the brink truck

when is a ball bust just a ball bust or when does it cross the line. i guess it is up to the individual. we all have lines that we draw in the sand or sidewalk. and we also have people that know how to obliterate those lines. enough said.



my dilemma is that i live with a true artist. whose brain never shuts off. he wakes up and it is clicking. he may not be ready to express it with conversation or eye contact, but it is firing.



i have learned, although i do not always abide, to leave him alone for a bit in the morning. it is not coffee that he needs, it is time. he does love his coffee and that was already covered in a blog long ago. he needs time. how long. who the fuck knows. when he is ready you will know. i usually find out he is not ready the hard way...



sometimes i bite back. sometimes i retreat. over the years i have learned to pick my battles. this works well with parenting. but should i parent my husband. hell no. most women say you have to...



i fucking refuse. he is not a child. he is as artist. and i am not bashing artists here at all. they are some of the most interesting and fun people around. but this is what i write about. living with one. so get over it if you disagree.



sometimes ball busting is like a game of volleyball. and i say this because i am inspired by watching the olympics. the skill and timing that is involved is so impressive. back and forth. they give and take. land on their ass and still keep going. great stuff.



you know teasing is for the little ones. ball busting is for the adults. boundaries are for everyone. boundaries are taught to us at a young age. they are exercised as adults. too bad that is not always reality.



i understand the rule of three that pertains to comedy. three happens to be my fav number. don't know why, it just is.



maybe that would be helpful for our ball busting sessions. a third party. a boundary guard. or maybe i could be a mind reader so i could tell when it is ok to give as well as recieve.



that would be my power if i was a comic book super hero.

but i have no super powers. just a lot of wit. i need it to be married to a comic. to be married to jeff. not to keep up with him in the funny business though. i need it so i can keep up with me...