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Friday, September 12, 2008

All the places I get dragged to...

I was just sitting here thinking about all the places that my husband drags me to just because he can. This is a BIG difference between the two of us. If there is somewhere he wants to go that I really don't, I'll usually go just because he does and I love him and want to spend time with him. If there is somewhere I want to go that he doesn't, I either go alone or I don't go at all.

I've been to several air shows that have been enjoyable. We learned that I need to have earplugs if I want to have fun (can you say Thunderbird-Afterburner-Over-My-Head? What? Did you say something?). I get taken out to back-country airstrips, either to go camping or just spend the day. Sometimes that can be fun. Although, if there is camping involved, I make him take the air-mattress, tent, and cooking gear, and he can only go to "back-country" airstrips that have facilities (most of the ones in Idaho do). I'm not sleeping in the plane, he can forget that...

He's been making noise about making me go to Katzehin Flats. He says there's a cabin we can stay in there, but I'll believe it when I see it...

He's been making more noise for years about going to Oshkosh AND Reno every year. Every year he says "We're gonna go next year for sure!" We never have...

Although, I'm sure one of these years he'll follow through with his threat and I'll be at either one or both at some time.

Now, do you think with all the places I go with him, and all the stuff I have to put up with doing it, that I could get him to take me to a ballroom dancing class or to the theatre (not movies) etc...? Exactly....

2 comments:

lonestar818 said...

If you ever get A to take a ballroom dancing class with you, I want PICTURES!!!
;)

Camping sounds like fun to me... one of these days we are going to take the crew camping. Most of our adventurous outings right now involve something along the lines of going to Sonic. Why? because we don't have to cook, and we don't have to actually get anyone out of the car, or try to corral anyone from running around a restaurant. We do have to keep the windows up (because our boys are not shy about yelling to people out the windows...) and we have to repeatedly say, "stay in the back of the car, no there's not room for you up here, we have 3rd row seating for a reason, didn't I just tell you to stay back there?" Fun times :)

Vgerdeb said...

I want those same pictures!! And it makes me happy that you love him enough to want him to be happy. :)