Mark is the man

Many years ago I meet a young guy who I thought was pretty rough in his rose colored sunglasses and leather coat with fringe!! How was I to know that hanging out and hitting the parties and drives around the country would turn into what became the best years of my life. It's amazing how we just wanted to hang out and not really get serious, we had too many other things we had to deal with, and now just short of 19 years we are still hanging out and driving around the country side..

We share a brain synapses which can be really bad if we are in different places and need to figure something out on our own and is my best friend. He is shy and reserved, yet strong and firmly grounded, and keeps me and the kids safe, loved and protected. Of course he can be very intimidating when he wants to be around people who don't know him(it think he likes seeing little kids cry!), and how he has the patience to deal with all of the personalities at his work I will never know. As anyone who knows me well, knows I'm a very upfront and blunt person, but Mark is able to be quiet and listen, but I'm still learning.

He cleans the house, buys the groceries, cooks the food, what more could a woman want or need? Much more, which includes making sure I don't want for anything, giving up his time to help me figure out what the heck to wear when we go out for dinner, always having enough time when he go to bed to hold me close.....


Of course I love the things that others don’t always see, like how he giggles and can’t stop when he has had just a bit too much to drink, or his funny smile when he is running around the house with my bra strapped around his head like a helmet!!

Anyone who was at the work Holiday Party can confirm not only was he giggling but he was upright with the assistance of the handy chair and table right next to him. Good thing he wasn't dressed like a true Scot's man that night!! :-)



I may stop and cause a 10 car pile-up to save a squirrel but he forgets about stop signs when the right booty is walking on the side walk. Of course it makes it difficult to keep a straight face when we are stopped at stop lights and he starts mooing at people walking across the street, or when he starts yelling at me in the grocery store that he can no longer take my abuse and is going to go to a safe house where I can’t beat him up anymore!

Hitting the sand with the quads is one of his greatest stress relievers, but at times with the darn sand doesn't want to cooperate!!  Good thing he can move FAST before going over the handle bars, that is not a pretty sight at all, but it does make me laugh. Luckily, my helmet hides most signs of me laughing of course until it happens too me.

After all of these years the one thing I know for sure is it doesn’t matter what color my hair is, how many new frown lines I have, or what I wear he loves me for the snotty woman I really am. :-)