and now, a word from my husband...

greetings, blablablog followers. i am and have been one of you for quite some time. before, during, and after falling for jenny, who is now my wife, i followed this blog up and down and back and forth and in and out for hours and days and weeks and months, trying to get a grasp on this not-so-simple, more-than-complicated being known as jenny..... i'm still trying to figure it out. but i do know this: this blog should be made into a miniseries or perhaps become an epic poem. maybe a sitcom, if sitcoms didn't suck. anyways, on to life. jenny and i were married on october 21, 2012. that day and the days leading up to it were the most frightening, wonderful, beautiful, life-changing moments of my brief life. we have fallen into a kind of rhythm of living, knowing, feeling what each other wants, needs, looking out for each other without being too intrusive (at least in her case), being there when support is needed. remember, if you can't be an athlete, be an athletic supporter.
her family are some of the most wonderful people i've ever met. it seems they have done a lot of charity work, which has probably helped them bring me into the fold a little more smoothly. as for my family, that is, the ones that are still alive and still talk to me, everybody loves jenny. my son likes her more than he likes me, which is understandable. i've been nominated, but never quite got father of the year. anyways, enough about me.... let's talk about how you met me. think back, blablablabloggers, look back, if you have to. just a few years back, read, as i have, jenny's thoughts and words upon first encountering the white boy, a strange animal in a foreign land, a lone wolf running through the night, seeing strange things, strange places, strange people, pretty much a lonely guy... anyways, i digress. more about me. read back, blablabloggers, back back back: 2010, 2009: the early accounts of white boy on the blog. you'll agree it's as if she saw a bigfoot walking through the woods, or a chupacabra flying through the night. she seemed interested, intrigued, but not quite sure what to make of this.... JAMES!!! i still enjoy laying back and reading her account of our first encounters. i read her blog now for pleasure, not to try to find out who her attempted suitors are so i can merrily beat them to a pulp. that jealous maniac has passed away. he died during the wedding ceremony. resurrection is improbable. for all you christians, jesus did it, but i'm not god's son, although i have been officially dead three times, defibrillated back to life. jesus only died once. i'm not saying i'm better than him, but i did die three times, and it didn't take me three day to come back. anyway, i'm getting off track again. i don't know how long this will be up here. jenny doesn't know i'm doing this.... you're welcome to leave comments, hopefully nice ones. if you choose to sling mud upon my words, leave your comment as anonymous. it'll be safer for you.
i'm going to go make out with my wife after having a cigarette. i'm going to have a cigarette, that is. not my wife. she doesn't smoke. don't think bad thoughts about my wife. if you choose to leave rude, mean, off-color, jealous, sexually obscure comments on her blog, please be anonymous. it'll be safer for you.... hey! am i repeating myself? ... no answer, eh? it doesn't really matter, does it?
this blog is kind of fun. i'm thinking about getting my own blog. i'm wondering what kind of blog i would like, sort of like choosing a dog -- you want to raise it the right way, teach it the right things, try not to have it bite people who don't deserve it. what about you? do you have a blog, or do you just read this one? would you read mine, if i chose to start one? you're welcome to.
i guess that's it for now. so i, james a page, aka whiteboy james, aka the bulldog, aka mayor of misery, aka worm, aka put your hands up!!!!, also known in some circles as "you there," am signing off for now. i'm glad you're reading this instead of surfing porn. good night, all. i have one piece of fried chicken left. i'm going to eat it, have a cigarette, and make out with my wife. by the way, her name's jenny. this is her blog. nighty-night. :D