Tim likes to brag that we’ve never had a fight. That’s not entirely true. While we’ve never had a huge fight, it does seem that most of our spats and disagreements have been over cars.

Our first disagreement was at the Knoxville Dragway. I’m sure a lot of you ladies will understand this one. The first time Tim took me there we hadn’t been married too long. I only tagged along to be with him. I liked it at first, but then I got a little bored. I was ready to leave and he had no attention of leaving any time soon. It felt like I sat there forever!

The next time we went, I crammed a small book in my purse. That way I could be there for him and I could have something to keep me entertained. And I wouldn’t bother him about us leaving. I thought it was the perfect solution. Wrong!

After we sat down in the stands, I pulled out my book. Tim was mortified. “What are you doing?!” He demanded.

That caught me off guard. “I am going to read while you watch the races.”

“You can’t do that! You can’t read a book at the racetrack!” He was as embarrassed as I was mortified that I was going to be miserably bored the next few hours. I stayed mad the rest of the evening.

Needless to say, that was my last trip to the drag races.

Then there are our spats over the radio in car. Tim loves to listen to big block engines. (I still don’t totally get what that is.) If we’re out driving and he hears the deep rumblings of one, he goes nuts. He tries to get up next to the rumbling car. Then he rolls his window down and sticks his head out. The problem arises when he reaches over and turns down the radio.

If a song is playing that I like, I turn the radio back up. “I am listening to that song!”

“I’m trying to hear this engine!” He turns it back down.

We repeat this scenario until either my song goes off or the other car drives away.

I hate to admit it, but Tim is rubbing off on me. One day I was sitting at a red light when a hot rod with a big block engine pulled up beside me. I immediately rolled my window down and called Tim on my cell phone. After he answered, I stuck the phone out my window so he could hear the rumbling engine. Then it dawned on me what I was doing. WHOA!

You know, marriage is a two-way street. I wouldn’t have Tim any other way. It is a part of his charm. To be honest, he puts up with more from me. I don’t know how many Star Trek movies he has sat through. And I have drug him through the Kennedy Space Center and the Gray Fossil Site. By the way, those really are awesome places with fun for the whole family.

“Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself.” Philippians 2:3 (NKJV)