remember what else I was going to say, so we will just stick with what we’ve got here. hahaha Oh geez.
I was with Ryan for three and a half years before we got married…long enough for the habits I initially thought were cute, were seriously ANNOYING but I’d decided I was happy to live with those for the rest of my life if I could be with him.
And now, for Heather’s secret for a happy marriage: have one toilet each! For serious, boys are gross and smelly and do annoying things like leaving seats up!
And I think ‘put washing in laundry’ is missing from male DNA. Along with ‘put shoes on shoe rack’ and ‘help wife with laundry’. However mine did come with a ‘can bake fantastic puddings and cakes’ optional extra so I cant complain too much!
I find myself curious, how do you divide the chores given that you both work? In my house, Ryan dries dishes on weekends and mows the lawn. The rest is my job but I informed him that he’ll be getting his sweeping/mopping groove on the moment I start full time work lol.
I love this. It is so true. & I love the “When will he put his dirty clothes in the hamper?” paart. Vito puts them RIGHT BESIDE THE HAMPER. Literally on the floor beside it. It’s a fight I’m determined to win!
I, too, am a cougar. 10 months older. Yay for us!
Love you!