Howling Wolf on Tree Stump

I know what you’re thinking – I’m redundant, all these mushy posts about my Alpha Hubby.  I can’t help it.  He is my soul mate.  He is under the house right now working and he HATES small, tight places like under the house.  Yet he does what needs to be done because it needs to be done.  He does not procrastinate.  But knowing he’s under there when he hates it?  Makes my heart melt for him.

I love my Alpha Hubby.  I do.  It is beyond crazy how much I love this man.  God gave him to me on my birthday and that means he can’t get away.  He’s bona-fied!! (Name that movie.) He’ll have to take it up with God if things get too nutso for him with me. 

Yes, that is what his life is like – always on his knees asking for help because he married me.  Our life is like “The Hippie and The Cowboy“.  When we met, I was far more laid back than he was.  He was not laid back.  At all.  He was a hardnosed workalcoholic force of nature …umm let me see.  He was a VERY serious man, 

I read, a LOT!  He doesn’t. He can watch the same movie every weekend; I like variety.  I love fonk, R&B, jazz, and soul music.  He can’t stand it.  He is more of a country music fan   The only thing I knew then about country music was what I’d heard for a couple of years on a jukebox in a restuarant I worked at in the early 80’s.  We both agreed on oldies, though.  That helps.  You can do a lot of slow dancing in the kitchen to oldies! 

And he has relaxed a LOT since we first met.  I can’t say I’ve gotten more serious, though.  Then again, the only thing I promised him when we got married was that he would have fun and laugh.  I have kept my end of the bargain.

I know there are times I drive him up the wall -like, for instance, the open cabinet doors.  I thought he was exaggerating but pictures don’t lie, especially before 8:00 in the morning!

He’s a pretty darn patient guy – perfect for me in so many ways.  Like he told me the other day, no one else was gifted to be my husband like he was.  Yeah, I agree – he’s the first guy I met that I couldn’t wrap around my little finger – and didn’t want to.  Isn’t it funny how we do that – then when we CAN wrap someone, we don’t respect or like them anymore?  Or am I the only shallow person here?

 He’s a MAN with a capital M.  He’s got the best (and worst) of the Alpha Man traits.  And that is exactly what I needed – although sometimes, it tends to tick me off, anger me to no end test my own patience.  I trust him with my life.  He will never drop me.  He protects my heart in ways I never knew were possible. 

I am a very strong woman.  I took care of myself for a long time and didn’t need no stankin’ man anyone to take care of me.  Like he said, he liked me because while his personality is such that he might attempt to dominate me, he can’t.  I fight back.  Unfairly, hoho.   Very, very unfairly.  He is afraid of me. I think that’s why I get flowers… among other things.  *Ahem* I was talking about support and love. What? What did you think I meant? OK yeah, you caught me – passion. Even better, romance.

He is pretty neat while I’m… not. Our couch is living proof – his side is neat, clean with no indication of who sits there. My side has pillows, blankies, a foot rest, face lotion on the side table; in short everything I need to nest there for awhile.

When we eat popcorn, I tend to spill a few pieces on the carpet. He constantly points out the popcorn when he sees it, picks it up and puts the pieces in the trash can. He doesn’t give me time to do it at the end of the evening when I’m getting ready to leave the living room. But don’t get the wrong idea – he picks it up because he loves me, not because he’s mean. It’s a thing we do. Like those open cabinet doors – that I now notice but sometimes leave open because it drives him crazy. Did I say that??

But I have my ways of getting even. I noticed two little tiny pieces of popcorn on the carpet on his side the other day. He hadn’t seen them. I noticed I had about 8 tiny pieces on my side so I picked them all up and put them on his side. Yes!! I felt vindicated. I mean, it wasn’t like he didn’t have some on his side already that he’d missed while nit-picking about the ones on my side! Sure they were hard to see (until I got finished putting mine there). He was very confused. Didn’t know how he’d missed them.

I think the dominate gene comes naturally for an Alpha Man.  They don’t even know they are doing it, they just do.  Sometimes with wonderful results (sex) and sometimes I want to pinch his head off sit him down and explain the concept of… of… oh shoot, I forgot he reads this blog. 

Let me see how I can delicately put this.  Sometimes Alpha Men need to realize that the female of the species can contribute relevant information to the pack.  Yeah, that’s it.  I have things to say, bub. Things to be listened to and given respect even if you can’t use the information!  But isn’t it amazing how many times I’m right?? And it’s rarely acknowledged? Hmm? Oh, OK. He is right many times. More so than me. It really gets irritating.

Ya just gotta love an Alpha Man .  At least, I do!  And I do!!


 ** Oh OK, yes I told him about the popcorn.  Later that evening.  Heh heh heh.  Ve haff our vays!!