Introducing My Hippy Husband

I thought I could share with you some of my husband's insights on being married to this Polish Mama. 

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This week, he has called my Tato (my father) a "Professional Polish Man".  The logic being that since I "blog about being a Professional Polish Woman, [my] Tato is a Professional Polish Man".  Also, he was asking some questions about mead.

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For Christmas, he bought my Tato a bottle of $80 Polish mead and another more reasonably priced bottle of raspberry mead.  Because it's Polish and he googled Polish liquor.  It was delicious, by the way.

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While watching a TV show, he proclaimed "This must be in Poland!"

I asked him why and his answer was that he saw the words "Polski".

When I asked what Polski means, he stated that he had no idea but it was definitely something Polish.

Actually, what he saw was "Poliici" on the back of a Finnish Polish man's uniform.  It means Police in Finnish.

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When he doesn't recognize a recipe and catches me taking pictures of it, he assumes it's Polish.

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He calls trips to Poland "vacation" but I call it "seeing my family".  Vacation and seeing your family are not the same thing.

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He buys me red and green lentils and other "odd" ingredients from the local ethnic store and assumes I know what to do with it.  Sometimes, I do.

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He likes James Brown... And Rick James.  I can't really tell either apart.  He can't tell the difference between Bach and Beethoven.



Na razie...

A Dirty Hippy Husband, His Polish American Wife, and James Brown

Initally, I wasn't really not sure why I asked. We were driving to my husband's marathon this past weekend and it was a long drive.

I turned to him and asked, "Have you ever had anyone ask you why you married me?"

His expression said it all, "Huh? No. That's weird."

In complete honesty, "I can name probably 10 people in the past few months who have asked me that about us. Saying that they can't figure out how you and I got together because we are such opposites."  I prepare to list the people for him.

My husband, "Really? Nobody ever says that to me."

I turn to him, "Seriously? Some of them tell me they asked you the same thing."

My husband, "Nope. Can't recall anyone asking me that."

"Not even so-and-so from older daughter's school?"

My husband, possibly telling the truth right now, "I don't pay attention."

"Really? Because we are a weird combo, don't you think?"

My husband, "So? Who cares?"

"You mean, you don't care that you and I are a weird combo?"

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, "Nope. Don't care. It works for us."

I look at him sideways, trying to read his expression. He looks as though I had asked him whether it bothered him that we didn't like the same ice cream.

I glance at our two gorgeous children sleeping in the backseat (future Miss Poland candidates, in case you don't follow me on Twitter), and listen to a James Brown song he has playing on the radio.

I go back to daydreaming about anything to tune out "Super Freak", even doing math off the top of my head. That was probably the reason I drilled him.

I wonder if other multicultural couples have this same sort of situation...



Edit:   I have been informed that "Super Freak" is Rick James by Smells of Borscht (Bill), who I follow because he and his wife remind me of my husband and myself.  To which, I say, Rick James?  Really?  Dang... Oh well!  Pssssh, like my husband can tell the difference between Tchaikovsky and Bach!