switching driveways

i have writing about living with my funnyman husband for sometime on myspace. on a whim i decided to park my blog here instead of its usual space. for those of you who really must read them they can be found at www.myspace.com/monkeyblanchard something like that.



anyways...i will give you the readers digest version. i have been married to a local cleveland comic for a few years. it is my second marriage. my first marraige was to a police lieutenant. i literally went from one extreme to another. it took me awhile to figure out that all men are not created equal. they are all, in general, the same. mostly different than women are. not as easy to figure out as we once had thought. throw in kids, money, health and all that shit and you suddenly realize you are doing and saying what, as a young adult, you said you would never do.



now we are all in the thick of life. i am in my mid forties. fuck, i typed it out loud. if you haven't fucked up by now, that fuck up is right around the corner. so instead of going the other way, embrace it.



i digress. the reason i am telling you all of this is becuase i found out AFTER i got married just how different artists truly are. and this will be the reason for my blogs. my pursuit for sanity. my vent. my rant. i truly love my husband so do not think i am merely bitching about him. i live for words. i actually love to argue but do not, no matter what he says, pick fights. i merely embrace them. stay in the scene and hold my ground. and go toe to toe with one of the best comics around. i am his best heckler. sometimes his muse. always his pain...



enough backstory. read the old blogs mentioned in the first paragraph. and blah, blah, blah. you soon will know the rest...