Husband’s blog – hacked!

Yippee, I'm in!

Yippee, I’m in!

Hi everyone. I’m the wife of The Jogging Dad.

He just abruptly left to go for a run. He does this quite often, whenever incessant questions start driving him up the wall. Questions like: “Daddy, what can we do? We’re bored!“, “Daddy, if God created earth, who created God?” and “Daddy, C just spilled milk again all over the floor! Can you please go and clean it up?” And those are just questions from me. You should hear the ones from our two little boys.

In the haste to get away, he forgot to log out of his WordPress blog. So, I thought, what better way to have some fun than to write something here and let all you followers of The Jogging Dad (I think there are about six of them, including himself) in on some dirt on my husband.

The first thing to say about my dear sweet man is that he is anal. Like REALLY anal. Like Anal with a capital A. Everything has to be structured and ordered in his world. And I mean everything! He’s the kind of guy who gets all stressed out if things are not aligned exactly parallel or perpendicular to the sides. He’s got strict routines for everything, from his morning rituals and exercise regimes, to his dish-washing and late-night binge-eating.

If I ever want some quick comic relief, all I have to do, for instance, is to put his iPhone next to his alarm clock on the bedside table, instead of in the usual spot next to his wallet that is 30cm away. Then I just sit back, wait for him to discover the ‘irregularity’ and watch him get all flustered. He would quickly put the iPhone back in its proper place and then hunt around the house looking for the culprit who dared messing with the order of his universe.

Also, did you know that my husband doesn’t let me iron his business shirts? In fact, he doesn’t even let me wash them. He puts his business shirts in a separate pile, washes and irons them himself. He thinks when I wash them, they get too many creases and, when I iron them, they don’t have enough sharp creases in the right places. Can you believe that? I mean, we have a house maid who comes twice a week and he doesn’t even let her iron his business shirts. And she’s a professional!!!

It is also because of this “neatness” that some people mistake him for a gay person. He’s obviously not, otherwise, I wouldn’t be here. But even if he wasn’t married, I can tell you he’s the furthest thing from being gay. You see, when I think of a gay man, I think of someone who is sensitive and well-spoken, with an educated air about him.

My husband, on the other hand, can be a very crude man. Crude in a very endearing and LMAO kind of way. He frequently utters the most politically-incorrect things – the kind that makes you cringe on the outside but laugh silly on the inside. Not only that, but give my man a perfectly clean joke, and he can de-sanitise it in an instant with judicious uses of expletives and ghastly inappropriate expressions.

And these expressions of his, I have no idea how he comes up with these. Just the other day, we were out shopping and I pointed out a painting that I really liked. His reponse was: “Honey, I can fart something better than that“. Or how about this one? Whenever he meets someone who is very cheap with money, my husband would turn to me and say something like: “That guy, he’s tighter than a nun’s ass!” You see what I mean when I say he makes me cringe on the outside but laugh silly on the inside?

While I’m on the subject of expression, my husband does a lot of this physically. What I mean is, give him an inkling of an excuse, and he will take off his shirt. Temperature above 20 degrees Celsius? Off goes his shirt. Going out for a run? Off goes his shirt. Russia has just invaded Ukraine? Off goes his shirt.

I understand there’s this thing called freedom of expression. But no 40 year-old should be free to express and bare his chest at every opportunity – a habit he of course denies strenuously! Just the other day, he comes back home from a run with no shirt on while my younger sister was visiting.

Why are you prancing around in public without a shirt on?!?! What’s the matter with you??!!“, my sister exclaimed.

Because it’s really hot out there, woman!“, he replied while pulling funny faces at my sister’s little baby.

My sister and I both cast a glance outside. It was cloudy, windy with a storm brewing. We then looked at each other and giggled, while rolling our eyes to the back of our heads.

What is more embarrassing is my husband’s sixth sense for any good-looking women within a 100m radius. What infuriates and yet chuckles me is how he so subtly tries to look at them while I’m standing right there next to him! He’s got this technique whereby, when he sees a nice looking woman, he will turn his head away from her and focus on a spot in the direction that she is walking towards. That way, he gets a good look at her when she comes into his line of vision without falling foul of my wrath. Well, that’s his logic anyway.

But I have been with him since our first year at law school some 20 years ago. And I am intimately familiar with his bag of tricks. This, of course, makes it all the comical whenever I see him trying to fool me, such as pretending to read an article in my Vogue magazine when I know he’s just staring at Miranda Kerr’s legs in the photo. LOL!!!

Oh, boy, there’s so much more I could reveal about my husband. Unfortunately, I think I just heard him come in the front door from his run. That was quick! He usually runs like a crazy man for ages. Maybe he remembered that he forgot to log out of the blog and has come back to ‘secure’ his digital domain.

So, hurry! Let me quickly press this ‘Publish’ button before he comes in the room! Oh wait, I better sign off in his usual way.

Keep on pounding (what on earth does that mean anyway? Knowing him, it probably means something very crude). 🙂

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29 thoughts on “Husband’s blog – hacked!

  1. runningfancy

    Thank you, wife of Jogging Dad, for making my day! This post made me giggle and be in awe of how sweet and loving your relationship truly is with the other. You both are hilarious and laughter is what makes life sweet. Try to hack-in a little more often! 😉

    Reply
    1. The Jogging Dad Post author

      Thanks Brenda. Actually, despite all that studying, my wife actually has never practised as a lawyer. She’s a marketing manager for a big cookies and biscuits company – the perfect job for our kids and I! 🙂

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      1. Brenda

        I’m a lawyer, too, but I haven’t practiced since my second was born. I view that now as writing for hire, albeit highly skilled writing. Perhaps I will do it again one day, but I’m trying to write for me and my kids now. 🙂

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  2. jamhunt

    My husband is 13years younger, but I feel like they are closely related!! Distant-twins? How ever stupid that may sound, it is the splitting image of Mr Jam_hunt. I am sure too much time spent together and these two could get themselves into a lot of trouble, if they are not busy putting iPhones back where they belong.
    Nice Post MrsJD! 😉

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    1. The Jogging Dad Post author

      No it isn’t. It’s full of lies. I am not anal – just tidy. I do not take off my shirt at every opportunity – just when it’s hot which just happens to be quite often here in sydney these days. 🙂

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    1. The Jogging Dad Post author

      Sorry but there will be no more hacking from my wife. I gave her a stern talking-to. She’s now sulking and mumbling under her breath about starting a blog called joggingchick.com. 🙂

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  3. Ashley @MilesonOats

    Thank you Jogging Dad’s wife for giving me the best laugh to start a much dreaded day at the office! You’ve painted so many visual scenarios in my head about our beloved Jogging Dad! I wonder what would happen if you hid his running shoes…! I am pretty anal myself when it comes to daily regimes! Heaven forbid my garmin isn’t next to my trainers ready to go before I hit the sack. I’d wake up with an eye twitching and probably more flustered than him! haha, great hack! 😀

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    1. The Jogging Dad Post author

      Mmm, interesting. I’ve been writing one post a week for over a year now. Then that wife of mine comes along and writes one, and she’s immediately more popular than me. How is that fair?!? 🙂

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    1. The Jogging Dad Post author

      That’s funny, madam. Not sure what image you have of me but if it’s one of a crude, cave-man kind, then my wife’s post probably confirmed that image! 🙂 BTW, deers don’t attack ladies like yourself, they attack cave-men like moi!!!

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  4. The Guat

    This cracked me up. I’d be totally mortified if my dude did something like this … family secrets are secrets for a reason. But I’m oh so glad she let me in on a few of yours. Too funny. 🙂

    Reply

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