Monday, November 2, 2009

Living with a bum wife who doesnt listen

poor omar. im really a pain in the ass.
like, really.
like, last night for instance, when he wanted food and i demanded that we go to panda express even though i dont like chinese food at all, but just because there was a jamba juice inside the same place where there is a panda, and then the jamba juice was closed but i demanded that the guy make me a smoothie anyway because i used to make smoothies and really? they arent that hard to make. he made me one. it was strawberry and tasted way too foamy.
anyway, back to the reason im a pain in the ass, he cleaned his side of the room like 3 days ago and mine is still all piled up and im laying in bed and hes at school getting an education and actually contributing to society. im so glad we know Christ. seriously though, without Him we would be a pair of drunken pot-heads with no jobs or money or education and we would probably live off of our parents for the rest of our lives. with Christ, only a third of that is true, and thats great. we dont suck at life entirely.
oh ya, and i dont listen. like, omar will tell me something and then ill be like "umm...thats a really dumb idea" and then five minutes later i'll be like "oh, ya, we should totally do this and that" and he'll be like "umm... i said that like five minutes ago."
sorry if this is completely incoherent.
i've been bringing this up alot lately, but when i was in high school i had a boyfriend who cleaned my room multiple times a week. and then bought me flowers. and made me peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches cut diagonally. and wrote me poems that he typed up in cool fonts and put on my mirror. and brought me breakfast everyday when he picked me up for school. and not just breakfast, like all of my favorite foods and hot chocolate and mix cds too. and carried me everywhere.
and hes dead now (which i put pretty bluntly, but it actually makes me want to throw up everytime i think about it.)
anyway, i have been loved well. abundantly. and i think that he taught me how to be loved, but in ways that were much more tangible than any other person could ever offer, and so now i have this totally rad husband who does everything for me but i dont appreciate it because it seems mediocre? so lame of me. sorry if i sound like a spoiled brat, im really not. but kind of am.
but around here, you dont gotta lie to kick it. moral of the story: omar rocks at life and husbandry. 

7 comments:

kELLO! said...

i love that his name is omar :)
i totally know what you mean- roed is an AWESOME husband, and i totally feel like a spoiled brat wife.

Rebecca Louise. said...

You have an amazing husband and you are not a spoilt brat - we all have our flaws :) x

Deborah Ann said...

It sounds like the two of you have a lot of fun together. Were you a hippie back in the day? I was...

thanks for stopping by and praying for Aaron....

Mariya said...

you're nuts!!! that's why Omar <3's you!

Lemon said...

thank God that we can have Christ as our rock, even in (and especially in) relationships!! i'm dealing with crazy realtionship stuff right now, so it was amazing for me to read this post and think about things. you write with such wonderful honesty, allie!

Robyn said...

Gator, your blog is absolutely inspiring, and I heart you madly.

<3 Goblyn

my name is lauren. said...

i completely relate to this.....

written as i'm sitting here blog stalking and my husband is (no joke) on his hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor.

ironic, no?

yay for jesus and the fact that my husband is stuck with me :).