Rantings of a Creole Princess

Happy Birthday to My Robinator!

Today is my love, my life, my Robinator's birthday.

He got up this morning, walked and fed the dogs, got in some exercise, made coffee, put together the recycling, emptied the dishwasher, watched the news, read the newspaper, did some work and found my hiding place where I put some of the GOOD candy before I gave it out last night.

He left our home this morning dressed in an impeccable suit looking sharp and went to the office to do what he does.

When he returns later, he's going to get dressed in some jeans and probably a nice sweater and we're going to the Kanye West, Jay Z concert.

We love Yeezy.

My husband is truly the most well-rounded man in the world.  He can switch from jamming MC Hammer, EPMD to Journey and Duran Duran seamlessly.

He can leave his executive position at the office and throw his hands in the air at a concert.

He has never allowed anything to make him feel it wasn't for him based on appearances and or stereotypes.  He's always been his own person and he's always done whatever he wanted to do.

He is TRULY true to himself.

In that instance he is a man to be envious of because really...how many people do YOU know who have never, ever, ever cared what anyone thought of them?

That's truly a trait to be envious of.

Last night he told me some things he wants to do and I listened and we discussed.  Flushed out some of the details.  He spoke authoritatively and dreamy.  As a man who believes in his plan would.

Robby:  I want to BUILD something.

Me:  Go for it baby.  I got you.

I'm usually pretty darn good with using my words but when it comes to expressing how I feel about my husband...sometimes words escape me because he's so vast in all he does that words seem paltry strung together to try.

That said...I'll just say this...

Every morning, when I get my first kiss of the day from him...I still feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Because I am.

Happy birthday my love.  Here's to many, many more milestones, laughter, crazy dances, and pulling your underwear up past your naval and doing your old man impersonation with your socks on.

You are the best of my world.

Thank you.

Your wife,

Monnie

Baseball

The Robinator is all about baseball.  He played in college and after college and grad school it seems he was always on a league team.  He LURVES baseball.

Me?

Not so much.

Last night I was trying to think of something special to do for him to thank him for being so awesome and I turned on the television and found the channel on a baseball game and DING, DING, DING...I went online to purchase baseball tickets so he can go see the Nationals play ball!

I'm going to be there right next to him and enjoy watching him enjoy himself.

Sure...I don't like baseball but I love and appreciate him more than anyone and anything else in this world.

I woke up this morning to find him grinning at me with this big cheese eating grin.  LOL! 

Him:  Thank you for getting tickets so we can go to a game!

Me:  Ugh!  Moooooooove!  Leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!

And he gave me munchy kisses until I giggled so hard I was gasping.

Imma go watch me some baseball with my love.

Now...what should I wear?

He makes me smile!

The Robinator

I ADORE my husband as you guys know.  He's the smartest, funniest, most loving man I've ever known and he brings me sheer joy.  He's had a really hectic, fast paced schedule for a minute now and today he breathed a sigh of relief and came home early.

He walked through the door exhausted around 3:00pm and handed me one of the Caramel Brulee' lattes I enjoy as an occassional treat...walked upstairs and took off his suit.  He chilled with me in the office for a bit and then it was time for something on ESPN so he went into our bedroom to relax and watch it because E was in the mancave playing some kinda something on the Wii.

I was just happy to have him home relaxing and was smiling softly the entire time thanking God for how blessed we are to have such a comfortable, loving life.

And then...I went into our bedroom to kiss him for no reason just because and saw this:

*sigh*

"Thanksgiving ain't over till the leftovers are gone."  - The Robinator

What say YOU?

Who ya HATE?

My husband is a HUGE sports fan.  He has his teams and players he LOVES, LOVES, LOVES and, he has teams and players he HATES, HATES, HATES.

He thinks Kobe Bryant can walk on water ('cept for them pics he took).  He used to love Michael Jordan but then he came to realize dude is a big azzhole.  He LOVED Larry Byrd and hasn't heard anything about him that changes that for him.  Drew Brees?  GET.OUTTA.HERE!  That's his Q-back DUDE!  Terrell Suggs?  When dude gets a sack Robby sounds like a stadium full of people whooping and hollering.  Ryan Zimmerman?  Dude isn't a superstar but Robby can go on and on and on about him. (Ask me how I know.)

The joy dude has when telling me that the Miami Heat lost again is comparable to a kid at Christmas getting his first shiny, new bike.  It's like...he has GLINTS in his eyes, SPARKLES in his teeth, Disney birds flitting around his head.

It brings him JOY! 

Something else this past weekend brought him joy too and it made me realize that dude is evil-er than I thought.  He's been watching the following video over and over and over again laughing his azz off because he SERIOUSLY hates Roethlisberger.

He also HATES Tom Brady.  He straight up HATES the Yankees because of Alex Rodriguez.  According to Robby dude was tipping off the other team to the pitchers when he was with the Rangers and that should be punishable by stoning and then shat on.

He doesn't like Michael Vick as a person but gives him his props on the field.  He says the game Vick played against the Redskins is probably the best game ever by a quarterback that wasn't a playoff and hey...dude loves the sport.  Oh...and he can't stand the Redskins.  The name 'Redskins' pisses him off because he says it's disrespectful to Native Americans.

I was, of course, confucious as to his level of dislike because I am all goodness and light and then he said two names to me:

Sarah Palin

Michael Steele

I OVERstood.  He must have a burning in his chest and azz with the heat of a thousand suns.  The sounds of their voices must pierce his ears, their images must damn near blind him.

Poor baby.

So...let's keep it real.  In sports...WHO YA HATE?  Who ya love?  What about your S/O? 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROBINATOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My husband's birthday is today and we're FINALLY the same age.  We were born in the same year.  Me, September 5th and he...November 1st.

He tells everyone he married an older woman.

*sigh*

For an entire month and 3 days I have to hear...Well...you're older than me or...how does it feel to be so old?

Ya gotta love him.

My husband is seriously the most fascinating person I know.  Even when I want to stab him in the eye...he's still the love of my life...the reason it's easy for me to quiet my demons and smile.

We've had a pretty remarkable year since his last birthday and find ourselves a year older, a year wiser, a year richer in life, a year we can continue to count as BLESSED.

This year has been remarkable for us and next year will be even more so.

A lot of people need to make changes to their lives but I'm blessed to say that all I have to do is keep building on what we already have and to do that...all we have to do is keep loving each other as much as we do now.

Happy birthday to my most FABULOUS, lovely, loving, smart as hell, funny, warm hearted husband.  I love you and wish for you nothing but the best of every.single.thing.

YOU.ROCK!

SIP:  You know you're 41 now and that means a whole new test during your physical this year right?  RIGHT.  :)

From The Robinator:

"If you have to think about love on a daily basis you'll never get through the tough stuff. Love simply is. I don't have to think about if you love me or if I love you. It's an absolute. I just have to think about how to make sure you always have what you need because I know you do the same for me."

What say you?  Do you agree with him?

My Husband...

My husband is always there for me.

My husband is good with my always wanting him by my side.

My husband always understands.

My husband knows how to step back and let me be me.

My husband gives as good as he gets.

My husband can tell me no without making me feel some kinda way.

My husband recognizes my vision and allows me to work it.

My husband holds me when I'm hurting.

My husband knows I have Princess Syndrome.

My husband kisses me softly just because.

My husband carries the heavy stuff.

My husband gets angry with me when I forget to eat.

My husband is good with doing the things he knows I hate to do.

My husband always shows up when I need him the most.

My husband recognizes I'm an artist.

My husband understands I'm a woman.

My husband recognizes my drive.

My husband always tells me I look beautiful.

My husband knows the depth of me.

My husband knows when I'm sad and why.

My husband would make an excellent father.

This shit is deep and it's REAL.

From The Robinator: "I Threw it on the Ground!"

I was walkin' through the city streets And a man walks up to me and hands me the latest energy drink "Run faster, jump higher" Man, I'm not gonna let you poison me I threw it on the ground You must think I'm a joke I ain't gonna be part of your system Man! Pump that garbage in another man's face I go to my favorite hot dog stand And the dude says, "You come here all the time! Here's one for free." I said, "Man! What I look like? A charity case?" I took it and threw it on the ground! I don't need your handouts! I'm an adult! Please! You can't buy me hot dog, man! At the farmer's market with my so called girlfriend She hands me her cell phone, says it's my dad Man, this ain't my dad! This is a cell phone! I threw it on the ground! What, you think I'm stupid? I'm not a part of your system My dad's not a phone! DUH! Some poser hands me cake at a birthday party Whatcha want me to do with this? Eat it? Happy birthday to the ground! I threw the rest of the cake, too! Welcome to the real world!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROBINATOR!

I am me, you are you, we are we.  I'm in love with you and love you.

Love in me is you.

Do good stuff today and everyday. 

Reason # 19,462 Why I Love Him So...

Not only I think he gives the BEST hugs.

He makes me happy (PERIOD)

From The Robinator:

The Robinator is THE.MAN!

The Robinator just scored BIG and is walking around here like a peacock strutting.  Me?  I jumped up and down cheering when he shared the good news and I'm grinning from ear-to-ear cuz I'm SUPER proud of my husband.

He works hard man...HARD so it's always awesome when he gets a good win. 

I'm soooooooooooooooo proud of him!  :)

My husband ROCKS!

From The Robinator:

Dear husbands and boyfriends EVERYWHERE:

Never, ever, ever, ever, ever suggest to your woman that she should be used to Midol Week by now therefore it shouldn't be so bad.

It doesn't go over well.

I promise.

Signed,

The Robinator

From The Robinator: "I could DJ the Quiet Storm..."

From The Robinator:

Vice President Robinator!

Yall know over here at 13700 we are big on the concept of write it down and make it happen!  Well...The Robinator wrote down some stuff and took the steps to make it HAPPEN!  My FABULOUS, SWEET, WONDERFUL, FUNNY AS HECK husband is moving on up in the world and I am OH-SO-PROUD of him!

Yup...Vice President Robinator!  I'm so proud of that dude...I could BURST!  CONGRATS HONEY!  YOU ARE EVERY.SINGLE.THING!

The Futon...

HAS BEEN MOVED!

Monnie & Robby

When I'm in a bad space...seems all I need is him.  I have the kind of love I always dreamed of having.  I have the kind of husband I always wish my mother had.

I'm blessed beyond reason.

From The Robinator: Did you see Monica?

I am so lucky to be married to the woman who watched Michelle Obama deliver that speech last night.

Monica was electrifying, inspiring, and absolutely magnificent as she lay sprawled across our sofa watching the 2008 Democratic Convention. I get a lot of credit (actually I get beaten about the head and shoulders constantly) for watching sports such as golf, football and baseball -- but I think she may have me beat.

You had to see it to believe it.

And make sure to forward this email to your friends and family -- they'll wish they had seen it, too.

And I'm not just saying that because she's my wife -- I truly believe it was the best speech watching of the campaign so far.

Roback Omossa

From The Robinator:

From The Robinator

This Man of MINE!

Robby worked from home this morning and I mean he WORKED. He's the kind of man that does NOT mess around when it's time to work. The weather was crazy today and he knew the traffic would be ridiculous so he closed himself up in our office and got to it.

Every time I passed by the door I heard him on a conference call or typing away on his puter.

Around bout oneish he emerged and got dressed. Put on his suit and tie and packed up for his office/office. I kissed him goodbye and told him to have a good day. And then...I got my house right. Spit shined the kitchen and got things ready to cook dinner later.

We touched bases late, late afternoon and then he called around 7:15 to say he was on his way home.

That man of mine sounded tired. Beat. Worn out.

When that man of mine walked through the front door I hugged and kissed him and I let him know how much I adore him for taking such good care of us. I complimented him on his work ethic and listened to him talk about his day. When I asked him how his day went, he said with a smile, "It was a good day." And I know he meant it.

See...this man of mine is a hard worker. He does NOT play. He does what he needs to do by ten, what he's expected to do by noon and above and beyond by six. I.JOCK.HIS.MIND!

He didn't get home until 8:00 pm. We had dinner and talked while he caught up on a baseball game. It's 9:30 and he's fallen asleep on the sofa. Lucy is on top of him. I'm looking at him thanking God that He blessed me with a good man. A good HUSBAND. Someone I can learn from and look up to who listens to me and respects me and treats me like a Princess all the while looking at me side eyed when need be.

I'm about to wake him and take it upstairs for bedtime. We old and can't stay up too late. ROFL! I just wanted to remind yall why I love that man so. This man of mine...he is EVERY.SINGLE.THING.

Robby...I love you.

Your wife,

Monnie