You may have read this already—I linked to it recently, and some of you may have read it when I originally posted it back in April. In any case, I’m reposting it with an addendum.
It was one year ago today that Mr. Weebles finished radiation and chemotherapy. He is one of the most extraordinary people I have ever had the privilege to know.
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This may be my very last blog entry because Mr. Weebles may kill me after he reads it. He’s a private guy, and he probably won’t love that I’m devoting an entire entry to him. But I’m doing it anyway. (What can I say, honey, you knew what you were getting into when you married me.)
I’ve mentioned Mr. Weebles in many entries here, and you’ve even seen comments from the man himself. Now I want to tell you more about him.
The first thing you need to know about Mr. Weebles that he is truly awesome. He doesn’t even know how awesome he is, which makes him even more awesome.
We’ve been married for almost 6 years—our anniversary is nigh—and we’ve been together for about 8 years total. Before I met Mr. Weebles, I had pretty rotten luck with relationships. During my dating life I encountered textbook examples of almost every disorder listed in the DSM-IV.
And because dating in NYC is only slightly less painful than tweezing your legs, I decided to cast as wide a net as possible to meet guys. I went online. That’s how I met Mr. Weebles. In fact, I saw his profile and wrote down his profile name so that I could write to him. But he beat me to it—I got a message from him the next day. And that’s how it started.
I knew pretty quickly that he was The One. Many, many years ago I asked my mother, “How do you know when a guy is the right one?” And she said, “You’ll just know.” At the time I thought it was a load of horse shit (sorry Mom), but of course she was right. With Mr. Weebles, I just knew.
He and I are very similar—sometimes when two people are so much alike it can cause friction, but in our case it’s just comical. One of us will say, “I want to use the brain today, you got to use it yesterday!” because we finish each other’s sentences and thoughts so often that it creeps me out in the best possible way. We get annoyed by the same things (although to be fair, he doesn’t get nearly as annoyed as I do), our neuroses compliment each other’s, we care about the same things, and we have the same sensibilities and opinions about how life should be.
He puts up with my crankiness. He tolerates the fact that I’m a Yankee fan (he is not). He takes it in stride when I’m randomly bitchy. He humors me when I do silly things. He talks me off the ledge when I’m really upset or worried. And I’m very lucky to have found a guy who can cook, is handy around the house, takes out the trash more often than I do, and often gets my coffee ready for me in the morning when I’m running late. Plus, he’s 6’3″ so he can reach stuff on the top shelves.
Mr. Weebles is a very funny guy. He doesn’t just make me laugh—he makes me cackle. I don’t know how he thinks of half the stuff he says. His brain just works so quickly, and it works in amazing ways. He’ll make some off-the-cuff comment about something on television or whatever, and invariably it will be the cleverest, funniest thing I ever heard. (Until the next time he says something clever and funny.) I always wonder, “How does he DO that??” And he has one of the most creative minds of anyone I know. If you could attach a megaphone to his head and hear him think of things, you’d laugh your ass off at how funny he is and how many great ideas he has.
He’s the kindest, most decent soul I’ve ever known. I don’t mean that in a treacly sort of way. I mean that he is truly the best person I know. He has an extremely honest, caring, and thoughtful nature. There is more integrity in his toenail clippings than many people have in their entire bodies. And he has a great deal of compassion. Stories about injustice upset him deeply. He’s far more savvy about world events and politics than I am, so he knows about all the awful things going on here and around the world. When he hears about the latest corruption scandal or about people who are being mistreated in some way, he gets riled up to the extent that you’d think it happened to him personally. And I mean that as a compliment; it’s one thing to think, “Gee, what a shame,” but it’s another thing to contemplate how these miscarriages of justice affect us all somehow. Mr. Weebles does that. If he were ever to inflict pain on someone, it would be because that person deserved it in spades.
But the acid test, of course, for determining whether people are truly good, is seeing them interact with animals. When Mr. Weebles and I first started dating, I had a cat whom I’ll call Kitty Emeritus because she’s in the Great Catnip Patch in the Sky now (although she never did like catnip so I’m not sure how thrilled she is about that). Kitty Emeritus was a fearless cat with a ridiculously well-developed sense of entitlement. You had to work hard to impress her. She was friendly and tolerant of every human I ever saw her with, and she usually gravitated towards men (I was so proud of her for that). But she loved Mr. Weebles. And the three cats we have now—the Weeblettes—also love him like crazy. They climb all over him and follow him around the house. And as anyone who has ever had a cat knows, when you have the love and trust of a cat, it’s because you’ve earned it. Mr. Weebles has earned it and then some. He’s the best Kitty Daddy a feline could hope for.
But wait! There’s more!
I learned that the awesome Mr. Weebles is more extraordinary than I even knew already. I found out in a way that people shouldn’t have to find out, but sometimes these things happen.
Last year Mr. Weebles was diagnosed with cancer, at the age of 40. Ironically—and cruelly—this cancer was a long-term side effect of the radiation treatment he received for an entirely different type of cancer when he was 21. Last summer he went through surgery, radiation (different type of radiation than the first time, fortunately), and chemotherapy, and now he’s doing great with an excellent prognosis. Overall it could have been much, much worse, but it still sucked pretty royally. For those of you who have cared for sick loved ones, you know how awful it is to see them suffer. It was brutal, knowing there wasn’t much I could do while Mr. Weebles went through treatment. All I could do was focus on the light at the end of the tunnel and keep him as comfortable and as stress free as possible in the meantime.
What I discovered, though, was that Mr. Weebles is one tough hombre. Even tougher than I thought. He’s fucking badass. The radiation and chemo regimen he endured was nasty. He hated going through treatment, but he did it. And he did it with class and dignity.
If I were in his shoes, I would have been spitting fire. Having cancer? Again? At the age of 40? Because of the treatment for the first cancer? I would have been mad at the entire world. I would have been a raging, self-pitying, sobbing basketcase and I would have been mean as hell.
But not Mr. Weebles. He was very upset, of course. And as far as I’m concerned he would have had every right to be a raging, self-pitying, sobbing basketcase himself. But he just has a different perspective on things—maybe because he’s been through this before, maybe not. Doesn’t matter. He just did what he had to do. And he was still polite to everyone. He was like a cowboy who rides into town, gets into a vicious shootout with the bad guys, drives them out of town, and then tips his hat, riddled with bullet holes, saying, “Bye, folks, be seein’ ya.” Fucking badass.
Watching him go through such an ordeal gave me an even greater appreciation for him and everything he’s about. I’m insanely proud of him. He inspires me to be a better human being. The world needs more people like Mr. Weebles.
If I could just get him to wear a combat uniform or some sort of Victorian gentleman’s outfit, he’d be perfect.
Happy almost anniversary to Mr. & Madame Weebles: love & light to both of you.
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Thank you so much, Julie!
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Great tribute. Very moving. But, for me, it’s all about the writing. And this is written very well. Good job. All joy. HF
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Thank you very much, I consider that to be very high praise. Also, you probably already know this, but you have the perfect writerly name.
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Gee sounds like a pretty great guy. Pretty sure I’ve never met the person you describe, but I’ll keep my eyes open.
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Mr. Weebles, ladies and gentlemen.
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Damn. I thought the whole “weebles” things was just a good laugh; an alter ego, an imaginary character, fiction for the fun of it.
Right up until I read this post.
I’ve seen too much of what you two have been through. To go through it without bitter feelings speaks volumes. You’re right, the world does need more people like Mr. Weebles.
I hope when almost turns to anniversary it’s a major badass day (in a combat outfit victorian-suited kind of way).
Cheers!
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Thank you very much, Nigel! The Weebles are a fun motif, but sometimes real life breaks through.
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Divine.. That was the most lovely tribute. Also, I think you might be my long lost semi-short-fused soul sister. Maybe you write/communicate too well as I’m somewhat in love with your husband now. Does he have any brothers? Even a second cousin might do. Happy anniversary!
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Thank you!! Mr. Weebles does have a brother but unfortunately he’s married as well. But when we get that cloning machine working, I’ll send you a Mr. Weebles hot off the conveyor belt.
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Score!
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Tagged: Love. By you & then again by your readers.
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Garsh. But don’t tell Mr. Weebles about that tag. He’ll think I’m fond of him or something.
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It’s all a roll of the dice and I am so relieved Mr. Weeble’s got a 7.
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Thanks CD—yeah, it really is a crap shoot, isn’t it.
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Happy anniversary, Mrs Weebles! And to the Mister, too. I feel like I know him better, now. A virtual toast–to your love for one another!
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Thank you my friend — and a happy belated one to you!
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Happy anniversary and many more to the two of you. I’ve been there and can imagine what you are going through. Blessings and best wishes.
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Thank you so much!!
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I love following blogs about shiny happy couples, and it looks like I just found one 🙂
LOL @ “… integrity in his toenail clippings than many people have in their entire bodies…”
I’m not sure about your mother’s comment that you’ll just know when you meet the right one. But I do know that the “right one” will easily bring out the best in you. A man that can turn an old cranky 44yr old lady into a bright cheery YOUNG 44yr old is most definitely the right one! Gratz on your near-anniversary 🙂
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Thanks Chris! Mr. Weebles is a good egg. He hasn’t turned me into Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, but he’s still a good egg. 😉
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*wipes tear*
So. Awesome.
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Aw, thank you, my friend!
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Beautiful story. Hope your hubby is doing well now
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He’s doing great–thank you very much!!
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great to hear!
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Wow. I had no idea about this, but your post today (6/27) lead me here. I luv ya even more now and your Mr. Weebs sounds so wonderful. Loved. this.
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He’s a good egg, that Mr. Weebles. And he hasn’t even gotten a big head from my telling him that. That’s how good an egg he is. 😀
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Awe, this is so incredible! Mr. Weebles ROCKS… and I want a T-shirt that says so… Good, badass men are so hard to find. Happily for me, I may have married one of the only other badass sweetheart out there 😉
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Yay for your badass sweetheart, andi—we’re lucky to have found them! 🙂
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Tears reading this… Love that Mr. Weebles is so seriously badass! And what an amazing tribute!
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Congratulations and warm hugs to you both!
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That was perhaps the awesomest thing I have ever read. Go, team Weebles! May you two have many, many more decades of almost-and-actual anniversaries.
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Many thanks, Mike!
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One Riot – One Ranger
Love this with all my heart. Hope he doesn’t kill ya. That would be bad. 😉
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Thanks Honie! Fortunately I am still alive. And yeah, Mr. Weebles is Texas Ranger style badass.
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loved it the first time around and now, after following you since.. I love it and you even more (smile)
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Thanks A—your hub sounds pretty darned swell too.
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(smile, he is)
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Weebs, great landmark day! Love to you and your wonderful hubby.
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Thanks Cathy! He’s having a PET scan next week, so a clean bill of health will be an even nicer day to celebrate. Fingers crossed!
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Yes, that will be awesome! Sending lots of positive energy your way! 🙂
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Thanks for reposting this. Fuckin’ love reading about badasses. Wish we were neighbors.
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Thank you so much, SocietyRed! I would enjoy being neighbors with you. I make great cookies and I like to share.
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Oh! The perfect neighbor! And cookies! The perfect food!
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That is a beautiful post – you are both lucky to have each other –
I can’t even imagine how he lived through cancer (mentally) once, much less twice.
Thank you for reposting – I didn’t get to see it the first time – back in April I wasn’t even aware of blogging (unless if was for a newspaper)…I appreciate you sharing that part of you life with us –
I’m lucky to have a similar Weeble in my life – witty, intelligent, funny, caring… all those great things we love!
Ta!
Me
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That’s what gets me too, Rutabaga—once is bad enough but TWICE?? May all of the Weebles in our life wobble and not fall down.
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Oh you bettcha!
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wow this is the best thing I have read in a long long time– such wonderful love shared, such respect you have for him and I am sure he for you — though he has had to go through some really bad stuff, he came through it as wonderful as ever — this is totally inspiring – makes me want to be a bettter person too!
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He really did come through it as wonderful as ever, LouAnn. He’s truly an inspiration.
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Fucking badass is right.
Congrats on all counts and I sincerely hope this isn’t your last post 😉
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Thank you so much, Lyssapants–and as you can see, my life has been spared!
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So wonderful to read about a couple who love and support each other. Glad he’s in the clear. You both seem like amazing people.
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Thanks Carrie–he’s one of the good ones. And he puts up with me, so you know he must be a prince among men.
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Yes, I’ve got one of those myself. 🙂
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Weebs, Happy Anniversary to you and your man. It is so true, when you know you know. He sounds like a very special person and I know he’d have to be to be married to you, such a sweet, caring and loving soul. I hope you two have a wonderful day! I am “lucky” like you and so glad I have a very special person myself who KNOWS me. This sounds like what you have and you two, being the strong kindred souls you are — met exactly when you needed to and were supposed to — to love and be there for each other. Congrats, my friend and here’s to decades and decades of glorious anniversaries! xxoo
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Thank you so much, Brigitte—our anniversary was actually back when I originally posted this, but this anniversary, of his finishing treatment, is just as big!
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Wow. That’s all I got. Now excuse me while I go bawl.
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Yeah. I cried when I wrote this.
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This was so awesome and was very touching to read. Mr. Weebles rules. Thanks for re-sharing it!
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I could have called it Tales of a Charm City Guy but I didn’t.
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What a man! Amazing. I loved reading this post. I also just ‘knew’ when I met my husband. It was after one date. I told everyone I would marry him and they all told me I was nuts. We’ve been married 12 years now and together for over 14. I feel blessed as I’m sure you do.
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Congratulations to you as well! Yeah, people thought I was being silly when I told them Mr. Weebles was The One too. But sometimes you just know.
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Mr. Weebs sounds beyond awesome. I like the image of him tipping his bullet riddled hat as he rides out of town. He sounds like a cool cat. I’m glad you found each other – what a blessing to have someone in your life who brings you so much joy. Happy Anniversary to a great couple! Xoxo
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He is indeed a cool cat, Grippy. Thank you so much for your kind wishes. And our own cool cats love him to death, so you know he’s got to be good people!
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Great tribute … and on your anniversary as well. Even though he doesn’t like your Yankees, does he at least like baseball? 😉 …. Congratulations … and continued strength with that other battle. 🙂
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He’s from Maryland, so he’s an Orioles fan. Until this year, he really had very little to live for. His hatred of the Yankees was the only thing keeping him going, the poor thing. Thank you for your understanding of this particular struggle, Frank.
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Oh my … the current race must be a lot of fun at the House of Weebles!
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First things first… Is Mr. Weebles a Mets fan? The poor man has to deal with both cancer AND the Mets. It’s a really good thing he has you to help soften the blows. Happy Anniversary!
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I don’t know if he could have handled chemo, radiation, AND the train wreck that is the Mets, Lovely. He’s an Orioles fan (he’s from Baltimore), which presents its own challenges, namely, being in the same division as the Yankees. Poor guy. Even Job didn’t have to put up with cancer AND Yankee fandom.
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I’ve never read this before, so it was nice to get a look at the wonderful Mr. Weebles. He really lives up to the slogan, “Weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down.” May you both live long and prosper, adopt many kitty children, and finally work out a custody agreement on the brain.
And may neither one of you ever have to see the inside of a hospital again except for happy reasons, like negative test results.
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Bless you, purplemary!! He’ll be getting his next PET scan this week, so I’m keeping my fingers, toes and eyes crossed for negative results!
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I like this. Libriumia and I both thought the ‘Just know’, thing was bullshit too, until it happened to us, also on line. We’ve been married now for nearly a year and have a gorgeous little girl. Life,s never been better. What ever that instinctive knowledge was, it has turned out to exactly right.
And Mr Weebles sounds great, the sort of guy I would like to have a drink with. To display dignity like that in such difficult circumstances is truly admirable.
And that Yankees thing has gotta be tough….
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Hello, UM, and welcome!! It’s funny how many people “just know” when they’ve met the right person. Kudos to you and Libriumia too! Mr. Weebles would probably enjoy having a drink wtih you as well—if for no other reason than to commiserate over the Yankee thing.
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Happy almost anniversary Mr Weebles! And if you ever decide to clone yourself could I have one please? Thanks, Meeks
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As soon as we get that cloning machine up and running, the first one off the assembly line will be yours, Meeka!
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-sniff- Thank you both! I feel so warm and fuzzy now. 🙂
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Oh Weebs, you’ve excellled yourself (with two L’s, not three, though actually I think three L’s is fitting). Happy Anniversary! So good that you have an exceptional Mr Weebs… I have too (not a Mr Weebles, there can only be one Mr Weebles) but mine’s good too… 🙂
PS. I keep reading your blog title as ‘fear no weevils’ as that’s something my sister and have joked about since the year dot. 😉
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Thank you Val, and thank you for reblogging this! I’m glad you have a Weebles-type man too. They’re pretty groovy. Also, funny you should mention “fear no weevils” because lately I’ve been getting search terms like “keeping weebles out of flour.”
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You’re welcome. As for those weebles, yep, definitely need to keep ’em out of the flour! 😉
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I loved reading this. It reminds me of the fact that The One can be real, and that good, strong, kind people exist. Seems like a great man you’ve got there, Mme! I feel sory for both of you for the unfairness of cancer you had to go through, but apparently, you’ve made the best out of it (as far as that is possible) and you’ve been there together and stuff. You guys must be a kick-ass couple! Hopefully one day you’ll be old together, playing scrabble or something, or bingo.
Give Mister Weebles a hug from me, for being such a great, brave creature who brings you so much joy!
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O, and I remember your Kitty Emeritus! Being approved of by the cat is the best guarantee you can get! 🙂
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It’s true, NBI! That’s the deal sealer. Thank you so much for your sweet words and wishes. I will give him a hug from you!
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Congratulations! Lovely post. Cheers to you both (it’s almost 2pm here so I’m well overdue a drink)
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I hope you had a drink for me too, Joe.
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Yeah, I had loads. Everything and everyone was toasted
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I hope he reads this. I hope you force him to read the entire thing!
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I did make him read the whole thing, John. And he still let me live!
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Wow, he IS extraordinary!
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That was one of the BEST posts, I’ve ever read! Mr. Weebles is amazing. Sometimes, you meet someone so special and selfless they change your life forever. What a great guy.
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Muchas gracias, Chica B! He’s a good ‘un.
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He sounds fabulous, Weebles. Happy anniversary to you both. It is a wonderful thing indeed to find The One at all, let alone spend eight years with them. Many more to you both.
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Thank you Kate—I really lucked out!
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xoM
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Hugs!
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He may say he wouldn’t want you to write this but that’s his tough side talking.
Sounds like you landed a great guy. Please tell me he’s not a Mets fan though.
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Nope, not a Mets fan. Just a long-suffering Orioles fan. Bless his heart.
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Congratulations on Team Weeble hitting a grand slam home run! You will need to determine which of the ballparks it was hit out of, though. And here’s to many more decades of symbiotic love and devotion.
(Friday was mine and Mr. One Track’s 39th). It’s encouraging how many comments indicate that they are also in a loving, committed relationship.
-Nikki
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Happy anniversary to you and Mr. One Track, Nikki!! I wish you many many more happy years to come. As for ballparks, I’m going to go with Comerica Park in Detroit, because the outfield is 400+ feet deep, one of the deepest outfields in MLB.
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It was hard to hit “like” on a post about cancer. I wish there was a “I am supporting you” button.
You hit the jackpot with him! What a lovely tribute to him, and your love for each other. How is his health now?
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I did indeed hit the jackpot, Robin! He’s doing great at the moment, he’s having a PET scan next week and hopefully will get another “all clear” result.
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Fingers and toes crossed!
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Came here from Val’s.
I like you, and Mr. Weebles. Not the least for the obvious appreciation you have for each other, but largely because you and he are fucking badass.
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Welcome, Whether Weather!! Thank you so much for your comment—it makes you fucking badass too.
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I thought I’d sneak in before the onslaught of comments, ‘cept I didn’t, obviously.
A beautiful hommage to a loved one. A More than loved one. It seems to me you’ve met and married a wonderful human, as is an appropriate match to your wonderful humaness.
I hope that one day, for whatever reason, our paths will cross in real life, and I will have the honour of knowing the Mister first hand. And you, of course. Thanks for sharing him with us.
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And these are just comments from the regulars! Mr. Weebles is indeed a wonderful human being. One day hopefully you will meet him–we have Canadian friends down here so he already speaks the language. He already knows to add “eh?” to the ends of his sentences. And he likes maple syrup (I do not). You’ll probably have a better time with him than with me, come to think of it.
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Well, he’s welcome anytime. He can even bring his maple syrup hatin’ wife. That’s like hating puppies or magic. Only the soulless do it.
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Nobody ever accused me of having a soul, really. But Mr. Weebles does magic tricks, so that should offset my maple-syrup dislike, hopefully.
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You’ve won this time Weebles. But I’ll be back!
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MWAH-HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAH!!!
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I’m glad you re-posted this, Madame… it’s so well-written and heartfelt…
it’s like… it’s like I’m virtually incapable of my traditional snark at this point.
And that’s really saying something. My very best to Mr. W… I’m THRILLED to hear that he’s doing so much better now… he sounds like a h**l of a guy!
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Thank you, Sig! This is one of my VERY FEW snark-free posts—although I give Mr. Weebles plenty of snark in person. He’s doing great now, hopefully he’ll stay that way! Fucking cancer.
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What an amazing post! You’ve quite a catch there, Madame, and I’m glad to hear that the mister is doing well now.
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Whassup, Mo? Yes, I’m a lucky gal, and thankfully he’s doing very well now! Thank you so much!
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This is a truly touching post. Awesome.
Be careful though. You know what they say about the male ego 😉 (though Mr. Weebles seems cool enough to handle it.)
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Oh, believe me, Peaches, if I thought he would get a big head about this, well, I probably would have written it anyway. 😀 But you’re right, he’s cool enough to handle it.
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What a truly inspirational post! Thank you for sharing it. I too hvae the same kind of opinion of my own Mr Weebles and it’s good to know there are such connected and devoted couples out there!
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you have your own Mr. Weebles—everyone should have someone like that. Thank you for visiting!
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He sounds like an awesome guy, that Mr. Weebles, but you sound pretty awesome yourself. I think being part of such a great team helped get him through. Happy for you both. Congrats. And congrats on being Freshly Pressed. A deserving post.
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Hi muddledmom! Yes, I think Mr. Weebles and I make a good team. Thank you so much for your kind comments!!
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Love the Mr Weebles story, Madame W – and the story of two of you. Congrats on being freshly pressed! 🙂
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Hi bodhisattva, great to see you. Thank you so much!!
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Awesome post! Mr. Weebles reminds me of my grandpa *sniffle*. Really cool story and congrats!
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Then your grandpa must have been one hell of a great man. Thank you for stopping by!
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He really was! He wouldn’t ever talk about it or brag because he was so damn humble, but I inherited his collection of medals from the war. He participated in D-Day and brought home (during his career) a purple heart, two bronze stars, multiple ribbons and other various merit awards. He was the best man I ever knew.
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You’re a pleasure to read; don’t stop! Hope your hubby’s feeling better.
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Hello Vincent! Many thanks for your kind thoughts–he’s doing great!
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When I was a kid the big sell on these in the UK was with a jingle that I’ve never, ever forgotten; “Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down”….so actually, given the circumstances….., they are possibly the most appropriate motif you could have picked for this post 🙂
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You’re so right, Anna—I came up with the Weeble motif when I first started my blog, but in the case of Mr. Weebles, it really is the most appropriate analogy!
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A good post deserving of a wider viewing…congrats.
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Hey RRD! Thank you!
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Great Post!
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Many thanks!
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Whoa! Freshly Pressed! I am so stinking proud to call you my blogging friend!
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And I am proud to call you my blogging friend as well, Robin. Thanks!
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I love Weebles. Be well.
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Hey, asoulwalker, how are you? So glad you stopped by!
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Still kickn’! Don’t get to close.
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So cute! Sounds like you guys have a marriage to envy. Does Mr. Weebles have a single brother?? lol
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I’m afraid he doesn’t, reluctantwritergirl. But my cloning device is almost ready to go, so as soon as the Weebles clones start rolling off the assembly line, I’ll send you one.
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Soon I will be telling people about how I knew you before Freshly Pressed! My congrats to Monsieur and Madame Weebles!
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That’s true, Bharat, you and I go way back. Thank you very much, sir!!
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You’re most welcome!
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My eyes welled up when I read this. Truly. I have a person whom I cherish and could write pages about how we just get each other.
Mr. Weebles sounds really precious and I wish him well. I also think he’s really lucky to have found a woman with such passion and respect for him, in you. Congrats on being Freshly pressed! My belief in the FP system is restored!
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It’s wonderful that you found someone like that as well, aparnauteur. Everyone should be so lucky. And thank you for the compliment, much appreciated!!
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Freshly Pressed, bo-yyyyy! Congrats, Weebs! Welcome to the club!
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Thanks lady!!! I am in good company, I see!
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A truly inspiring story! Loved all the details and all your words.
And cats do make life better after you’ve earned their trust 🙂
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Hi Renate! Thank you very much! You obviously know cats well, yes? 🙂
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Hooray for Madame Weebles! Congrats! 🙂
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Hey buddy!! Thank you!!
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Awesome. Everyone should have a Mr. Webbles, right? http://www.segmation.wordpress.com
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I absolutely agree! Thank you so much for visiting!
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As if you haven’t heard this enough, I’ll go ahead and share my piece. I got shivers down my spine when I read this. I’ve only been in love once truly, and recently I thought I was on my way. Hate to say but everything you described I was experiencing, until I realized that the guy was totally interested in someone else. We didn’t share so much as one kiss. Which makes me doubt the whole “when you know, you’ll know” cuz I thought that was happening. It was the first time I felt that or even thought that about a guy and that it all ended weirdly and badly.
Nevertheless, I’m hoping it was just a false positive. Everything you described is something I’ve had, in pieces, with random different guys. Now I’m just waiting to to find the one that has it all, like you. It is a life and love worth waiting for. I’m glad you reposted this. I’m glad it got FP. I’m glad I read it. I’m going to root through your other posts now, cuz it sounds like I like your humor.
Sorry, don’t know where I’m going with this comment. Just sharing all my initial thoughts I had from reading your post. Thanks for writing it.
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Hello scintillate, and welcome! I am so sorry that your experience didn’t work out—if it’s any consolation, I had some false positives before I met Mr. Weebles, and I was heartbroken and confused when it didn’t work out. But then when I met Mr. Weebles, I realized that the “just knowing” was different than those false positives. I hate to say “Hang in there, it will happen,” because I hated it when people said that to me. But don’t stop trusting your gut or worry about the false positives. They happen for a reason too. 🙂
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Thanks. Lately I’ve been thinking the same thing. There’s a lesson to be learned here, I’m just still processing it, that’s all.
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You are quite lucky, but I think you know it. Congrats.
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Yup, I do know! 🙂 Thank you so much!
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What a beautifully emotional post. You sound like a delicious couple 🙂
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Hello greenmackenzie! It was indeed an emotional post–I cried while I wrote it. I like to think we’re a delicious couple, but I’m biased. I’m very glad you came to visit!
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Great testimonial!!!!
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Thank you!!
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He should be proud to have such an admiring wife!
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I like to think he is, midnitechef! 😉
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“The world needs more people like Mr. Weebles.”
If you ever get lucky (again) to meet another one like him, can you please refer him to me? 🙂
I’m happy he’s doing a lot better now. F*ck cancer indeed.
And I just have to add: the world needs more people like you do, Madame Weebles!
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Hi Mafe! I will send you a clone of Mr. Weebles as soon as the cloning machine is working. 🙂 And thank you very much for such sweet words!
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I think Mr. Weebles has found the most perfect match in you Madame. He is lucky to have you, and I like that you sing and type his praises on this post. Wishing you both a speedy recovery and healthy future.
And thumbs up to the FP’d too!
Cheers,
iRuniBreathe
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Hello there, iRuniBreathe! I think Mr. Weebles and I both lucked out, definitely. He’s a very unassuming guy, but I wanted to sing/type his praises anyway. Many many thanks for your kind wishes!!
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CONGRATS MADAME!!! And well deserved since your blog is always great!!
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Thanks Lovely!!!
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When I saw Clown’s post saying you had been freshly pressed, I HAD to break from my stupid workload and get on wordpress to read. Way to go on the small victory of being Freshly Pressed; moreover, congratulations on snagging that bad-ass man of yours.
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Thanks Adrienne!! How are you, chica? Long time no read!
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I know. Shit got real for me at work and that was where I did most of my posting. Shhh, don’t tell my boss that!
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I’ve been searching for the words to describe my fiance with finesse and grace just like you did. I haven’t found my voice yet, but this is definitely inspiring. Lovely post, and I hope you and Bad Ass Mr. Weebles can continue to inspire each other for many years to come.
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I truly appreciate your good wishes, thank you! And congratulations on finding a wonderful fiance, may you have much happiness!
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Wow, this post deserves every ounce of being freshly pressed.
God bless you both!
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Thank you kirstylou!!
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oh my the Freshly Pressed venue is well stocked today the Mighty M. Weebles and the Queen of Kindness(Brigitte) are looking spiffy together today. Very nice…..
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It’s an honor to be up there with Queen B.
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Sounds like Mr. Weebles is a keeper 😉 Lovely.
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He’s a good egg. I think I’ll keep him. Thanks Karen!
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I’ve kept this around in my inbox for ages, because I HAD to comment when I got the chance. You don’t know how happy this makes me to hear, for very personal reasons (I’m happy for you guys, too). My mom died of cancer several years ago. She had a bad kind of cancer that you’re not supposed to survive, but she was determined to do so. She knew the odds, but people DO beat them, she reasoned, and so she tried mightily. She failed (as eventually we all must), but it was a beautiful thing.
Anyway, when people beat back cancer for any amount of time, it’s a reminder to me, as if I needed one, that she was right.
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Smak!! Thank you, my friend. I’m very sorry about your mom. Cancer blows, mightily. People can and do beat it, but anyone who fights it, even if they lose, is still badass, because the fight is not for sissies. Mr. Weebles just had a PET scan today, keeping my fingers crossed for the all-clear results. I hate the waiting.
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And holy shit! You got freshly-pressed! That’s awesome. I don’t really look at that page, but I saw a couple of the other comments that talked about it, and I thought “How did I miss that?” Now I didn’t. Congrats!
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No worries, broseph, you’ve been a busy fella!
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I’m here to testify—brilliant writing! I’m so glad you were Freshly Pressed! By the way, can you clone Mr. Weebles???
val
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Hello Val, and welcome! I will be releasing Mr. Weebles 2.0 clones very soon, stay tuned!
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Congrats on the Freshly Pressed! As a long time follower, I am glad to see someone I read get “pressed.”
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Hiya, Hankering! Thank you so much, it’s nice to see you!
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Congrags for being on the freshly pressed..expecting more wonders form you..:D
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Hello jithinjohny, thank you! I will do what I can to meet your expectations.
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Hello Freshly-Pressed Neighbor,
Reading your post, Mr. Weebles reminds me so much of my boyfriend- hilarious, great with cats (our cat stumbled onto his property as a newborn kitten, so he literally thinks my bf is his mom), and annoyingly empathetic.
Glad you two found each other, and glad you have both stayed strong!
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Greetings, FP neighbor, and thank you! Your boyfriend sounds delightful– any man who can be a good Kitty Daddy (or Mommy) is A-OK in my book. Also, FYI, you should check out the FP neighbor on your other side, Brigitte—she’s a peach!
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This is so cute! Thanks for sharing! 🙂
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And thanks for reading, Mei! 😀
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Yep, he’s gonna kill you. Specially now this post has been Freshly Pressed. But it’ll have been worth it!
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Fortunately he decided to spare me, kinetikat! And I love that adorable kitty in your Gravatar, looks like one of mine!!
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Ah, that’s Eloise, my (alas now deceased) very first Maine Coon. She was the Dowager Empress of the withering stare round here, we miss her!
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This was lovely. Mr Weebles sounds like an amazing person, and kudos to him for being so gracious in the face of pain. I hope he gets to enjoy the support that all of the commentors above have sent through to him!
All the best,
Holly.
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He is extremely appreciative of all the wonderful comments. And thank you so much for yours as well, Redterrain!
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Your new Freshly Pressed frock suits you!
Great post to feature to the populus, though I wonder why they never selected one of your Fuck You posts? 😀
Congrats, made my day seeing you up there!
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Hey Joe! Thank you!! Yeah, the frock is a little fancier than I expected, but whatever, you know? Maybe one of my Fuck You posts will make it one day. It’s good to have dreams.
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Enjoy the whirlwind before you are dumped into the Freshly Pressed scrap heap. I’ve been festering at the bottom of it for 18 months now.
I still remember the day I was up there, such memories..
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Is it terrible that I saw this page and thought “What in the world is a weeble?” Anyway, I’m glad I dropped by. Keep up the good writing and congrats on being Freshly Pressed.
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That’s okay, shinobiswordsman (I love your name, btw)—I’m happy to introduce you to the Weebles. Education is never a bad thing. Thank you very much for visiting!
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I have to admit when I saw the bog title I thought it was about Weebles as in the toy *hangs head in shame* I loved them a kid and so do my daughters as they have them too. Anyway wonderful post, thanks for re posting. Glad you did 😀
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That’s quite all right, followechoes—you’re new to Fear No Weebles so it’s very understandable. 🙂 I like the old school Weebles better than the new ones, but they’re all fun, aren’t they? Thank you so much for commenting!
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You have an awesome relationship and Mr. Weebles sounds like a pretty special guy 🙂 I just happened to stumble upon this blog and wow…great tribute.
Also, I understand. My husband is a pretty private guy and I think he’s pretty awesome. I also wish I could get him to wear a combat uniform or some sort of Victorian gentleman’s outfit.
And as for you Mr. Weebles. You rock and you’re a survivor. For that you should get another tribute and a chocolate cake. Just sayin.
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You know what, cscusack? You’re absolutely right—he does deserve chocolate cake. I will have to arrange that for him. I like you—you understand the Importance of Chocolate Cake. And thank you so much for your very lovely thoughts!
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Pics of the chocolate cake!!
Of course I understand chocolate cake *pshh* I mean who doesn’t?
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What a story. Congratulations to both of you for coming out that hell. And actually, not to dis Mr. Weebles, but I think being the patient is easier than being the worrier. I am an all-too-frequent patient and I can handle that. When I have to wait and worry and try to figure out what I can do to help, what I can say that won’t sound trite? An impossible job.
Congrats on being Fresh Pressed. I am sure it is no coincidence that it happened just when I started following you 😉
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Hi Elyse! I think the FP people said, “Hey, if Elyse is reading this blog, we should check it out.” Nicely done! And Mr. Weebles actually said the same thing you did, about how he’d almost rather be the patient than the worrier. I think they both suck, frankly. But here’s hoping you will be neither a patient nor a worrier for the future!
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That’s an appropriate wish, given all I’ve done for you. Thanks!
It is easier to be the patient. You’re allowed to be grumpy and everybody understands. If you’re the caregiver and run out of patience, well, you’re a bitch. Life isn’t fair.
Glad he’s doing better!
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Great post and a great dedication to one hell of a fucking badass!
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Thank you very much, Megan!!
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Happy Anniversary! You and Mr. Weebs sound like me and Sarge.
And you know, when I wrote about Dad’s cancer, your sharing of Mr Weebs success story helped me more than you might even know,
And I still like you, even though you are a Yankee fan. (I’m from a Mets household.)
The next time Sarge and I are on that side of the Pond, I think we should double-date.
Lorna
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I’m so glad Mr. Weebles’s story helped you, Lorna. I remember that post. How’s he doing?
I’m still not sure how I ended up as a Yankee fan since I grew up in Queens, literally a 10-minute drive from Shea. I’m not anti-Mets, though, like some Yankee fans are.
Holler next time you guys head stateside!
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We will!
Dad’s doing OK, thanks for asking. He says recovery is worse than treatment, though. Throat is still burnt out but getting better, taste-buds are coming back. He’s also stopped losing weight, but hopes to lose a bit more so he fits into his kilt for the wedding. 🙂
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Good news! I mean, I’m sorry the recovery is rough for him, but good that everything is coming back and that he’s stopped losing weight. Mr. Weebles didn’t have too much trouble with throat pain, thank goodness, but his taste buds were out of whack for a while. Wish him well for me!
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Thought I’d say hello via FP. 🙂 … Hope you remember me. 😉
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Hi Frank!!! Now how could I forget you? You’ve posted 1000+ posts on your blog, you’re a freaking celebrity around here.
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🙂 …. There are many with more … but I simply turned it into an occasion to celebrate everyone!
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I LOVE Mr. Weebles just from this post!!! Such a great, well written blog… hugs to you and the mister! ❤
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Hi Bean! Mr. Weebles is pretty lovable. Thank you so much!!!
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This is a wonderful, well written tribute to your husband, Madame. I’m so happy he did well with the treatment. Mr. Weebles sounds like a compassionate and positive guy.
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He’s a class act, Bumble. Thank you very much for your kind comment!!
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He sounds like a special man and Mr. Weebles is lucky to have you by his side!
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If he has your sense of humour I’d love to be a fly on the wall in your house! I hope he likes his tribute and the fact it got you freshly pressed!
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Thanks, scienerf! He and I do have very similar senses of humor, but I actually think he’s funnier than I am. He was very touched but also—not surprisingly—very shy about his newfound blog fame!
Also, who is that incredibly adorable doggie in your Gravatar? I must know.
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Aww bless him, he should join in on here we always need more people who make us laugh!
That would be my dog Toby, he occasionally takes over my blog 😉 But at the moment is more interested in staring out the window at the rain lol.
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Dear Madame,
Way to go!!!!
😉
Very lovely tribute to an awesome guy!!!!
Love, LIsa
xoox
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Thank you so much, Lisa!!
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Nice piece. My best to you and the Mr. and the Weeblettes!
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Hi Barbara! Thank you! And Mr. Weebles & the Weeblettes thank you as well!
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To infinity and beyond with the Weebles, now that you are in the best of the best with Word Press’ best of September. Congrats.
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Thanks Elyse! It was a very nice surprise, this little bonus WP publicity!
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Who knows? They always say the squeaky wheel gets the grease. 🙂
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How beautiful… he sounds alot like my husband and I. Precious. Granny Gee/Gloria (happycolorsandgrannygee.blogspot.com)
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Hiya Granny Gee! Big hugs to you and your husband. Thank you so much for visiting!
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:))) I loved your blog!
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How about you pounce on him while he’s asleep with a combat uniform lol.
Tadaaa. Perfection.
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Hmm. So are you saying that I should sneak a combat uniform on him while he’s sleeping, or that I should wear a combat uniform and pounce on him? Either way is good, really.
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Thanks for a lovely testimony to your husband!
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Apologies for the tardy reply, Ellie—thank you very much for your nice comment!
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Congrads Mr.Weebles for keeping up the fight, this rouge called cancer is going to get it one of these days. I know how nasty he could be as I have fought him twice and he is still hanging in the shadows, but we will get him soon as everyday the good forces of Dr.’s & scientist are working hard to find the ammo to fry him for good. Hold on we are going to send him the the place of no return soon.
Grt writting, just the way it should be.
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Hello jdschok! Thank you for visiting! I’m so sorry you’ve fought cancer twice as well. I hope you are doing well, and I will continue to hope for an END to that nasty bastard of a disease.
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Oh Yes, we will get him soon!!
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Great post, very well said. So glad you appreciate him. And congrats on being FP’d.
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Thank you very much, Charmaine! He’s a good egg, so he’s easy to appreciate. 🙂
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Your writing is fabulous! Thank you for sharing your story. This made me think about my husband and how daily life really gets in the way of why I loved him in the first place. You have taken me back to a place of appreciation for the person he is and helped me rethink how I need to appreciate him for who he is. Of course he needs to reciprocate as well.
Praying that Mr. Webbles continues to get better and better.
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Hello there, pardonmybag! I’m so happy my post resonated with you. I know how easy it is for the everyday stuff to get in the way of all the important things like appreciating who your husband is. And hell yeah, your husband should reciprocate as well… Thank you so much for your kind words!
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I love this. Mr Weebles and Kitty Emeritus. The writing is so honest. I wish Mr Weebles and yourself lots of happy times together.
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Kitty Emeritus and Mr. Weebles—they were so cute together. And I truly appreciate your comment, Rose–thank you so much for your good wishes!
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You didn’t write this with your computer keyboard, but with your heart and wholeheartedly…so sweet of you..hope I can find a man as nice as your Weeble..
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You are so right, Fanny, this one was a labor of love. Thank you so much for your very nice thoughts, and I too hope you find your very own Weeble. 🙂
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I swear you just described my relationship with my husband although I’m the one that comes up with the witty asides (for some reason I’m sure he’d be the first to contest that). You have an amazing love and an amazing person in your life. Kudos to you both, and it’s a great thing to hear he’s doing so well!
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Hi there, Creative Liar! It’s so nice to hear that your relationship with your husband is similar to mine. We really are lucky gals, aren’t we? Thank you so much for your kind thoughts–I’m happy to report that Mr. Weebles is doing great!
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I can only imagine what the two of you are like when you’re together, because you made me laugh out loud through my entire reading of this! Ha ha ha! I ADORE your sense of humor! Thanks for the wonderful piece of writing! (p.s. Does Mr. Weebles have a brother?). xoxo
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Greetings, Julia! We’re pretty funny together, even I have to admit that. Alas, Mr. Weebles’s brother is also married. But as soon as I have the cloning machine working, I’ll send you a Weebles clone ASAP.
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Ha ha ha! Thanks, Mrs. Weebles! You do that! lol xoxo Julia
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Well I hope he hasn’t killed you yet. I’ll never think of Weebles in the same way. I’ve heard of an abused husbands hotline, but and abused Weeble hotline? I wish you and your Weeble all of God’s blessings.
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Nope, still alive, Orville! Just delayed in replying to you because of the hurricane. All of the Weebles are present and accounted for, I’m happy to say. Thank you so much for visiting!
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Hello madame Weeble, how is it going? Please accept my gift kindly..I really love this story..inspiring me so much…:-)http://fabulouspace.wordpress.com/2012/10/30/ouch-a-sweet-gift-from-a-sweet-person/
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Hello Fanny! Thank you so much for this—I’m so sorry I didn’t comment sooner, we had a hurricane here that knocked out my electricity for a while. You are so extremely kind, and I’m so happy that my story resonates with you. Thank you!
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It’s probably been said in the comments already, but your relationship bears a striking resemblance to my own, right down to the taking out “trash” and making her coffee every morning (okay, most mornings). Isn’t it great how love is not only a wonderful thing to feel, but also to read and to write? I wish Mr Weeble a full and speedy recovery, and all of the best to you too. =)
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Adam, you are a lucky man. I’m very happy for you, it’s wonderful to have a fantastic partner in crime and a partner in life. Not everyone does, so I know how fortunate we are. Mr. Weebles is doing great now, I’m happy to say. Thank you for stopping by, and best wishes to you and your lovely lady!
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Congratulations, Mme Weebles, on the Presley Freshing! I personally find your soliloquy all the more touching thanks to your… unique way with words. This could well have been, as you say, quite treacly, but it’s all those personal touches and dashes of idiosyncratic flavouring that make this piece instantly both personal and personable.
Best wishes to yourself and Mr. Weebles.
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Welcome back, Mr. Biscuits! It’s so good to see you again, and I will be catching up on your blog once I’ve caught up on my own. And I appreciate your lovely review of my post—treacle just ain’t my thing. But you knew that already, didn’t you. Hope all is well with you!
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Fucking badass. I like it. You have a knack for writing, I think I’ll just go and click on all of your other posts now 🙂
And I think you should dress him up in a Batman costume. He still kicks ass even after horrible tragedy. Or maybe I’m just biased because of my (un)healthy obsession with Batman.
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Thank you so much, vyvacious! (btw I really enjoy your name) Batman is pretty badass, yeah. And there are far worse people to have (un)healthy obsessions with!
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You’re welcome! And thank you! I thought it was a nice play on words since my name is Vyvy 😛
Right again, Madame Weebles!
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Here’s to you, Mr. Weebles, and continued good health all around.
…and I do hope that he wore a Victorian gentleman’s outfit for you on your birthday.
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Thanks Robin! He didn’t wear a Victorian outfit for my birthday, the rotten fiend. But I guess I’ll keep him anyway.
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Classic post. You have an amazing gift of writing. Glad I found you.
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Thank you very much, sir! I’m glad you found me too!
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