Husband Journal Entries

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  • Flowers from my husband!
    by Natalie Perkins

    I am not a photographer, but I enjoy taking photos. My husband came home with flowers this evening and after I squeed and hugged and kiss…

    I am not a photographer, but I enjoy taking photos. My husband came home with flowers this evening and after I squeed and hugged and kissed him, and arranged the flowers I took some photos of them. The light was already gone when I was taking photos, so I used a high ISO which turned out fun because it added some graininess even though I’ve got a digital camera. Then I decided to try a bit of a lomo style treatment in post processing because I’d never done it before. I ended up not liking some of the brighter versions and was drawn towards the darker tones.

  • Thank you all
    by Chris Willis

    Just a quick thank you to all the people who have been leaving such encouraging comments on my recent work….I normally like to write to…

    Just a quick thank you to all the people who have been leaving such encouraging comments on my recent work….I normally like to write to each person to say thank you, but the last day or so and coming few days I won’t be around as much. My husband went into hospital with pneumonia early yesterday and will be there for a few days until it has cleared up. He only has 20% lung capacity (normally) so you can see that he is in a spot of bother. I spoke with him this morning and he is comfortable and hopefully it won’t be too long before he can come home….but I will be spending quite a lot of time with him. So I thought I should give you all a group hug (LOL) and say thanks for the recent comments. I shall return :-) / Blessings to you all. / Chris

  • Home again
    by Chris Willis

    I just want to thank everyone for your continued support over the passed few days regarding my husbands spot of trouble. I went in to see…

    I just want to thank everyone for your continued support over the passed few days regarding my husbands spot of trouble. I went in to see him again and the doctors arrived while I was there, and told him he could come home tomorrow….so that’s great news. This journal entry is sent as a group hug as I think it would take me a week to write back to you all separately….so I do hope that you know how much each of you mean to me…taking the time to write and give your support….you are a great bunch of friends. Blessings to you all / Chris

  • The Broken Lawn Mower.
    by Gregoryno6

    Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is usually the husband. When our lawn mower broke and…

    Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is usually the husband. When our lawn mower broke and wouldn’t run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first: the truck, the car, e-mail, fishing, always something more important to me. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a few minutes. When I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. “When you finish cutting the grass,” I said, “you might as well sweep the driveway.” The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.

  • Have a laugh
    by clarkey

    A relative sent me the following in an e-mail this evening. It’s very cutting – the punchline is not what I expected. *WARNING: So…

    A relative sent me the following in an e-mail this evening. It’s very cutting – the punchline is not what I expected. WARNING: Some people may find this offensive If you are easily offended, please, don’t read any further. It’s for fun and a good laugh. One December day, we found an old straggly cat at our door. She was a sorry sight, starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny, and hair all matted down. We felt sorry for her so we put her in a carrier and took her to the vet. We didn’t know what to call her so we named her ‘Pussycat.’ The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let us know when we could come and get her. My husband (the complainer) said, ‘OK, but don’t forget to wash her, she stinks.’ He reminded the vet that it was his WIFE (me) that wanted the dirty cat, not him. My usband and my Vet don’t see eye to eye. The vet calls my husband El-Cheap-O’, and my husband calls the vet ‘El-Charge-O’. They love to hate each other and constantly snipe at one another, with my husband getting in the last word on this particular occasion. The next day, my husband had an appointment with his doctor, who is / located in the same building, next door to the vet. The MD’s waiting room and office was full of people waiting to see the doctor. A side door opened and the vet leaned in – he had obviously seen my husband arrive. He looked straight at my husband and, in a loud voice, said, ‘Your wife’s pussy doesn’t stink any more. We washed and shaved it, and now she smells like a rose. Oh, and, by the way, I think she’s pregnant. God only knows who the father is!’ Then he closed the door. Now THAT, my friends, is getting even.

  • Add One
    by clarkey

    Today, Friday, is/was my birthday. As usual, he says “Happy Birthday” but no pressie – no drama, that’s pretty much what I expect. He…

    Today, Friday, is/was my birthday. As usual, he says “Happy Birthday” but no pressie – no drama, that’s pretty much what I expect. He’ll probably give me some cash, knowing exactly where I’ll go to spend it (my favourite orchid nursery). Driving along a road this afternoon, I spotted a car with the rego “JANS 51”. “Oh, look, that was correct yesterday!” with a smile in my voice – he’s reading the paper, trusting me NOT to get lost!!!! “Huh, what you talkin’ about? Oh, I see, yeah, that’s right.” “Pardon?” “That’s right . . . isn’t it?” “No dear. It was yesterday, but, not today! You need to add 1 to it.” Oh, shit, I goofed again, didn’t I?” “You do know my date of birth – work it out.” He has to think now! “Oh. Sorry!” Husbands! After 32 years of marriage, you’d think he’d at least get my age right, even if he can’t remember the date. The fact it comes the day before his is no help in his memory department, apparently! So, tonight, I went off to a local pub to see my guitar teacher and his partner (music partner, not other half) play. I’ve been wanting to go for months now but,haven’t been able to get there. (I went a fortnight ago and saw him playing with two friends from uni – they were quite good, once they got warmed up!) I wish I’d gone when I first learnt they played – they were great. They’ve been playing together for about 12 months now and, in that time, they’ve established a great rapport. Tim had told me they play mostly covers. Well . . . I guess you could say that – they re-wrote the lyrics of some and made a few minor, but very complimentary changes to others. They also played a few originals. They improvised, sent each up, competed with each other and a few other things. But the highlight, for me anyway, was the line of banter they had – some was well-practiced “ad lib”, and other bits were truly ad libbed. They swapped guitars (one accoustic, one electric) for one song, it was hilariously funny, and I don’t think that was planned. They fed off each other so well, it was a sheer pleasure to watch and hear. If I’d gone before, I would have been up there most Friday nights. Unfortunately, tonight was the last night they will be playing together for a while as Tim’s partner wants a break, to explore another avenue; he didn’t way what, though. I do wish they were continuing They’ve built up quite a following in the twelve months they’ve been performing and it’s easy to see why – by the time they finished, about 0030, half the people were dancing and joining in when they knew the words. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, I wasn’t the oldest person there by any means – a bit of a relief!!!! A fabulous ending to an otherwise ordinary day.

  • My husband is a cat and I am purring ....
    by chasingsooz

    LOL This is my gorgeous husband fool…

    LOL This is my gorgeous husband fooling around with one of the venetian masks that I have hand painted for exhibition. Life for me is busy right now and will be for the next two weeks as I go into the final stages of preparation. What started out as just painting the masks that I brought back from Venice has turned into me taking over the garage and getting out plaster and wire to create my own masks as well as make a life size model of a woman in carnevale costume – for no other reason than I can lol. So please forgive me if I dont comment on your beautiful works during this time. As soon as I can I will be back on RB, checking out your galleries. My Carnevale exhibition starts September 1st and I will post photos as soon as it is up. Take care and keep exploring and creating your own works. Better still – go out today and book your own exhibition. Be brave – I dare you ;-) Love Sooz x

  • Loving tribute to a loving woman - Anna Kaye - my wife
    by Thomas Josiah Chappelle

    Well here it is, my dearest – publicly professed and declared. A tribute to the woman who has gladly taken into her bosum, a breathta…

    Well here it is, my dearest – publicly professed and declared. A tribute to the woman who has gladly taken into her bosum, a breathtaking affection to one who stands in awe of such a joy…Each and everyday is a mystery- a suspense story of how the events of the day shall unfold as the petals of a carnation to display a wonder and a glory thus unknown. It is my husbandly duty to nurture this love unconditional as Messiah has done for me -us. That your regard for me is undaunted by resentment, jealousy or anger; freeflowing tributaries to fill over the banks and feed harvest grain, producing hundredfold graces into the lives of others. / Thus it shall be my legacy; to have loved as ‘Noah cared for Allie’. To herald this legacy to my last breath shall be my greatest quest. Nicholas Spark’s ‘The Notebook’ and New Line Cinema Production 2004

  • So I'm a married woman now!
    by Glitter

    Yes Yes… I got married on February 21st, 2008 and I love it! Feeling wonderfull ! / Feeling full of joy ! / Feeling more secure ! / Fee…

    Yes Yes… I got married on February 21st, 2008 and I love it! Feeling wonderfull ! / Feeling full of joy ! / Feeling more secure ! / Feeling very much in love with my husband ! / Feeling all grown up now ! Feeling all 1930’s (our theme) going on 2008-ish… !

  • Funny Exchange Between Husband and Wife
    by qarrie

    My husband is hilarious. Listen to this: I’m walking out the door with the baby, and my husband calls out from the study, “Good-bye, m…

    My husband is hilarious. Listen to this: I’m walking out the door with the baby, and my husband calls out from the study, “Good-bye, my favorite family!” I yell back, “Thanks, as opposed to your other one.” He replies, “Did I forget to mention them?” So I say, “If I find out you have another family, mister, I will be highly put out!” And he says, “I’ll show YOU putting out!” I laughed all the way to the car.

  • Vegetables
    by qarrie

    Today my husband randomly says, “Vegetables make you fat. I never eat them, and look at me!” (He’s 6’4” and weighs about 170) That …

    Today my husband randomly says, “Vegetables make you fat. I never eat them, and look at me!” (He’s 6’4” and weighs about 170) That man is a riot.

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