Family Friday & Mr Big Mama

I don't blog about Bristol (my hubby) very much. But he is way cool and we have awesome conversations. They go somewhat like this...

"Are ya hungry Bristol?" I took one of his favorite dishes to his work. It makes him feel good, and I look like a trophy wife amongst all the coworkers when they get totally jealous of the food.

"Yeah." is all he says, but he smiles from ear to ear looking at the food. "Starved." he's a man of many words.
He goes to reach for it, and I back away in a taunting manner. "Say I am a trophy wife." I demand.
He grins like I am telling a joke. All his coworkers are giving him the eye. There wondering if he is gonna say it.

"Ha, Ha, ha. Come on lets go out, I will walk you to the van." Which he always does when I go to work to see him. I still am carrying the Marinated Chicken Burrito with home made pico, mexicana sour cream, and yummy black beans. But the truth of the matter, he wants me out of there fast! There is no way he wants to live this down by the co-men-workers.

We step outside the door and he reaches for the food again. "No." I say. "Tell me I am a Trophy Wife!"  This time, I give him the cold death stare. He knows I am serious.

"Seriously? Your gonna make me say it? Besides the laundry is not done!"

"Would it kill you to say it? And you have overworked my uterus with five kids! The laundry is never done!"

"OKAY!" he is starting to cave eyeing the food grasped in my cold clammy fingers. "You are!"

"I are what...?" I am sticking my ear out towards him now to repeat it.

"Your a Trophy Wife, Okay!"

"Sheesh, Bristol! I totally know I am trophy wife, you don't have to tell me ever second of the day!" I hand him his food, quick kiss, and he rolls his eyes and heads back inside.


One day, when were getting ready for bed I am telling him about a funny story that happened with the kids.
I tell him that I am thinking of blogging about it. I always get his permission first.
"I figured you would." he says.
I have a question to ask him, but I am waiting for the right moment. Its always important to read him first. Maybe warm him up to an idea I have. I wait awhile, then go in for the kill.

"Can I refer to you as Mr. Big Mama on the Blog?"

He looks at me as if I just took away every bit of man hood he'd ever had. "Absolutely Not!" Not just the words, but the look he had told me I'd better not.

"Uhhh...Okay...." I stammer.

"You already have haven't you!" he demands.

He is serious! Abort! Abort mission now! I am quickly looking for a way out.

"No! No! I haven't I swear!"
Note to self. Edit and Delete.




"Hey guess what Bristol! I got a ton of home work done today, the kids are happy, the house is clean, and there is like tons of comments from the blog I need to respond to.

"Your excited about comments?" he asks. He doesn't get it. He will never understand. I totally get that about him.

"Yeah, I know here at home, hardly anyone knows me as Big Mama, but it Big Mama world, I.Am. Hot.!" which isn't really true, just a way to try to impress him.

"Really?" he doesn't believe me.

"Heck ya! Break you off a piece of this!" I say so confidently.

I bust up laughing and he rolls his eyes and laughs too. Not becuase what I said was funny, but because of the fact that I am laughing at myself being funny. He gets that I laugh at my own jokes. Appearantly though, that is funnier than my actual jokes.


Anyway, Mr Big Mama Bristol is a good man, and I love him for laughing anyway!