Apr
08
Why I Like My Wife (Naomi)
Hi everyone, Jamie from IttyBiz here. It’s about 5 am here on Tuesday morning, Jack is as asleep as he’ll ever be and Naomi is sleeping blissfully unaware that I have hijacked her little home business blog for this one post. Believe me, when she realizes it I’m sure there will be more than a few computer passwords changed around our house.
Before I get started with the real reason I called you all here, let me take care of a few administrative things that may help minimize the amount of damage I sustain when Naomi finds out about this. First – please read her post Home Business Mistakes: What Would You Do Differently?. By doing so you will ensure I will not have to hear about how I knocked her most recent post off the front page of her blog. Secondly, please do not let her know about this on Twitter. We all know how often she is on Twitter and I need the time to come up with a good alibi proving that this could not possibly be me writing this right now. Thanks for your support.
So, without any further ado, let’s get to it. The title of this piece is “Why I like My Wife”, and it will be about exactly that. Oh, and for the record I am stone cold sober right now. Not that that should be surprising or anything.
She doesn’t let me get away with any crap.
Out of all my friends and family, Naomi knows me the best. She knows me better than I know myself. This is awesome because whenever I am in a quandary she can tell me exactly what I should do. Not in a bad, domineering way, but in a “If you don’t do x you will be really pissed off with yourself”, and she is always right. Always. It’s kinda scary.
She lets me try anything.
When I had a job I really didn’t like, she was the first one to tell me to leave. Even though it was her turn to stop working and stay at home, she surprised me at work on my lunch hour one day and said to me “Guess what? I got a job. Now you can go quit yours.” I did, that afternoon. We hadn’t even really spoken about me quitting, she just knew how much I didn’t like going to work in the morning. When I wanted to try out going back to school, she was behind me all the way. When school didn’t work out, she didn’t blame me or complain about the wasted tuition money. She simply told me that school wasn’t working, it was worth a try but it was time to move on to other and better things.
She is patient.
For the last 7 months or so I have been at home and watching over Jack. She has seen me struggle at times trying to take care of our son but never once has she tried to tell me the “right” way to do it (unless of course I asked her to). She has always let me find my own way to do things and my relationship thus far with our son has been awesome because of it.
There are a lot more reasons but I am not the writer Naomi is and I won’t bother you nice people any longer. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest. Oh, BTW- if you happen to be in the London Ontario area anytime after Tues, April 8th be sure to stop by and visit me at Victoria Hospital, which is where I’ll be once Naomi has read this. She does not like surprises.
Thanks again!
Jamie
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Ahahahah this is absolutely great :) Nothing more to add !
Jamie, I think Naomi is extremely lucky to have such a caring husband. She may not like surprises, but I can’t see how she wouldn’t love such a caring gesture! Way to go, both of you.
Excellent! Wonder how soon the funeral arrangements will be announced?
But seriously, this is great. What a wonderful public gesture. She should feel touched and grateful. Almost makes me want to do something nice for my wife. Almost.
I hope you are running as far away as you can! I know if my wife posted on my blog I would be upset, but if it’s as something as heartfelt as this then my anger would be dissipate quickly.
Good luck Jamie. I hope you make it.
What a wonderful post!! I can say that because my husband is safely at work without access to the blog world…
Thanks for sharing..sounds like you are both very lucky to be together.
Dude. You’re gonna make me sniffle and shit. It’s not manly.
It’s also a good thing you found Naomi first. Considering the support she provides me, I’d say you have the best thing going having that 24/7 – and I envy you that.
Now. Do you want a charitable donation, flowers, or a rockin’ wake?
“never once has she tried to tell me the “right” way to do it “.
I was never able to do that. You are a lucky guy. :)
Awww, that is sweet. You guys are awesome!
I almost crapped my pants when I saw the title in my feedreader because I thought it was my husband posting in his blog about me, lol! There needs to be more Naomi’s in this world.
Smashing! Great work. : )
good luck with living :)
YOU FUCKING HIJACKED MY BLOG! WHILE I SLEPT!
haha – good stuff, hope you have finger to type with tomorrow.
Damn Jamie,
I wished you were single before this, ’cause I trusted Naomi to know you are awesome. Now I am so jealous I am going to put my head pillow and scream.
Naomi,
Love that man forever, darlin’, he’s a rare breed. Having dated a few mongrels, and sadly married one, I know.
HOW CUTE!
Regards,
Kelly
my head IN A pillow :)
sniffling too hard to notice my typing made no sense, obviously
Well, I came back just to see how Naomi reacted.
Not too bad. I expected worse, really.
@Naomi-Wow. Supremely envious.
@Jamie-run fast and then let her catch you “to wreck her havoc upon you ” :)
Phew! What is in that Canadian water? Could you bottle it and send some down here?
Ahhh, thanks for sharing. Best to you both,
Jan
Oh, Naomi, don’t kill him. He’s too adorable to kill. How many people out there have spouses willing to incur our wrath just to let strangers know how much in love with their wives they are?
That started to become problematic in the pronoun realm somewhere in the middle, but I don’t care, for the combination of envy and awwwwwww has gone to my head, and now I need to lie down and think of England. Or various otherwise wonderful menfolk I know, who have never done this for me. A-HEM!
Well played, Jamie. Well played indeed.
You know what?
I thought about it for a minute, and -
::CLANG!!!!::
That was my gauntlet, being thrown down. We are officially nemeses. Your husband just pushed my envy right over the edge.
Aw, Jamie, you are a good guy. Too bad you will be dead soon.
Good luck Jamie. Nice meeting you. See you on the other side…
I hate all of you. You’re supposed to be on my side. So much for *loyal* readers.
Bitches. ;-)
Here’s why Naomi is a marketing wiz:
she created IttyBiz, which is a place to learn from real persons:
how to attract, interact with, and benefit those precious, loyal clients/customers/readers while exchanging what is of VALUE.
Jamie’s sweet love note is a perfect example of how to do what IttyBiz urges us all to do:
We want to play at a higher level, so we don’t trade crap — we support straight talk and tough love.
We want the dead bodies of our brilliant failings to pile into a ladder toward our next success — so we allow ourselves to try anything, and encourage those around us to do so, as well.
We want to grasp tight, so we must trust enough to open our grip — we know that patience is mother nature’s schedule, and we trust that, with patience, we become better at everything. Even at failing brilliantly.
Jaimie may have failed brilliantly at respecting his wife’s business privacy. But he succeeded heartily at expressing all that this site, this blogger, this woman teaches us every time we visit — intentionally or (as Jaimie demonstrates) not.
Thanks to both of you. Always a take-away that brings me back.
@Everyone: Thanks for all of your concern. Naomi took pity on me and I am still alive. Also, I think she was unable to kill me because her motive was all over the internet.
@ Jamie: Kudos Jamie! Awesome. Has Naomi been holding on something that made you make this move?? ;-)
@ Naomi: You got yourself one heck of a deal. I can see you go after quality stuff :-)
Jamie you are the shit!
Jamie,
You have a brother, right? :-)
Well played, Jamie. And I think it was incredibly manly – as few men are brave enough to gamble their own bodily health for the chance to see their partners smile. I could see you wincing and preparing for the punch the whole time you were writing. Well played. I think I know what I’ll post about next February…