Hubby's Ramblings

Just a note to let everyone stopping by and checking this out that Hubby wrote this last night. He decided to throw his hat in the ring of blogging. So, here it is....

I have never blogged before and I probably would never had started (my life certainly isn’t missing one more thing to do to keep me busy) except for the crazy stuff that I just heard that my brother is going through. I don’t know how else to deal with it and, so, I figured that I would write it down. And, as long as I am writing it down, well, I might as well post it on the internet because, let’s face it, that’s the cool thing to do these days and, even if I can’t be cool in real life, I can certainly be cool on the web. Do I think that anyone actually wants to hear my ramblings about my brother’s ramblings? I assume not but, like I said, it’s more than I could handle in my head alone and, to be honest, I really do not want to tell anyone I know about it – they would never believe me and they’d probably think that I lost my mind!

So, anyway, I got off the phone with my brother just a little while ago. He told me that he was getting a divorce and that he didn’t know how to tell my parents. A divorce!? I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it. I mean, I guess their marriage wasn’t built on much substance. It was more raw emotion. My brother saved her life – outside of Macy’s. That’s how they met. It was last year around this time when people are insane about their Christmas shopping at the mall (I would go on about that but I supposed I should leave something as potentially lengthy as that for a different blog). My brother was wandering around the Macy’s section of the parking lot, trying to remember where he put his car (he had actually parked around by JC Penny’s). This girl coming out of Macy’s paying less attention to where she was going and more attention to the receipt since she was convinced she was not given the full sale price that she was entitled to (or something of that nature, the story goes), steps out into the street. A car that was driving too fast since its driver was probably too frustrated with the disgusting parking situation in the overcrowded lot came racing down the path. My brother happened to be somewhere in the lot that allowed him to see the car heading straight for the girl. He dropped his package (supposedly why I never got a Christmas present from him last year), climbed/jumped over several cars in the parking lot to make his way to the girl, threw himself in front of the path of the car and knocked her out of the way. He was not only hit by the car in the head, but the car kept going, running over him. He got caught in the undercarriage of the car and began to be dragged, all the while the girl is running after him and the car, shouting, “I know your license plate! I know your license plate!” My brother was able manage to unattach himself from the bottom of the car and the car was able to drive off without dragging my brother onto the highway with it. The girl – she didn’t actually know the license plate after all. But, there were enough witnesses that they nailed the moron. And that is how my brother and his wife met. She is accident prone and he likes to pretend he’s a super hero. He actually fought a goose that had it out for her on the night they got engaged. And, so, I come back to: divorced!? I guess after what he just told me I understand why but, really, divorced?

I have to go put the kids down. I’ll write more ASAP.