Category: My Husband
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I Feel Like a Ranch Wife
My husband feels like he’s truer to the cowboy way and a better cowboy when he’s saddled up to get a cow in, and I can relate. The way a person goes about doing an activity or job can invoke certain feelings. In her song, “Man! I Feel like A Woman!†Shania Twain feels like…
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Opposites Attract
Depending on one’s definition, “opposites attract,†could describe my marriage. In recent years, the only opposites I possess that appear worthy of my husband’s attention are my bad habits. When we were newlyweds, I appreciated that his personality traits were opposite of mine. It didn’t take me long to realize that my weaknesses were his…
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Trade Skills
My husband’s trade skills are more attractive than the pickups we trade-in. When we decide it’s time to upgrade a ranch pickup, he uses clever strategies to “trade off†our trade-ins. We try to get every penny’s worth and more out of a pickup by using them long after they’ve been depreciated out. As a…
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Thinking Outside the Box on Romance
With Valentine’s Day coming up, it’s important for me to think outside the box on the subject of romance. If I don’t, I’m destined for disappointment. I already know my spouse is different from other men because of his chosen occupation, the way he views the world, and how he handles different situations. His idea…
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My (Husband’s) Little Pony
Some of my stories gather a lot of interest but not to the degree that my husband sometimes does. He draws a lot of attention and gets all kinds of looks over his car. It’s a sweet little ride called Pinkie Pie. Named so for its color and the My Little Pony toy horse our…
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Shopping the Old Fashioned Way at Motive Parts
Motive Parts is a store especially designed for the rancher. It’s the perfect place for a man to do his shopping because he can pick up his ranch supplies and buy Christmas presents for his family; provided his wife likes Carhartt clothing and he does any Christmas shopping. There is no other place where a…
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Tis The Season to be Hairy
Biting wind and freezing temperatures forewarn me it’s going to happen, but when my husband decides to grow a beard, it takes me a while to warm up to the idea. I’m often resistant to the changes of his facial hair even though I like the end result. By the time I get used to…