Guy's Night

There are times when I can't write about what just happened because I need time to digest it all. If I were to write about it right after it happened...who knows what I would say. This takes me to Guy's Night at our house. There's a fight on, of course, isn't there always? It's at my house and my husband's not known for feeding people. So we decide this time we'll actually feed the guests. We head to...where else, COSTCO. My husband asks "What would you serve at an MMA party?" Well, I've never personally held an MMA party so I don't know. If I were having a normal girl party there would be mini sandwiches, some dips, may be fruit or vegetable platter and my favorite, there would be mini-quiches. As my husband sticks his nose up at my "girly" foods I tell him, "What do you want? I'm a girl." What do guys want to eat? Pizza and beer? Not much to that. Then we find it...the perfect "Guy's Night" food...Chicken Wings and Bar Mix; Messy, juicy Mesquite BBQ Wings and a trail mix. It's as if the heaven's opened up and said, "Here is the answer to your problem." After coming home and cooking up the wings I had to try just one. Holy Cow were they good. I figure there will be plenty, maybe even leftovers. There were only going to be a few guys tonight.

I come back hours later to find a huge plate full of bones. "Where's my wings?" Someone has eaten them all. What the... But at least the food was a success. Guy food for a guy party!

The first WarMMA Wives Club is now in session!

So it's just about time to call it a night. You put the kids to bed, pick up toys, wash the dishes and you think, "mmm...maybe I feel a bit frisky tonight". You go out to the living room thinking, my husband won't say no to ALL THIS...then you see it... He's watching it... No, it's not porn, it's not The Girls Next Door, it's not even COPS...It's MMA FIGHTING!!!! Now, I guess I'll just go to bed because there is nothing in this world, even a naked wife, that would keep him from his MMA. I could be laying in bed naked as a jaybird and he's never going to come to bed, or at least not until I fall asleep. One night I went to bed, fell asleep, woke up hours later to use the ladies room (come on, I'm a mom - I can't go a full night without getting up), it's 2am and he's still up watching fights. How many fights can he watch? How many fights are there? Oh, now I get it...That's why we got a DVR. Now he can watch fights all frickin' night long. He says he's "working" late which is code for "I missed a fight and I have to catch up". Once I told my husband that on the days he watches any kind of fighting, there will be no "fun" after the kids are in bed. I don't know if I have actually kept that deal because I have lost track of the fight watching.

So, my purpose of this blog is to help other "MMA Widows" help keep things in check. Maybe learn a few terms that make your husband think you actually care about this stuff. I tried watching once: some guy got his lip cut open, straight through, cut wide open. As a mom, I can handle myself with the blood thing while I'm makin' sure my kids are ok; but it's a whole different story when some dude's lip is split in half and he's spewing blood all over his opponent and the floor. That's just nasty. All I kept thinking was, "Someone's going to have to wash that floor and try to get the blood out of that guys shorts." Luckily it wasn't me!

Until next time....