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Us …


A friend was telling me the story of how her husband proposed to her. I was surprised as I don’t see him at all as the sappy romantic.

She then asked our story…

I have told this story so many times I think it sounds rehearsed.

We met at the doctors office. I saw him and knew that second I was going to marry him. 22 years later, here we are.

See? Doesn’t sound as magical as it was to me.

Us..

I met The Man in the doctor’s office waiting room. Odd, huh? Makes me believe in fate for sure. I saw him and knew, that minute – that second – I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. He was (is) ” tall, dark and handsome ” with a mustache that took up his whole face.

Then I noticed the ring. Ugh. No way could fate do this to me.

We started talking and decided to meet for lunch another day.

Damn fate. However, I had many guy friends and if anything, we could be friends.

We had lunch. Talked about life, got to know each other. Discovered we have an age difference. Twelve years, though eventually we realized that we average together to be maybe 6 years apart, as I was born a grown up …

He was married, yes, but there were issues. Uh – oh. I don’t want to be the other woman. ( I wasn’t, but that is his story). I asked him if he had a brother? He showed me a picture and oddly enough, appearance wise, his brother was more my “type”. At least, in the past.

So we became friends. I introduced him to The Dork and that child was a great judge of character. He loved him immediately. We would hang out, take Dork to Stone Mountain, the zoo and the best was The Renaissance Festival.

During this time, as he and his wife were having problems, he was staying with his parents. They weren’t exactly thrilled. Honestly, if I were standing on the outside of all this, as they were, I wouldn’t be happy with the situation either. He had been married for 10 years and wasn’t yet divorced. The rebound thing and all, too.

I have never been sure if they liked me. I just know that they were worried about their son and as a mother, that is something I certainly understand.

Through these few months, I came to realize that I loved him and there was no way I could live without him.

We had dinner one afternoon and it just happened.  He kissed me and that was it. Butterflies and all of that.

Once his divorce was final, we officially started dating – we were able to finally call it that.

Three months later, we moved to Arkansas together and got married a year after that.

We have had our ups and downs. Our marriage is not perfect, no one’s is.  I don’t think it is supposed to be easy, but 21 years later, here we are.

We have come a long way baby. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

(btw – His brother? He had just started dating someone at the time The Man and I met…they were married 2 weeks after us, and they are still together, too)

 

There Goes My Life..


As I  went to insert the song into this post, I discovered that WordPress has gone up – WAY UP – in the price of their service that includes adding music to your posts. So, I am having to wiggle around it until I find a new host who does NOT charge an outrageous price – or find a CSS writing class and start my own.

ANY-who. That is the explanation for the odd link to the music today.

I don’t know if you have realized it or not, but I love music. Even more than music, country music. Even more than country music – Kenny Chesney!

But..that is not really the point here.

I have a song for everything! Really! Give me a day, a person, a thing, a place – I have a song for it. I dare you – I double dog dare you!  There is a comment section – do it!

Again, though, not the point…

My song for Justin – My Dork – is – surprise, surprise – a Kenny Chesney song, the one above,  “There Goes My Life”.

I have told the story before of how The Dork saved me… and well…about a month ago, not only did he ask his beautiful girlfriend Maggie May (not really her name) and her baby boy Axle Rose (only half is his real name) to marry him, but he took a job in Louisiana and well….

THERE GOES MY LIFE…

(This part of it, anyway… we still have Goose for 2 1/2 more years before the Air Force gets him…)

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Spilled milk


Was checking out Scary Mommy  this morning and came across this:

http://www.scarymommy.com/8-chores-pawn-off-kids

Hmmm…..

While my mother when we were young did EVERYTHING for us – she was a perfectionist. She mopped the floors daily, there was never a speck of dust and the only time laundry built up was when we didn’t have a washer/dryer. As we got older, she began to work 2 jobs and needed to get her teens to help on a regular basis, not just as a punishment (and believe me – we learned from the older sister – she stayed in trouble and washed dishes every night – and no dishwasher – if mom found even a SPEC on them, she had to wash them all over again)

So, we did.

And then we had children. My sis and I went TOTALLY opposite directions – while she was the lazy one – she made sure her children did chores – they were washing dishes by 10. OH! Wait…NOW I get it!

I, on the other hand, spoiled my oldest (Dork) rotten (to the point that when he joined the Marines we all just knew he was going to stay raking rocks and digging holes his entire tour) – so, he never really learned to do anything – even putting away clothes.

I always figured that, if I allowed him to pour his own milk, and then he spilled it, not only would I have to pour it anyway, I would also have to clean up the mess. So I just poured it.

7 years later, I had my second son (Goose) – and I no longer cried over spilled milk. – Ok, not exactly true, it took me until he was 12 and I still do not make him do the amount of chores I think he should, but, I am ‘teaching’ him more than I taught the Dork. At 15 he can cut the grass, cook (and I didn’t learn how to do that until my husband and I moved in together- when I was 23), use the washer (the Marine didn’t even know HOW to use the washer until after he joined) ….

I did find it HYSTERICAL when after his 3rd year in, LCPL Dork came home, went into Goose’s bathroom – and brought him 409 and a scrub brush. Told him his bathroom was disgusting and he was going to go clean it immediately.

By the way…guess who is cleaning his bathroom today? I guess I haven’t learned as much as I thought….

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