Today, I am going back to my humorous side...I still get a kick out of this! It's another one of those "truth is stranger than fiction" stories...
It was the fall of '88. I was living in a travel trailer in Apache Junction, AZ. It was the middle of the night but still very warm. I had a beautiful, grey long hair cat with little white paws. His name was "Socks". He was the best cat ever. He liked to share fudgesicles with me.
One night, I woke from a deep sleep needing to go pee, really bad. So I got up and proceeded to sleep-walk my way to the tiny little bathroom. We had a port-a-pot type toilet that stayed dry inside until you stepped on a little lever to let water flow into it and flush it. Now I was still about half asleep when I got in there and just plopped down on the pot. Just as my butt hit the seat, I felt something furry brush across my butt cheeks. I let out a scream and jumped out of my skin! I was WIDE awake now!! I flipped on the light and looked down to see my cat slowly stretching his way out of the pot! It was so warm that he had decided that it was cooler to sleep in the toilet...needless to say, I kept the lid down from then on!
And I swear to you that this is a true story! And that things like this happen to me all the time. It sure makes for an interesting life!!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Mother's Day
I got to go "home" today, that being the place I was brought to from the hospital. It is different now, but the memories are still there and it hasn't changed so much that I can't hear my childhood self laughing and playing there with my imaginary friend or the three little boys who lived across the road. All I had to do was run to the top of the hill by the road and yell. Sure enough, there would be a reply and they would come over to play. We were poor, really poor, but I was happily oblivious to this. We were so very rich in the things in life that trully matter, that I didn't know we didn't have money. I was very happy to ask these little boys to stay for supper. Mom had just enough food for me, my Daddy and her to have one half of a chicken breast each, some vegetables, milk and dessert. She would give up her chicken and half mine with one of the boys so that each of us had something to eat. She just gave this without question, and cheerfully. And I was never really in trouble for asking them to stay even though she would quietly tell me before we went out to play that I was not to ask them to stay for supper.
We had a well with delicious, cold water brought up by cranking up a big bailer on a rope. I remember having to wait for the few peices of sediment to settle and then getting a big drink of that cold, wonderful water from the big dipper. What I wouldn't give for a pail of that water today! Not the chlorinated, brown stuff that comes out of my tap. And for which I have to buy bottled water from the store so I just feel safe enough to take a drink.
We had a horse named Ginger and a bull named Ben. Ginger was gentle, a work horse that didn't have much to do. Because we had an old blue Ford tractor that did the work. Ben didn't have any "work" to do either, but he was always waiting at the fence by the watering trough when we came home from church. Once in a while a neighbor would want to "borrow" ol'Ben, and Mom and my brother, Doug were responsible to get him where he was to go. Sometimes this required a long walk... One day, we came home and he had lost his nose ring. What a mystery considering how well that ring was connected in his nose. Noone found it until years later. My brother had cows, but they were not for milking or breeding, they were his FFA project. I remember watching them over the fence as they walked under the oil cloth to keep the flies off them and then got a big drink and a lick off of the salt block. When my brother grew up and got married, he kept cows for a while and butchered them. Black Angus is so delicious.
We had a big barn and hayfields that sloped down. Mom and Daddy and Doug would spend hours putting up hay. They didn't bale it, it was forked onto a flat bed pulled behind the tractor and then forked up into the haymow. The big barn was always cool and dark, and I wasn't allowed to play there b/c it was so old. Parts of this old barn are now being lovingly fashioned into a counter/bar/cupboard and bench in my kitchen by my fiance. He is so patient with my memories and things I ask him to do so I can be surrounded by them. My memories are so precious to me, just as each of my family members are.
We always had two big gardens. One was pretty much all corn, and the other had tomatoes, peppers, green beans, squash, cucumbers and all matter of delicious produce. I learned to count when I was two by carrying tomatoes one or two at a time from the garden and putting them on the big table by the cellar house to ripen. Then after all that goodness was harvested, Mom and I would count the lids on the canning jars as they popped. The pops were always followed by my Mom saying "Thank you, Jesus!" Then in the winter, I remember the joy on my Daddy's face as he opened up a big quart of those red tomatoes and sprinkled them with salt and pepper.
There were blackberry bushes that delivered quart upon quart of those delicious juicy berries that Mom and my Grandma Freeman made into cobblers and jellies and canned. Those berries were delicious with milk and sugar, ate from little pale green melamine bowls. There were peach trees on the hill and a big pear tree in the front yard that I would climb up and get my long hair all tangled in it's branches, always just a few feet above where my Mom could reach. And she would have to climb up to get me loose.
In all of this, I was NEVER left out. There wasn't day care, or play dates, just a small loving family that made me into the secure, comfortable, happy person I am today. Being blessed with a foundation for life that is as solid as that has made the difference for me as a person. And everyday, there, big as life itself, was Mom. She got Daddy off to work, my brother off to school, and then tackled all the work that the farm required with me right there with her. Asking questions and learning and taking it all in, and forming in that tender thirsty mind all the principles I live by today. She taught me all I could learn as soon as I was ready. Counting all the way to 100 at age 2, reading and sewing at age 3, and common sense by the bucket full all the time. And if everyone could experience this childhood, what a world it would be! I am so blessed and priviledged beyond anything money could buy by this precious gift my Mom and Daddy gave me just by being the wonderful parents they were and are. I miss Daddy so much and I deeply appreciate every day the Lord has blessed me with having my Mom! Thanks Mom (and Daddy) for this priceless gift you have given me!! Happy Mother's Day!!
We had a well with delicious, cold water brought up by cranking up a big bailer on a rope. I remember having to wait for the few peices of sediment to settle and then getting a big drink of that cold, wonderful water from the big dipper. What I wouldn't give for a pail of that water today! Not the chlorinated, brown stuff that comes out of my tap. And for which I have to buy bottled water from the store so I just feel safe enough to take a drink.
We had a horse named Ginger and a bull named Ben. Ginger was gentle, a work horse that didn't have much to do. Because we had an old blue Ford tractor that did the work. Ben didn't have any "work" to do either, but he was always waiting at the fence by the watering trough when we came home from church. Once in a while a neighbor would want to "borrow" ol'Ben, and Mom and my brother, Doug were responsible to get him where he was to go. Sometimes this required a long walk... One day, we came home and he had lost his nose ring. What a mystery considering how well that ring was connected in his nose. Noone found it until years later. My brother had cows, but they were not for milking or breeding, they were his FFA project. I remember watching them over the fence as they walked under the oil cloth to keep the flies off them and then got a big drink and a lick off of the salt block. When my brother grew up and got married, he kept cows for a while and butchered them. Black Angus is so delicious.
We had a big barn and hayfields that sloped down. Mom and Daddy and Doug would spend hours putting up hay. They didn't bale it, it was forked onto a flat bed pulled behind the tractor and then forked up into the haymow. The big barn was always cool and dark, and I wasn't allowed to play there b/c it was so old. Parts of this old barn are now being lovingly fashioned into a counter/bar/cupboard and bench in my kitchen by my fiance. He is so patient with my memories and things I ask him to do so I can be surrounded by them. My memories are so precious to me, just as each of my family members are.
We always had two big gardens. One was pretty much all corn, and the other had tomatoes, peppers, green beans, squash, cucumbers and all matter of delicious produce. I learned to count when I was two by carrying tomatoes one or two at a time from the garden and putting them on the big table by the cellar house to ripen. Then after all that goodness was harvested, Mom and I would count the lids on the canning jars as they popped. The pops were always followed by my Mom saying "Thank you, Jesus!" Then in the winter, I remember the joy on my Daddy's face as he opened up a big quart of those red tomatoes and sprinkled them with salt and pepper.
There were blackberry bushes that delivered quart upon quart of those delicious juicy berries that Mom and my Grandma Freeman made into cobblers and jellies and canned. Those berries were delicious with milk and sugar, ate from little pale green melamine bowls. There were peach trees on the hill and a big pear tree in the front yard that I would climb up and get my long hair all tangled in it's branches, always just a few feet above where my Mom could reach. And she would have to climb up to get me loose.
In all of this, I was NEVER left out. There wasn't day care, or play dates, just a small loving family that made me into the secure, comfortable, happy person I am today. Being blessed with a foundation for life that is as solid as that has made the difference for me as a person. And everyday, there, big as life itself, was Mom. She got Daddy off to work, my brother off to school, and then tackled all the work that the farm required with me right there with her. Asking questions and learning and taking it all in, and forming in that tender thirsty mind all the principles I live by today. She taught me all I could learn as soon as I was ready. Counting all the way to 100 at age 2, reading and sewing at age 3, and common sense by the bucket full all the time. And if everyone could experience this childhood, what a world it would be! I am so blessed and priviledged beyond anything money could buy by this precious gift my Mom and Daddy gave me just by being the wonderful parents they were and are. I miss Daddy so much and I deeply appreciate every day the Lord has blessed me with having my Mom! Thanks Mom (and Daddy) for this priceless gift you have given me!! Happy Mother's Day!!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
How bad do you "need" beer??
In today's blog, names have been changed to protect the guilty...just to let you know.
Chris and I were going out of town for a session of paint school. We would be gone 4 days and were being accompanied by friends/clients of his business. The trip was going great, six hours of good conversation and laughs. We finally arrived at our destination and it was just after dark. Now we are from WV and had travelled to eastern PA. The other things you need to know is that in WV you can buy beer anywhere. In PA, you can only buy beer from a distributor or restaurant that has a bar.
We had stopped for dinner and Susie had a beer with her meal. Her boyfriend, Hal, who is Chris's customer, didn't drink and neither did Chris or myself. We stopped at the local IGA before going to the hotel to grab a few things. Chris and I were getting some tea and milk and we heard Susie at the info desk. She was screaming at the checker about something. Chris sorta gave me that "help" look, so I went over. Susie was wanting to know where the beer was in the store. The clerk told her that they didn't have any, and Susie was accusing her of lying. Hal told Susie that he didn't know, and I told her that to buy beer we had to go to a distributor. She accused us all of lying and said that we had all conspired together to involve her in this elaborate practical joke. It took a while, but we finally convinced her that we were not pulling her leg. Susie, meanwhile, was doing her best job of convincing us that she was not an alcoholic and didn't "need" beer. The checker told us about a couple places we could try to get Susie some beer, and that several of those were closed, so we may have to wait till the next day. Well, to Susie that was just totally unexceptable. We all checked out and left. The look of relief on the clerk's face as we were leaving said it all. I could tell she was wondering what kind of nut we had picked up.
We wanted to stop at the restaurant/bar across the parking lot, but they only sold beer by the pitcher, and that wouldn't stay fresh for long. I don't know it would have lasted long enough to get stale at this point. I was pretty embarrassed by Susie's fit in the grocery store, and was getting irritated. I don't even get this crazy about Mountain Dew! And I LOVE Mountain Dew! So away we went on the great beer chase. To this day if someone is desperately searching for something, Chris and I call it "pulling a Susie". We passed several bar/restaurants that were unacceptable to Susie, and had stopped at a few places that didn't sell beer in bottles or cans, only in pitchers. So the quest continued, with Susie defending herself every minute and declaring that in no way did she "need" the beer, just wanted to have it in the room with her "in case"... After about 30 minutes of driving around, we finally pull up to a bar that will sell beer in bottles. Susie tore out of the car and into the bar. She was back in just a little while with her six pack. Only ONE six-pack, mind you. After all this trouble, I would have expected her to come back with a case at least. She said that the bartender told her that she could only purchase one six-pack per visit. If she wanted another one, she would have to go to the car and then come back in. THIS she refused to do. Now throwing the big, screaming fit in the grocery store that mortified the rest of us was just fine. But she was NOT going to go back into that bar for another six-pack and have them think she was some kind of alcoholic. Well, at this point I was no longer thinking she was, I was convinced.
Finally we got to the hotel and checked in and went to our rooms. We had two days of hanging out at the hotel. At least I hung out. Susie went shopping. She bought so much stuff that we almost didn't have room for our luggage on the return trip. I rode all the way home with my floor space full of our stuff. On top of all of this, she wanted to stop and buy a whole new set of lawn furntiture and cushions at one of the local stores. Hal asked her if she thought we were going to strap it to the roof. I felt like the Clampett's as it was. And the six-pack of beer...she didn't drink a single one. Took the entire six-pack home with her...
Chris and I were going out of town for a session of paint school. We would be gone 4 days and were being accompanied by friends/clients of his business. The trip was going great, six hours of good conversation and laughs. We finally arrived at our destination and it was just after dark. Now we are from WV and had travelled to eastern PA. The other things you need to know is that in WV you can buy beer anywhere. In PA, you can only buy beer from a distributor or restaurant that has a bar.
We had stopped for dinner and Susie had a beer with her meal. Her boyfriend, Hal, who is Chris's customer, didn't drink and neither did Chris or myself. We stopped at the local IGA before going to the hotel to grab a few things. Chris and I were getting some tea and milk and we heard Susie at the info desk. She was screaming at the checker about something. Chris sorta gave me that "help" look, so I went over. Susie was wanting to know where the beer was in the store. The clerk told her that they didn't have any, and Susie was accusing her of lying. Hal told Susie that he didn't know, and I told her that to buy beer we had to go to a distributor. She accused us all of lying and said that we had all conspired together to involve her in this elaborate practical joke. It took a while, but we finally convinced her that we were not pulling her leg. Susie, meanwhile, was doing her best job of convincing us that she was not an alcoholic and didn't "need" beer. The checker told us about a couple places we could try to get Susie some beer, and that several of those were closed, so we may have to wait till the next day. Well, to Susie that was just totally unexceptable. We all checked out and left. The look of relief on the clerk's face as we were leaving said it all. I could tell she was wondering what kind of nut we had picked up.
We wanted to stop at the restaurant/bar across the parking lot, but they only sold beer by the pitcher, and that wouldn't stay fresh for long. I don't know it would have lasted long enough to get stale at this point. I was pretty embarrassed by Susie's fit in the grocery store, and was getting irritated. I don't even get this crazy about Mountain Dew! And I LOVE Mountain Dew! So away we went on the great beer chase. To this day if someone is desperately searching for something, Chris and I call it "pulling a Susie". We passed several bar/restaurants that were unacceptable to Susie, and had stopped at a few places that didn't sell beer in bottles or cans, only in pitchers. So the quest continued, with Susie defending herself every minute and declaring that in no way did she "need" the beer, just wanted to have it in the room with her "in case"... After about 30 minutes of driving around, we finally pull up to a bar that will sell beer in bottles. Susie tore out of the car and into the bar. She was back in just a little while with her six pack. Only ONE six-pack, mind you. After all this trouble, I would have expected her to come back with a case at least. She said that the bartender told her that she could only purchase one six-pack per visit. If she wanted another one, she would have to go to the car and then come back in. THIS she refused to do. Now throwing the big, screaming fit in the grocery store that mortified the rest of us was just fine. But she was NOT going to go back into that bar for another six-pack and have them think she was some kind of alcoholic. Well, at this point I was no longer thinking she was, I was convinced.
Finally we got to the hotel and checked in and went to our rooms. We had two days of hanging out at the hotel. At least I hung out. Susie went shopping. She bought so much stuff that we almost didn't have room for our luggage on the return trip. I rode all the way home with my floor space full of our stuff. On top of all of this, she wanted to stop and buy a whole new set of lawn furntiture and cushions at one of the local stores. Hal asked her if she thought we were going to strap it to the roof. I felt like the Clampett's as it was. And the six-pack of beer...she didn't drink a single one. Took the entire six-pack home with her...
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Happiness...
I am having a grand ol' time. I can't remember being this happy since the summer before kindergarten. It is a total contentment. And a great deal of it is thanks to Chris. He is incredible. I know that God brought us together because I could never have found someone so perfect for me on my own. I just hope that I am as perfect for him as he is for me.
There is a bittersweet awareness in this happiness that I am keenly aware of. It is almost an exquisite pain and practically tangible. I know it won't last forever. This time is almost like being in suspended animation. And I am almost afraid of the incredible sadness that I know can and may follow. The kind that swallows you up and if you aren't careful will suck you into a deep depression.
So I am thoroughly enjoying and savoring every single second of this precious happiness and thanking God that He has blessed me with this time. It will be a great bolster against any negativity that may follow. Something to feed my soul through whatever may follow.
Of course, I want to think that this time is my "reward" for being through the sometimes incredible tough times I have already been through in the past. This may or may not be the case and that is okay. If the wonderful times don't last, neither can the awful ones. And with the wonderful support system I have, and the love of a Father that is beyond understanding and incomprehensible to me a mere mortal, I know I will be fine whatever may come.
In the meantime, I am going to just wallow in the sheer joy, contentment, and happiness I am finding with every new day. And give thanks to God for his mercy, grace, love and forgiveness! May all of my friends and followers enjoy a time like this at the exact time they need it.
There is a bittersweet awareness in this happiness that I am keenly aware of. It is almost an exquisite pain and practically tangible. I know it won't last forever. This time is almost like being in suspended animation. And I am almost afraid of the incredible sadness that I know can and may follow. The kind that swallows you up and if you aren't careful will suck you into a deep depression.
So I am thoroughly enjoying and savoring every single second of this precious happiness and thanking God that He has blessed me with this time. It will be a great bolster against any negativity that may follow. Something to feed my soul through whatever may follow.
Of course, I want to think that this time is my "reward" for being through the sometimes incredible tough times I have already been through in the past. This may or may not be the case and that is okay. If the wonderful times don't last, neither can the awful ones. And with the wonderful support system I have, and the love of a Father that is beyond understanding and incomprehensible to me a mere mortal, I know I will be fine whatever may come.
In the meantime, I am going to just wallow in the sheer joy, contentment, and happiness I am finding with every new day. And give thanks to God for his mercy, grace, love and forgiveness! May all of my friends and followers enjoy a time like this at the exact time they need it.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Let's talk fire alarms...
Today, I am wondering about fire alarms and just how the infernal things work. Everytime I make a pizza or bake Chris's bread I set the oven on 425 degrees. This is a hot oven, but normal for baking things like this. The fire alarm joins in with the beeper that tells me the oven is at the proper temperature. Now my Mother's first rule of cooking is that the fire alarm is not the signal that the food is done, but mine goes off when it is supposed to go in...
On Wed. I was baking and of course, the fire alarm is going off. It would not stop so I took it down and took it outside on the porch banister. That night when Chris came home he brought it in and said it wouldn't do much good for us out there. He knows how it works, so it was no surprise to him to find it out there. I put it back up and didn't think anything more about it.
On Thursday, I was boiling water to drink and make Kool-aid. Our city water has more nasty in it than a well in a village in the middle of a cholera outbreak in the 1300's. I was pouring the hot water into a pitcher to cool, and the pitcher started to overflow. I grabbed a kitchen towel and threw it on the counter to stop the water from running down on the laminate floor. Well, the edge of the towel fell across the stove and I didn't see it and it caught fire. I had turned around to grab some paper towels for the water too, and when I turned back around I grabbed the water pitcher and poured it on the fire. And the entire time the fire alarm remained completely SILENT. Not a peep...hmmmm. Now how does that work??
On Wed. I was baking and of course, the fire alarm is going off. It would not stop so I took it down and took it outside on the porch banister. That night when Chris came home he brought it in and said it wouldn't do much good for us out there. He knows how it works, so it was no surprise to him to find it out there. I put it back up and didn't think anything more about it.
On Thursday, I was boiling water to drink and make Kool-aid. Our city water has more nasty in it than a well in a village in the middle of a cholera outbreak in the 1300's. I was pouring the hot water into a pitcher to cool, and the pitcher started to overflow. I grabbed a kitchen towel and threw it on the counter to stop the water from running down on the laminate floor. Well, the edge of the towel fell across the stove and I didn't see it and it caught fire. I had turned around to grab some paper towels for the water too, and when I turned back around I grabbed the water pitcher and poured it on the fire. And the entire time the fire alarm remained completely SILENT. Not a peep...hmmmm. Now how does that work??
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Exercise - a dirty 7 letter word
Ok, I admit it, I HATE to sweat. And like I told Chris the other day while we were walking on the trail, if there is a bear chasing me, I might think about running, but playing dead sounds a lot easier... Walking the rail-trail, and riding bikes there too, is about all the exercise I want. When it comes to exercise equipment, I have about as much luck with it as I have with lawn mowers - see my previous blog. Besides, I used to take excuses for gym class from my Mom, and was raised that "bodily exercise profiteth little" ( 1 Tim. 4:8). I always wore dresses, and couldn't participate in a lot of the things that they were doing in gym class.
One day, Chris and I went to visit his parents. I had been there a few times before, so it wasn't my first visit. Good thing too... We talked with them a while and were discussing buying a treadmill. They had one, and wanted us to walk on theirs to see what we thought. Chris walks on it a few minutes and gets off and tells me to try it out. So I did. I had never been on a treadmill before, and I am so clumbsy that my nickname in my family is either "klutz" or "grace". Chris fastened the little shut off clip to my shirt and they started it up and I stepped off the sides and on the machine. Then they started talking to me. And that was all she wrote... The next thing I know I am flying off the thing backwards, hitting the wall and lying in a heap in the corner behind the machine, and my toe is throbbing! Chris and his dad are cracking up laughing and his Mom is shrilly telling them to get me up! No one knows for sure what exactly happened, but there were tread burns on my toe and it apparently got caught under the edge of the tread and twisted. All the guys could say is that they were sorry noone caught it on tape for America's Funniest Videos. Some help they were.
We did go on to buy a treadmill, and I used it for several weeks. One of the many times I have went on a diet and exercised and GAINED weight... So, so much for that! I'm not overweight; I'm under tall...
One day, Chris and I went to visit his parents. I had been there a few times before, so it wasn't my first visit. Good thing too... We talked with them a while and were discussing buying a treadmill. They had one, and wanted us to walk on theirs to see what we thought. Chris walks on it a few minutes and gets off and tells me to try it out. So I did. I had never been on a treadmill before, and I am so clumbsy that my nickname in my family is either "klutz" or "grace". Chris fastened the little shut off clip to my shirt and they started it up and I stepped off the sides and on the machine. Then they started talking to me. And that was all she wrote... The next thing I know I am flying off the thing backwards, hitting the wall and lying in a heap in the corner behind the machine, and my toe is throbbing! Chris and his dad are cracking up laughing and his Mom is shrilly telling them to get me up! No one knows for sure what exactly happened, but there were tread burns on my toe and it apparently got caught under the edge of the tread and twisted. All the guys could say is that they were sorry noone caught it on tape for America's Funniest Videos. Some help they were.
We did go on to buy a treadmill, and I used it for several weeks. One of the many times I have went on a diet and exercised and GAINED weight... So, so much for that! I'm not overweight; I'm under tall...
Monday, April 26, 2010
Meeting your true love
Well, today, I will tell you how I met my fiance' Chris, my most precious treasure! It was Jan. 2002, and I was recovering from a rather nasty relationship, but still had a lot of hope that my prince was out there. I was working for a food place in the mall and going to school to be a medical assistant. My manager and I were really good friends, and she put a starter profile of me on a dating website. She waited till I came to work and told me about it and then asked me to come over and complete the profile. I wasn't too keen on it to begin with, but I figured what the heck. I had nothing to fear on the internet, I had already met all the freaks and weird-o's in person. So that Fri, she and I went out to dinner and then went back to her house and got on-line and started answering questions. She knows me pretty well, so I didn't have too much to do. I didn't have a picture either, so that step was eliminated too. After we finished the profile, she told me to go ahead and go on the search part of the site and see what was out there. Still not too keen on it, she finally talked me into it. She had met her boyfriend on the same site, so she was convincing.
The first photo I saw was Chris and I said "Hey, he's cute!" She told me to say "hi" to him. I wasn't sure I wanted to because I was raised that men make the first move. But I went ahead and said "hi" and sure enough, he was on-line. We instant-messaged for about 90 minutes that evening and at the end he gave me his phone number and told me I could call him if I wanted. Two nights later I did. We talked for 2 hours. And 2 hours the next night and the next night....
So he asked me if I wanted to meet. He said if I did that I should set up the place and the time and he would meet me there so I would be comfortable. So I said OK, and we decided on dinner and a movie. We would meet at Ryan's on Monday after work for dinner and then go to the mall for a movie after. This was my territory, so I felt safe.
Monday night came, and I went to meet Chris. As I was driving down the road to Ryan's I realized that they are not open on Monday's. I had a nervous laugh thinking he might think I was blowing him off by picking a place that isn't open on Mondays. But I pulled in the lot and saw his car and pulled up and the rest as they say is history. We had dinner at Applebee's and went to see "The Mothman Prophecies" and then sat and talked for about 2 hours in the parking lot. We have been inseparable ever since. It was 8 years this past Jan, and we are getting married this Sept at the beach! Every day with him has been a blessing, and I am looking forward to the rest of my life with him.
The first photo I saw was Chris and I said "Hey, he's cute!" She told me to say "hi" to him. I wasn't sure I wanted to because I was raised that men make the first move. But I went ahead and said "hi" and sure enough, he was on-line. We instant-messaged for about 90 minutes that evening and at the end he gave me his phone number and told me I could call him if I wanted. Two nights later I did. We talked for 2 hours. And 2 hours the next night and the next night....
So he asked me if I wanted to meet. He said if I did that I should set up the place and the time and he would meet me there so I would be comfortable. So I said OK, and we decided on dinner and a movie. We would meet at Ryan's on Monday after work for dinner and then go to the mall for a movie after. This was my territory, so I felt safe.
Monday night came, and I went to meet Chris. As I was driving down the road to Ryan's I realized that they are not open on Monday's. I had a nervous laugh thinking he might think I was blowing him off by picking a place that isn't open on Mondays. But I pulled in the lot and saw his car and pulled up and the rest as they say is history. We had dinner at Applebee's and went to see "The Mothman Prophecies" and then sat and talked for about 2 hours in the parking lot. We have been inseparable ever since. It was 8 years this past Jan, and we are getting married this Sept at the beach! Every day with him has been a blessing, and I am looking forward to the rest of my life with him.
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