Let's discuss the title of my blog.....

I know it sounds like a strange name, but it's so fitting. My wife speaks this phrase more times a week than most people shower. I keep her on her toes and keep her laughing constantly. She loves it. It makes our relationship what it is. You may or may not know that Cheryl has Fibromyalgia, which is like a chronic fatigue illness. She has her good days and bad. But she always keeps her head up. I do whatever I can to make her smile and laugh. This sometimes involves slapstick comedy and pain on my part, but it's soooo worth it.

I tend to go above and beyond the norm to make her laugh. I'll give you a short list of the funnier incidents.

During the early part of our relationship I got in a bloodletting fight with her suitcase. Don't ask how, but I did it. I don't remember the specifics, you'll have to ask her.

While I was in college in Dallas, Cheryl drove in from Lubbock to visit me for the weekend. We had gone to eat somewhere and she was having a bad day with the FMS. So spur of the moment, I decide I desperately need to go thru her purse while she's driving. I managed to get the purse stuck around my head and neck, causing me to freak out just a tad bit. I had not intended this little bit to go that far. While trying to get the purse off of my head I managed to slam my face into the passanger window a few times causing me to squeal and her to laugh. I'm actually a little scared with my predicament now and I don't know how I'm going to explain this at the hospital. I finally managed to get the purse removed from my now blue head and face and regain conciousness. Yeah, it was that bad. The purse sadly did not make it.

While Cheryl was in Lubbock I went to visit and see some of our mutual friends. We where sitting on the balcony of her apartment when Triston showed up. I had not seen Triston in years and was rather excited to see her. I had planned to meet her at the door. I had not planned to take the screen door from the balcony with me thru the house to greet her at the door. Well, I did. I did it as cool as possible. I gave her the screen door, said hello, turned red, grabbed another beer, and went back outside to try and get away from all the laughter I had caused.

While in college, I lived in Dallas with my Dad and Stepmom. I did this because an apartment in Dallas may as well have been a mansion. There wasn't a chance in hell I could afford one and still go to school while paying my other bills. I did work in college but I could not afford $800.00 a month rent on top of everything else. So I lived with my dad. Dad decided I needed chores around the house when I was 19. No problem, I was getting free room and board, I couldn't complain. One of my weekly chores was to rid the backyard of dog poop. I did this every week before I mowed the yard. At some point the neighbors behind us had started to throw their trash in our backyard and in the back of my truck. I was getting really tired of this and decided to do something about it. I started to throw it all in their yard. This didn't solve anything. Then I decided it would be more fun to slingshot my dogs' "business" into their backyard and on their house. I'm not really that mean, but you have to understand, they where a royal pain in the ass for me. Setting my alarm off in the middle of the night, broken mirrors on my truck, shoe polish on the windshield, the list goes on and on. Cheryl happened to witness this act one afternoon. I didn't really want her to see it, she just happened to be in the back yard with me at the time. I sent the "business" flying.......... right into the wall of our shed and all over our fence. I cringed and said some choice words. I turned around to get the water hose and noticed Cheryl. I really turned red. She was doubled over laughing.....

One thing that happens constantly around our home is Cheryl being right and me being wrong and very stubborn about it. I do this on the hour every hour. But it is usually to get a laugh out of her. This will start out as a simple conversation and then I take it downhill after that. I'll make ridiculous requests and suggestions. I'll talk about things that aren't even close to relevant. That's when I get the infamous "seriously honey?" You really have to see this bit live to fully appreciate it. It's like Robin Williams having a conversation with John Clesse, it's not going to make any sense. This usually ends with me attempting to storm out of the room with her laughing. I usually manage to hurt myself in the process. I'll hit a wall, topple over some furniture, stub my toe, roll an ankle, trip over dog toys. The best one was getting caught up in the blanket I had. She wanted it and I did NOT want to share. I gave in and gave her the blanket, but not without self destruction. While she ways laughing at my sorry attempt to wad the blanket up and throw it in her general direction, I managed to get the darn thing wrapped around my head a little bit. I threw it with enough might that the force actually yanked my head downward into the coffee table. This sent books and remotes flying and my dogs running for cover. Cheryl lost her ability to breathe in the process. Yes, due to laughter.....

There are a hundred million more of these stories, and I'll post them if I can remember them....