Award Winning Wednesday – Margy At Amusives

Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 22999 – 1063

Really, Herb? You’re going to combine yesterday’s Bloguary prompt, How Do You Show Love and an Award Winning Wednesday? How does that work?

Here’s the haps:

As many of you, especially 𝚕̶𝚘̶𝚗̶𝚐̶𝚜̶𝚞̶𝚏̶𝚏̶𝚎̶𝚛̶𝚒̶𝚗̶𝚐̶ longtime readers will recall, I became jaded by and dreadfully weary of so-called “awards” which were nothing more than glorified chain letters. I wound up cringing when someone would “nominate” me for one. Eventually, I did wind up compromising by answering the questions but leaving all the award and tag stuff off. Now, I know it’s a way to recognize and promote a blog you like but I am loath to do it that way so I decided to create my own awards. There is the Herb Thinks I’m Special award and there is this one, Herb Would Like To Have Coffee With This Blogger Sometime award.

A list of previous winners can be found under my Award Winning Wednesday category if you’re interested.

Since I’m the guy who made up this award and it’s obviously based on my personal tastes, I get to make the rules. Generally speaking, I promote blogs I read regularly myself and have done so for a while. I especially appreciate and try to promote G-rated material for the most part, although I have occasionally done PG or even PG-13. Since a large majority of my readers are exceptionally intelligent I try to share top-notch blogs that you don’t have to be afraid to open up at work or school or anywhere else.

Amusives by Margy is just such a blog. She has categories of humor and art and crafts and Canadian animals that frequent her backyard or their place in Arizona. She does quips and quotes and runs an operation that is just nice and wholesome. Since my award is a true award and not an electronic chain letter and it does not require any backlinks or answering a bunch of questions, or finding a bunch of other bloggers to tag, she can put it in a post or place it on her blog, link to me if she wants, or do nothing whatsoever with it, but I am offering the “Herb likes this blog and would like to have coffee with this blogger (and of course Mrs. Herb and Margy’s husband, The Car Guy) sometime,” award to the humorous, interesting, and just plain nice Margy at Amusives blog.

I am certain that I heard someone say just now, “Well, that’s really nice, Herb. I enjoy it when you do these posts but, erm, ah, you’ve missed the beat, this time, haven’t you? I mean, you have nothing in here about love. What’s love got to do with it, Herb? Ah-hah! We’ve got you now!”

Well, part two of this post is that, directly after I saw the prompt, “How Do You Show Love?” I saw her post, Fifty-Three, But Who’s Counting? She and the Car Guy, as she refers to her husband, have been married for 53 years. Mrs. Herb and I have been married 43 years this coming June. I used to tell people, “I’ve been married 42 years but I must be doing something wrong. It’s only been to one woman.” I quit doing that joke because while a lot of people would laugh sometimes I would touch a nerve I didn’t intend to. “I’ve only been married 10 years but I’m on my third one already.”

One of the most common questions we get, and I know a lot of other people who have been married a while do also, is, “How do you do it?” The answer is simple, really. I don’t know. Not exactly, anyway. In our Godless society marriage becomes more and more increasingly difficult because there was a time that everyone was serious about making a vow before God. Really, no matter the belief system there were vows or oaths or promises made in the presence of God (or Whomever. Many belief systems have eroded away in a similar manner) and these witnesses.

Ultimately, Love is a decision. The twitterpated infatuation goes away eventually and there are times when emotion has nothing to do with it. I will love, honor, and cherish this person as long as we both shall live. For better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. So we might as well make the best of getting along and have fun and enjoy life together. We try to be nice to each other and think about things the other person would like and over the years as we make memories together we wind up having little inside jokes that nobody else could ever understand but, in certain circumstances, can make one or both of us laugh out loud. Or cry.

I’ve made her a playlist and turned one of our love songs into a ringtone for her. And sometimes I will send her a beautiful ballad like this: