Hi you all,
I thought you guys might get a kick out of having an open mike night with my husband, JB.
Here's a picture of JB's arm, sitting in the hot tub I'm always talking about. As you can imagine, I don't sit in it all alone, and he is who I sit in it with. 
When I asked JB if he'd guest blog for me, until my friend who was gonna guest blog for me has time to do so...well, JB made a face at first. I know he did, even though he was on his cell phone when I asked him to do it, because of the ever popular pregnant pause he employs with me when I've asked him a question out of seeming 'space', and he's quickly processing the ramifications of said request.
Anyway, he said yes, slowly, which means he'll fuss about it but he'll do it, and then, after a while he'll enjoy himself, even if he never actually says so, as he's a Brit, and thus must make certain he doesn't come across as having too much damn fun, because we can't be having that, now, can we? Gratuitous fun? It's just not right.
Feel free to ask him whatever you want - no holds barred. If he doesn't want you to know the answer, he'll do the polite verbal tap dance his people are famous for. And then, take my word for it, he'll get a big good grin on his face. Just remember, if he was boring and dry and had no sense of humor, I wouldn't love him so much.
Just post the questions whenever you have time - and he'll be on here, answering and hanging out a while, beginning Tuesday after about 6:00 pm Eastern, and on for a while.
P.S. My baby, JB, knows stuff. He really does. So have fun with him. He'll like it.
And it's fine to ask whatever floats your boat. He's a hardy soul- he can handle it.Take my word for it - I oughtta know.
Here's a picture 'of his eyes only', so you'll sort of know who you're talking to when you're talking to him.
JB and Robin
Monday, July 21, 2008
Wanna ask my husband some questions? (Almost) any questions?
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Hi, JB, nice to meet you. I admire your courage in facing Robin's quirky, kooky writing friends. We're not severely abnormal, only mildly so. Well, most of us, anyway. I'm not sure which group I fall into, but I digress...
My question: Has anyone ever offered you money to let them create a comic strip, basing the characters on you and Robin?
If not, let me be the first. I think the dry British humor would make an excellent counterpoint to the observations of an uninhibited country girl from the good ol' U S of A.
Seriously, though, I was just joking, that wasn't my question. My question is: Spit or swallow? Har har har, just kidding again. That was a bit obscene, I apologize.
Really, this time: Is Robin as interesting in person as she is on paper?
What kind of music do you like?
Oh gosh, I wouldn't even know where to start.
I'd love to hear how you two met/married. But maybe that's too personal?
I like to imagine your two accents conversing. Wonderful.
Hi JB. No particular question here. Just wanted to say 'Hey' to Rob's main squeeze. Anything you'd like to talk about?
Wonderwood, ick. I apologise for him. I think he must be overexcited, because he's not usually like that. I hope.
We need to know secrets about Robin, obviously. I'll have to think about exactly which secrets. Probably anything you're prepared to reveal. Or not.
Also, what do you think about her writing? Not the actual content, but the moment when your lovely, attentive wife suddenly started paying more attention to her laptop than to you?!
Well, the main question is whether robin in the real world matches robin in blogger world. And does JB in real world match robin's version of JB in blogger world.
Hi, JB, nice of you to drop by.
I'd like to know what it's like being married to Robin.
Dammit. Wood took all the good questions.
Hi, JB. Here's my question. Now that Robin is blogging, 1) does she pay less attention to you, 2) is it a significant cause of annoyance for you, and if so, 3) who do you blame more, Chris or McKoala?
Good Evening all
WONDERWOOD – your three questions,
1) Yes – see picture that I have asked Robin to post as confirmation
2) I personally have never had occasion to choose
3) I don’t know the paper version but I can’t imagine how it could possibly be any better
FREDDIE
Tom Waits, Richard Thompson, Dire Straits, Davy Spillane, Irish sessions, blues, jazz, probably most stuff other than military bands and gloomy hymns
KIERSTEN
The beginning –
The question posed in the letter deserved an early response. But my time was limited and my focus should not be diverted from the task in hand. The team came first; this Robin would have to wait until after the event.
The weight of the medal that I failed to win at that winter Olympics pulled me down. On the trip home from Nagano, Jeremy, one of my team-mates in the four man bobsleigh tried to lift my spirits “Look at your life – acclaimed brain surgeon, dating actresses and fashion models, a flat in Mayfair and a house in the country, a Maserati.. Who wouldn’t want to be you?” Well, I didn’t want to be me, I thought that another Olympic medal (Winter this time rather than my Summer track gold) could fill this nagging hole that floated somewhere inside of me.
I immersed myself in my work those first few days back, sometimes performing two or three operations simultaneously. The weekend came and I needed to catch up on my correspondence. Requests to speak at seminars, invitations to red carpet events, begging letters from ex-girlfriends, and oh, yes, the letter from Robin. Who was this Robin, and why would he or she be in Kentucky? Could this person be involved in horse racing and want me to ride for their stable? Could they need a new figurehead for their fried chicken?
The answer was neither of these – but just this chance meeting had resulted in an immediate connection. Correspondence grew into phone calls. Correspondence had also established that this Robin was most definitely female, in spite of her name. Those wacky Americans and the way they change our words, names, sports, etc.
Then the first words on the telephone that established that Robin had lost nearly all of her Icelandic accent. Her years of finishing school in Geneva had produced a tongue so delicate and perfect that the only brogue detectable was a hint, a mere smidgeon, picked up from her constant watching of Gone with the Wind. (That film certainly had some impact on her - to this day I still get a thrill to see her doing the housework dressed in that Southern Belle gown)…………….
And – as far as our two accents conversing, I remember clearly the day she saw a photograph of me and called me on the phone to say “ Ahh just love your Ahhs” to which I replied “Bloody hell, it was only a head picture, how in the hell do you know what my arse looks like”. Even now, after all these years, I still struggle to understand whether she is referring to a parrot, a pirate, or a parent. Whereas, my clear and correct pronunciation is always proper and unambiguous
SARAH
Hey back. Sorry, not I’m not a big talker, or writer, those last few paragraphs drained me
McKOALA
Secrets – not a lot of people know this but Robin’s feet were once used in a commercial
Laptop – often when Robin and I are sitting comfortably together, I will feel her getting edgy, she will eventually break down and say guiltily “Ahhl just bring my laptop over from my desk and check what’s happening” We’re in the market for a new sofa because the current one is actually not big enough for me, her, and all you lot.
PACATRUE
Sorry, can’t answer that one, I don’t know the Robin or JB of Blogger World. I give her space to be in that world and she respects my privacy in the world of cross dressing speed golf
FAIRYHEDGEHOG
One simple word - Bliss
BLOGLESS TROLL
Yes, she certainly pays less attention to me, our family, her job, the cat, her teeth, her personal appearance, her health, the pool boy, politics, the garden, current affairs, cooking……. The list is endless and I blame all of you bastards
And unless any of you strangely named people has a last minute question I shall sign off from this, my first and definitely last venture into the world of blogging
Oh, wow. Robin, he's a keeper. That was absolutely delightful. Now I just wish I could have you two over for dinner; maybe it's a good thing though, as I'm sure all of our other friends would never be interesting again in comparison.
Thanks, JB.
Can it be a coincidence that Blogger crashes on JB's first night commenting? I think not.
Ah, JB. Both brilliant and debonair. How much the world of brain surgery must owe you. And Robin.
One thing, though. Your comment that we are 'strangely named' (OK, I'll give you Blogless Troll. Please. Take him.).
But if only you knew what Robin calls you... Oh, hi Robin. Didn't know you were checking in. Ouch. Not so hard. Ouch. Owwww...
AHAHahaha! Robin, he's funny!
Okay, a question about British food. Why do ya'll eat that cra....err, stuff?
Thanks for taking questions.
Darn! I missed the Q & A. My question would have been, "Do you ever feel like changing your name to Batman? You know, having a Robin as your sidekick and all."
Hey, McK...
Yep, JB knows about being called The Spousal Unit.
Luckily, however, he's never visited the one person's blog that I never want him to visit. Ya know.
You guys just kill me with these questions - I should probably tell JB he's really lucky Whirl's not around to give him some grief.
JB - if you're reading later, honey, consider yourself told, 'K?
Love, Rob
Yeah, I, too, wondered what on earth Whirl would have asked him. Too bad.
Kiersten
You're welcome - and it was nice to meet you
McKoala
No coincidence - my time in the US coincides with the US economy going down the toilet
Chris
And what is wrong with Chicken Vindaloo?
pjd
Tried it - but she looked better in her costume than I did in mine
Great to "meet" you all
Cheerio
jb
LOL
What a great sense of humor. You guys are well matched - at least in the blogosphere.
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