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#22 – Beware the Invasion of the Alien Chore Spores!!!!

21 Aug

Today I did something I have never done before in my life without some forethought and planning – I unconsciously took all my tee shirts out of my drawer, refolded each, and carefully stacked them back into the drawer in categories of type.  OMG!! Something has come over me and it’s insidious.  I didn’t even realize I was doing it until it was done and I sat on the bed staring at a perfectly organized clothes drawer!  The only thing I could think of that made me do this was I must be sick, but I felt fine.  I checked my head for a fever and everything seemed cool.  No obvious aches or pains were surfacing from inside my gut.   I hadn’t ruled out a nervous disorder but I didn’t experience any twitches or shakes.  No matter where I checked everything in my physical life seemed fine.

Then I started thinking I was perhaps having a nervous breakdown.   I have to admit this was a hard diagnosis to accept since I have been extremely relaxed over these past few days with life seemingly good on most fronts. But one never knows when dark thoughts and feelings will come creeping in on their own and take over your consciousness with not so much as a ‘bye your leave!’  This possibility started to make some sense to me.  After all I just reached into that drawer for a tee shirt and without any hesitation whatsoever refolded it neatly.  I’ve heard such unconscious actions could even be indicative of a body-snatching entity lurking in your blood stream, taking control of your mind, and making a person do things they would never have done in the past.   I gotta say it seemed to fit the circumstances at first glance.

So I decided if indeed I had become possessed by alien spores, at least they were neat freaks, so how bad could that be?  Until I thought, would a true Butch Wife allow herself to be overwhelmed by some alien, wind surfin’ bacteria blowing up her nose to infect the left side of her brain and incite it to do chores?  Of course not!

But then there’s the physical evidence that something in my Butch Wife mode was out of sync……my tee shirt drawer was perfectly organized and I had done it totally out of the blue.  It wasn’t a planned chore for the day; it wasn’t just straightening the shirts out a bit because it included organizing them by type as well.   Something was definitely odd about my behavior.

I have come to accept the fact that semi-retirement from corporate life can make one susceptible to what I like to call ‘the unconscious chore syndrome.’  It impacts your ability to lounge without a care in the world.  All of a sudden you are washing that dish before putting it in the dishwasher, or you start dusting the table while you are sitting watching TV.  It definitely takes away your sense of control once you realize you did an unplanned chore just for the heck of it.  And it can last for several hours or even days if you don’t take steps to block its progress as soon as you can.

Butch Wife Tip #22

I would suggest a strong verbal rebuttal to shake your brain loose from the grip of this alien chore spore disease.  Perhaps a loud, forceful “NO!” every time the very thought of doing a chore.  At least by yelling “NO!” you might  begin to feel these alien chore spores start to retreat and mind control start to return to you.  If that doesn’t work, avoid eye contact with anything out of place, askew, or needing washing for at least 48 hours.  I suggest lots of outdoor activities to keep you away from any cleaning materials in your house.  Or try going to the movies where your mind can get caught up in the adventures of the show and thus, not give rise to stronger alien chore spore enticements.  Sleep during the day and play loud music at night while keeping the lights down low.  This will help to avoid eye contact with any chore lurking in the corners trying to gain your attention and eventually your soul!

Or if none of that helps and you still find yourself unconsciously doing house chores ‘just because,’ call me.  I have lots of chores that could be done in my house and am willing to give you all the time you want to complete them for me.   In particular if you have a craving for dust bunny cleanup ANYTIME, just let me know.

Julie

Butch Wife Extraordinaire-in-Training

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#21 ‘Good’ Butch Wife – Step One

15 Aug

We went to a movie the other night to see the latest Meryl Streep and Tommy Lee Jones movie about mature relationships.  It was fun as these two actors blend well and added a sense of depth to a rather old story of unattended love.  I have to admit, though, the movie did bring up a feeling of unease in me.  As the characters interacted with one another I began to wonder if I was taking my relationship for granted.  It’s hard to know right off the bat I think.  How does a good Butch Wife tell if she is really being ‘a good’ Butch Wife?

So on the way home from the movie I started thinking about my marriage.  We’ve been together almost 30 years.  We share just about everything except meditation and golf.  When I try to meditate with a bunch of people sitting on their heels for some reason I get the giggles. I don’t know why, I just do.   Also paying attention to what my mind is doing at any particular moment can be an exercise in futility for me.  And she thinks golf is the stupidest sport in the world, with a bunch of people dressed in silly clothes chasing a little white ball around 3 miles of grasslands. I see her point, but nonetheless love to play as often as possible.

I make a point to tell her I love her every day.  For me, being a ‘good’ Butch Wife also means taking care of stuff in the house without being asked to do it.  I’m still working on that one as its becoming increasingly clear to me the amount of stuff to be done everyday just to have a comfortable life never seems to end!  I am still battling an ongoing war with our ever present dust bunnies.  I’m convinced there is something that will destroy these suckers forever out there but I just haven’t found it yet.

We try to never go to bed angry, and if there IS an issue to deal with, we try to remember how to fight fairly.  I quite honestly can’t imagine a life without her and I’m pretty sure she feels the same, so we must be good, right?  Sounds that way but how do you know for sure?

Maybe ensuring a good relationship should entail a daily reminder for us.  When I was in business I had my daily reminder calendar to keep up on the things I had to do for the day.  It was handy, took only a few moments to review and kept me from forgetting important due dates that could eventually lead to a raise.  I still use reminder alerts on my smart phone.  Just can’t seem to let go of some corporate habits I guess.

So I started putting together a preliminary Daily Butch Wife Relationship Checklist.  Let me know what you think.

  • Wake up and hug your wife.
  • Brush your teeth pretty early on after waking to get rid of any birdcage breath that lingers from the night before, and certainly before you kiss her.
  • Kiss your wife.
  • Tell your wife she looks terrific.  If you forget this one, go to step one, part B and start again.
  • A daily shower may not seem necessary to point out but when you’re semi-retired like me that may not happen every day without a reminder.
  • Comb your hair.  Some days it just doesn’t seem worth it but you know she probably wants to look at something better than pointy gray hairs sticking up every which way out of your head.
  • Smell your pits just in case you forgot something in the shower.
  • As much as you want to wear that comfortable, soft, yet stained sweatshirt every day until it turns to threads, change it periodically for a clean shirt.
  • Laugh with her every day.
  • Dance with her with abandon when your favorite song comes on the radio.

This is just a start to a “Daily Good Butch Wife Relationship Checklist” so add your own stuff as you see fit.

Butch Wife Tip #21

After much contemplation and some side tracks into other topics, I have found the need to tend to one’s love relationship consistently as a ‘must do.’  Using checklists or just your good sense of considering others feelings as much as your consider your own can be helpful in ensuring you don’t fall into the abyss of taking her for granted.  And if you do find yourself in that abyss, get out – get out quickly! Being there for any length of time will overcome you and swallow your love whole before you know it.

Julie, Butch Wife Extraordinaire-in-Training

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#20 Mending Fences

7 Aug

I had previously made reference in one of my postings to a small fire under our fence that occurred while we were traveling.  Given the nature of the damage and the likelihood some of the fence would eventually fail, I decided a project was necessary to mend those areas badly charred.   Since a plan for fixing the fence seemed a worthwhile endeavor, the logistics of the project took shape when another one of those ‘thought thingies’ popped into my head.  (I have to admit I try to avoid deep thoughts most of the time as one thing tends to lead to other, and stops are hard to make when a roll like that starts. But they do keep popping up every so often so what’s a gal supposed to do?)

The ‘thought thingy’ popping up in my mind this time focused on the proper role of butch wives when it comes to carpentry work around the house.  The initial evaluation of this question said to me absolutely!  A ‘true butch wife’ should be able to handle a tape measure, power saw and hammer, right? After all, it would seem to just require tactical planning capabilities, prioritization skills, logic, strength of purpose and patience – all qualities I found necessary for one in the corporate world to survive, and so have attributed to any butch wife worth her salt.  And I have to admit, I hoped the thought of seeing me in a full tool belt around my middle could possibly be sexy for my wife.  At least it couldn’t hurt.

So I stood there looking at the fence and thought …”Finally, a proper butch wife chore.”  I would just have to first take the burned out section off the existing support beams and nail some tall-ish long boards to some square-ish upright boards sticking out of the ground, and ensure they all meet together on the other less square-ish boards running horizontal to the ground.  Not a big deal – right?  I didn’t need to dig post holes, for example, which would take a bit more muscle than this old body can handle given our ‘dirt’ is basically hard as a rock.

I quickly discovered, however, that even the initial measuring required to determine what size replacement boards were necessary was not so straight forward.  First I found out my tape measure is in meters not inches.  Where this thing came from I have no idea as I just saw it in the garage.  I assumed all tape measures were the same but nooooooo!!!  Take it from me, there is no such thing as a fence board .02cm X 20cm X 182cm.

And even if the tape measure is in inches, not meters, measuring, I found out, is not so straight forward either.  For example, try holding the darn thing still at one end of the board while stretching out fully to the other end of the board without losing your place at the first end of the board.   In my experience the measuring tape ends up falling over my head and down my neck since my arms aren’t quite long enough to hold the thing in place! Not a good Butch Wife look even if you do wear a sexy tool belt.

And, I discovered, if you aren’t tall enough, you have to place your finger on the tape somewhere between the top of the board and its bottom so you can get the total length measurement.  But by doing that, an inevitable question comes up – does one have to make allowances for the fact the tape will bend slightly over the existing boards still there as you are trying to measure the entire thing, potentially adding additional length that might throw the tape measurement off?  And if you do have to make small allowances for that inevitable tape bending going on because your arms aren’t long enough to stretch the entire length of what you are measuring, then how much to you subtract from the total!!!???  I have to admit fence building started to become a more complex puzzle than I expected rather quickly.

There was a bright spot.  I found out fence boards come in regular sizes.  One just needs to decide how high and how many given the space being enclosed and voila!  What happens, you could ask, if the space needing to be enclosed doesn’t exactly fit the normal widths of all the boards you bought?  Trying to cut one of those large fence boards straight having absolutely no experience in such things, and, in my case, only hand tools to assist, is an effort easily resulting in lost fingers or, at the very least, in crooked edges.  At least that what it seemed like to me at the time.

After a rocky start on my “proper Butch Wife chore,” and visions of an uncertain ending, I finally decided I probably wasn’t ready for this type of chore.  Nor was I sure I was really strong enough to hold a six-foot-long redwood board level while trying to nail it to another board.  I have to admit the likelihood my attempts at fixing this fence would result in disaster began running through my head.

The only logical conclusion making sense for me at this point was to abandon my efforts and hire someone to do it for me.  I admit I felt a bit like a failure and at the very least thought I should give my Butch Wife card back due to wimpishness. But in the end, I forgave myself and decided being able to hire it out was Butch Wife acceptable. I have, after all, worked almost 50 years of my life just so I could ask someone else better equipped and stronger than I to do this kind of chore for me.  And a proper Butch Wife knows when to call in the experts. Right?

Butch Wife Tip #20

When starting a carpentry project on your home take time to think through all the steps required before jumping into it.  There may be things where outside expertise or brawn would be beneficial, and you should give yourself a chance to take advantage of that when possible.  In my mind being a strong, capable Butch Wife is more about being a person strong of character and true of heart than it is about looking the part and failing to recognize when some things are better done by others, don’t you think?   I do (but I can still wear the tool belt, right?)

Julie

Butch Wife Extraordinaire-In-Training

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#19 Home again, home again, jiggidy, jig!

4 Aug

After several weeks of walking and driving through France, I have to admit it’s nice to come home.  “Re-entry” is going rather well, as our house is still in relatively good shape, the animals are alive and loving us, and I even lost some weight due to the healthy eating and exercising we did while on the road.  Ahhhhhhhh…..life is good.

But wait, what’s this?  Chores? Chores are required again??? Do these things NEVER stop???  Groceries, cooking, cleaning, laundry, dog walking, flat tire fixing, cob web chasing, weed pulling, fence mending -  yep, this one got our attention while on the road.  The guests staying in our house emailed us a few weeks into our stay in France about “a funny thing” happening to our fence.  My initial thoughts while reading this email was, “Really?  I never thought of my fence as funny, but hey, I’ll bite.”  “…just a small fire” they said, “…caused by a cigarette smoldering at the base of our fence.”  OMG!  My immediate reaction was not even remotely close to “Ha, ha, that was funny.”  Call me crazy but somehow that kind of news just doesn’t seem to fall into the ‘funny’ realm for me.  Not even a little giggle came to mind.  I’m just sayin’……

Anyway, coming home from a perfectly lovely long vacation in a part of the world that is just stunning and filled with all kinds of things to delight one’s senses can be disappointing in some ways.  But when one is coming home to San Francisco, which is stunning in its own way, it makes it much easier to adjust, I have to admit.  The trick I have been using recently for tackling those mundane, everyday life chores again is to think I am still in France, driving through small 11th, 12th, and 13th century villages looking for our daily croissants and baguettes. I understand Costco is a far cry from 12th century France but hey, one’s imagination can make anything look better if you just try a little.

Butch Wife Tip #19

Take time to get back into your life when you’ve been away from it for a while.  Treat yourself to some nights out and don’t just jump at those required chores right away.  Let the calming of your vacation stay with you as long as possible because those damn chores will still be there no matter what!  So give yourself and your wife a break and ignore them for a few days.  Makes re-entry a whole lot easier….trust me.

Butch Wife Extraordinaire-in-Training

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#18 Journey Proud

25 Jun

This Butch wife and her Femme wife are headed out into the world over the next month, so the blog will be on vacation for a while.  I did want to talk a bit about preparing for such a trip.  Packing can be tense.  What to take?  How much to take?  Predicting the weather at the places we plan to visit well beyond what any official forecasters are willing to do can be exhausting.  Do you need two tubes of toothpaste or will you be sharing with others?  Do you lay your clothes flat in a suitcase, neatly folded or rolled?  I’m a roller, myself, as it seems to keep the wrinkles down better.

I read a Ricky Steves travel guide-book once that recommended the ideal amount of ‘stuff’ to take on a trip.  It broke down something like this:  2 pair of pants, five shirts, five pair of underwear and socks, a sweater and jacket, a swimsuit just in case, maybe a hat if you’re a hat person, and your toiletries.  Seemed sensible.  After all, you can always go to a laundromat and wash things each week.  And since you really don’t tend to see the same people all the time, repeating your daily garb won’t be apparent to anyone you run into the next day except you and your wife.  However with my wife, color coordination and a theme are essential to appropriate packing.  I won’t go into the details about this, but suffice to say, if everything you take doesn’t mix and match, you are forever banned from stepping onto foreign soil. (I keep it simple with blacks and whites as these go with anything.)

Do you notice a general tension before you take off on a trip? I do.  My housekeeper from growing up used to call this being ”journey proud.”  Great term isn’t it? Journey Proud.  Being excited about going to a place – even in our case where we don’t speak the language well, are not sure how to order our food easily, can’t read the road signs, and have absolutely no idea where ANYTHING really is.  Now that’s journey proud.

Being journey proud doesn’t stay with you.  We’ve always found once we are out in the world and away from our home country, the journey pride tension disappears almost immediately.  Our desire to experience different cultures takes over, and getting lost is a general state of being for us while on the road.  Eventually we do find ourselves with enough maps, but the stories we get into while lost have always been fun.

So to my loyal followers out there, thank you so much for encouraging me to keep writing.  Please ask your friends if they would like to follow the blog as well.  We will, however, be offline for a month.   We do a travelogue while on the road for friends and family and will continue that during this trip.  For all others, please be patient and I will get back into the blog in August.   Until then, bon voyage, y’all!  (Do you think the French will mind the colloquialism?  Probably.)

Butch Wife Tip #18

When getting ready for a trip, be easy on one another.   And if you are journeying to another country, check out the gay laws before you go because some places will shoot you for being gay.  Those places I would recommend you avoid.

Julie  Butch Wife Extraordinaire-in-Training

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#16 It’s Not My Color!

12 Jun

We are getting ready for a trip to France and that, of course, entails LOTS of discussions around what to bring.  I tend to travel light being a graduate of the Ricky Steves travel guides.  My wife also travels generally light, but everything must be color coordinated with everything else.  This is non-negotiable.

Way back in the day a very good friend of ours ‘did our colors.’  For those of you who have not enjoyed this particular ‘must do’ in adult living, the theory is simple.  Everyone can be categorized into generally 4 pallets of color, adoringly named as a season – summer, fall, winter, or spring.  If you thought there were 8 or 12 categories of human, I’m here to say those other methods of dictating exactly who and what you are by general statements of existence don’t count. When it comes to dressing “one must have their colors done” to avoid the immense public humiliation of being caught wearing some article of clothing that doesn’t match perfectly the shades of color for your body type.

I’m a winter.  Don’t ask me why, I just am and have learned to accept it.  Dark hair, blue eyes.  That seems to be my mold. My wife is a spring, I think. Blond hair, blue eyes.  I am supposed to wear colors like royal blues, blue-ish reds, and deep greens, even black and white.  My wife wears army greens, golds, yellows, orange reds, and tans.  The Giants baseball team colors are perfect for her.  I’m more a Giants football team color type of person.

Our housekeepers can always tell which closet to put clothes in by the color schemes.  I have in a fit of closet mania, organized my shirts into areas of color with corresponding colored hangers.  (I have to admit that episode in my life was not something I was proud of and have since stopped.  The stress alone of maintaining that approach to storage was too much for me.)

I admit having gone through the appropriate color evaluation and ultimate scheme designation, my life seems simpler now.  When I go into a store, I don’t waste time at racks of clothing not in my color scheme.  I only go to where I see my colors.  No more am I buying clothes that once you put them on just don’t seem right somehow next to your skin.  And when those sales girls of 12 (aren’t they all 12?) come bouncing up to me wanting to put me in pink capris and tight knit sweaters I can confidently turn on them without malice and note they are just not in my colors.  This saves a lot of hurt feelings on both sides, believe me.

Butch Tip #16

Know your colors, know your fabrics.  That’s what my wife says all the time.  And when you pack things for traveling, don’t worry about mixing and matching with your mate.  Chances are you are two different color schemes and can easily pick out your stuff from hers.  But probably most important to remember, once you know your colors, you will never make the mistake again of buying her the wrong piece of clothing at least due to color.  Staying in her palette is a winning combination on a lot of fronts….I’m just sayin’.

Julie  Butch Wife Extraordinaire-in-Training

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#15 What D’ya Mean Lean Right?!

9 Jun

Gay Pride month in San Francisco has started.  This is when the entire city dresses up in our rainbow colors and the TV stations play movies and hold discussion panels on topics ‘of substance’ and ‘import’ on being gay.  Visitors from all over the world come to celebrate their lives, as do we who live here.  And gay couples blatantly display acts of love and caring for one another in the streets.  Oh My!!!

Back in the 80’s I used to be on the board of directors for the Pride Foundation.  We were the group that coordinated the development of the gay flag for our community.  I remember the first year we started placing the flags up and down Market Street for our parade.  What a feeling of freedom to see them.   I friend of mine and I were trying to get the flags attached to light poles along the route before the parade started that first year when he said to me, “We may never get these down again.”  And now to note the rainbow symbol spread all over the world is something that just seems incredible to me.  No, Michael, I doubt these flags will ever be brought down again.

One of the best shows in the Gay Parade for San Francisco begins the parade.  ‘Dykes on Bikes.’  Butch Wives with horse power!!!  I think every butch wife should try a motor cycle at least once in their life.  You can do it – put that strong conviction of yours to the test and get one.  I would recommend you start off with a ‘smallish’ size first to see if you really feel okay with it.  I bet the first time you open up the accelerator and feel the power between your legs……….well, I’m just sayin’!!!!!

I bought a motor scooter one time.  It was Italian (Aprilia Scarabeo) and could make it up the hills of San Francisco with no problem at all.  However, when I took my wife for rides on it she invariably would be leaning left when I was leaning right.  Not good form on a motorized vehicle, open to the air on all sides.  And she told me my driving scares her to death in a car, so you can imagine her fear on a cycle!  This from a lady who drives looking sideways into people’s houses along the street, searching for new decorating tips!

Butch Wife Tip #15

Its Gay Pride month – be proud of who and what you are, and remember you’re okay just the way you are.  And if your wife has trepidations about getting a motorcycle, take heed because if she leans left while you’re turning right it won’t be a good look for anyone.  I’m just sayin’……………

Julie Butch Wife Extraordinaire-in-Training

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#14 No MSG please

8 Jun

My wife has taken a short trip back to see her folks in Michigan, leaving me to fend for myself while she is gone.  Normally, a hiatus from each other every so often is a good thing, as I then sleep when I want, wake when I want, and, wait for it, yes, even cook what I want to eat!!!  These are all good things until the ‘cook what I want’ part comes up.

Now I’m a whiz when it comes to breakfast – I can cook an egg just about anyway you’d like to eat it.  When I was in college, I lived on eggs and toast for years. Scrambled, fried, even poached, if that’s your liking, and I make a mean deviled egg during the holidays.  And lunches with a salad or sandwich are easily obtained from any close deli or corner grocer.

But nightly when it comes to ‘what I want to eat’ part, that’s another story.  I seem to be bending to a more Asian cuisine lately. A friend of ours gave us a wok and a Martin Yan cookbook to get us started.  Asian dishes take a bit to pull together, as I’ve discovered trying some of the basic recipes in this cookbook.  And in Asian dishes there are many ingredients and of course sauces – poison sauce, hoisun sauce, fish sauce, hot sauce, cold sauce, ‘God only knows whats in it but it must be eaten with this dish’ sauce. You get the picture. These dishes aren’t the kind you just open a can of this and a can of that and mix together until smooth.  Noooooo.  You have to chop, dice, combine, heat, cool, mix, wrap, dunk and finally savor those 2000+ tastes coming together in that first bite of spring roll you just made from scratch.  Ah, it’s a feeling of real accomplishment when you are ready to actually eat that Asian combination of colors and smells you just ‘whipped’ up.

I friend of mine told me recently she went into an Asian grocery store in San Francisco looking to buy lemon zest.  (Okay, who caught this first mistake?) and came out with only a bunch of bananas cause she couldn’t tell what was what, and when and where the various stuff on those shelves should be used.  I kinda feel that way when going into a fancy lingerie shop.  I don’t know why but I chalk that up to a genetic quirk in my makeup.

Butch Wife Tip #14

When you’re on your own and its time for dinner, cooking Asian food on your own is tricky and requires several sets of hands to get it all put together before midnight.  Therefore, my tip is to go to a good Asian restaurant, order a healthy selection of veggies and fish, and savor the varied sauces they bring to you.  Someone spent all day pulling those ingredients together and should be applauded for the effort.

Julie  Butch Wife Extraordinaire-in-Training

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#13 Shall We Dance?

6 Jun

I was sitting on our deck today watching the world go by and had a thought.  I know they don’t come as often or as concise I’d like, but there you are…….and here is one.  Should butch wives succumb to the music in their ears and spontaneously burst into dance moves no matter where we are?  Once those little white wires are firmly affixed to our heads and ears, can we actually avoid such an outburst of bodily movement?

I decided to take a survey.  While watching the world run, walk and skip by the house, I took notice of those female persons with earplugs.  The first concern was were those under surveillance likely butch wives…….and in a totally unscientific decision process I decided most were. After all this is Bernal Heights in San Francisco – the lesbian, dog, and vegan capital of the world I think.

Of the dozen or so individuals I saw with ear plugs in, all but 2 had a distinctive rhythm to their gait but no display of total abandonment or sudden bursts of twirls or high leg kicks. One woman with ear plugs looked like they were listening to a lecture on something, and had no particular rhythm in her step at all – often stopping and starting for no apparent reason.  Another one seemed to be talking into their wires so I assumed they were on the phone sans music and eliminated them from the study.

So my original question had yet to be answered……….should butch wives abandon any sense of decorum and burst into dance when our music receptors are tweaked?  From the survey it is clear most people can’t help but respond to rhythmic sounds no matter where we are or how we feel.  A foot begins to move up and down without any awareness on our part, or a finger begins to tap the table to the beat of the music in your ear.  I find if I’m feeling low, music will also bring a smile or sense of ’okayness’ to my soul, and the world just seems like a better place.

Butch Wife Tip #13

When you’re down or out of sorts for any reason, turn on your radio or music player, grab your wife, and dance with abandon.  It’s the one thing we all have in common regardless of our choices in life.  And its the one thing that seems to always, without fail, put a smile on your face every time you do it.  So do it!!

Julie  Butch Wife Extraordinaire-in-Training

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Aside

I was recently …

4 Jun

I was recently confronted with the loss of a relative.  I know these things happen, but each time a loved one dies, for me it still hurts just as much as the first time I lost someone I loved.  No one can make that loss seem less of a hole in my life, regardless of how close I am to the ones trying to fill it or how much they care about me.

And doesn’t it feel strange when you realize the next day actually arrives on time and the pets still need to be fed, and the dust bunnies are still gathering in the corners of the hallway waiting to take over when you’re not looking.  You’d think that in times like this life would take a moment to reflect and feel the loss.  But it doesn’t….it just keeps spinning.

This made me think when I die I’d like someone to take a moment and weep for me.  It seems fitting……..and right…..and a loving thing to do.   So here’s a moment for you, David………….You were so loved and adored by all who knew you.  The world is less because we lost you too early, and my world was so much more because you were in it.   Thank you for touching so many with the great gift of you.   You WILL be missed by many.

Julie  Butch Wife Extraordinarie-in-Training

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