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Thursday, June 28, 2012
A Year of Procrastination and Poor Quality Photos (DID YOU TAKE THAT WITH A POTATO?).
Oh my... I have had SUCH a hectic life the last year, I have completely forgotten to update my blog like I personally vowed to do (more like queen of procrastination really). Well, I finally remembered, and I have so much to write about and photos to display (that I took with my amazing phone camera, WHAT QUALITY!)! Things such as: How I got out of my financial HELL-HOLE, how my marriage is sufficing, our various hobbies, oh, and we had a baby! So... I promise, in the next few weeks I will return to my late-night, internet rantings about life!
Funny People
Some people come up with the most slap-the-knee, darn funniest things I have ever heard. Me, on the other hand, I couldn't make a joke if it was written for me, spoken for me, and had an audience paid to laugh at it for me. Thank goodness I am blessed with the ability to laugh at some of the most stupid (ahem, immature) stuff. I think that's what balances out the humor in my life, I can't make funny but funny can make me... (most of the time I have to laugh at myself and all the dumb things people point out at that I do or have done). Either I need to start wearing glasses (or pillows) because I comically fall (often) and find every sexual related term halarious (at a gun store with the husband and a sign reads: Great Penetrating Power). Yes... I laughed out loud until my cheeks hurt and my husband played it off as if we were not related in any way.
Funny things that make me laugh:
Funny things that make me laugh:
It May be That My Sole Purpose in Life is Simply to Serve as a Warning to Others.
It may be that my sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others: case-in-point...
I married my husband after only knowing him for one month.
Be good; if you can’t be good, have fun.
I married my husband after only knowing him for one month.
It's a funny story really, we were co-workers and we never had talked to each other before. We had only worked with each other for no more than three hours since I started working there the year before the day we fell in love. We both worked at a nursing home and as he was getting off his shift, I was starting mine. In nursing homes as one shift arrives the shift currently there has to give "report" and tell the oncoming shift everything that went on during the day and any changes that are seen in any of the residents or any new cares to be given. Anyway, I went to check the 24 hour report (a report that just notes the residents behaviors [basically what you would tell everyone during report] ect. ect.) and as I bent over to check the report on the desk... BAM... my butt touches my now husband on his hip. I quickly apologized and turned RED AS A BEET. I would call myself socially inept... pretty shy ever since I was a wee young one... but he was cute and I totally touched him with my butt! Then he went home and I thought nothing of it but for how stupid I felt and gossipped with my coworker over how cute he was!
The next day as I arrive at work I realize someone called in sick to their shift. I (not knowing at the time) didn't realize my future husband volunteered that day to stay late and work half the shift because he would get to work with me. My husband also later confessed that he also thought I intentionally touched him with my butt. That whole night we talked and kept sitting closer and closer until right before he left we kissed outside the time clock.
Our first kiss! It was magical. I practically remember every moment of it, from the gum he was chewing to the color scrub top he was wearing... he put his arms around me in a tight embrace (really tight) and as he kissed me I swear he had to hold me up because I was pretty sure I was going to faint (or he was cutting off the oxygen supply to my brain).
I never expected us to end up married a month later, or even date. The truth is, my husband and I are morally HORRIBLE people. He was engaged to be married to someone seven months later and I was in a new relationship with a man stationed down in Georgia for the National Guard getting ready to deploy the day before my husband and his now ex-fiance were to be married. So... we both cheated on our significant others with that kiss. I even told him, "I want you to get back with ****** and get married and be happy...." and "we wouldn't work out being together we are much too different of people (because I didn't want to screw up his life and ruin his marriage)." I think I consciously cared about him as much as I do now and was hoping not to ruin his life. But.. I did :)
A week later he broke up with his now ex-fiance and I moved in. We felt as though we were twin-flames.... or soul mates. I left him a little note on his pillow before I went to work one night (he worked Pm's and I worked overnights) saying that "I understand if you don't want to see me anymore and if you think I am crazy but I just want to tell you I love you." When he got home and read that he said he almost cried and said he felt the same way and was afraid to tell me in fear I would think he was crazy too. --We actually kept the notes, I will definitely post what I said on them if there is a request because I'm only paraphrasing here-- I only knew him for a week but we both felt as if we had known each other our whole entire lives. I felt as though we complimented each other in every way and even our weakness were reinforced into strengths as we continued to support each other through the difficult times we faced (and currently face).
My husband continues to this day to be my best friend. When there is a black-head to be popped out of his behind, I'll be there. Whenever there is a black, one inch long whisker on my chin ready to be found and plucked, there he is tweezers in hand. I never wanted to be married growing up, I never cared about having a wedding, or a ring either... We actually tried our hardest to keep our marriage secret, I even secretly Googled "marrying fiance after knowing him for only 1 month" to see just how crazy we were, but don't tell my husband that... and yeah, there was nothing I could find about it. we got married at the courthouse, got $20 rings from Amazon.com but work gossip ultimately got the best of that and EVERYONE knew the next day, but, oh well :)
I hope whatever anyone chooses, they they choose to be with someone that ultimately makes them want to be the best person they can be, that makes them smile, feel comfortable and safe. That's what is important. I'm not endorsing getting married because you randomly meet a stranger and think you are in love... you know when you find that other person. It's that hardest thing to explain in the world but ... you just know when you found that one person. I used to think love and soul mates was all bullshit told to us so people could get married and create an institution utilized to raise children in a correct environment (and still some do) but like I have said, I used to have my WHOLE life planned out from plan A to plan IM A FAILURE PLAN ZZZ, but I'm relearning how to live.
I married my husband after only knowing him for one month.
Be good; if you can’t be good, have fun.
I married my husband after only knowing him for one month.
It's a funny story really, we were co-workers and we never had talked to each other before. We had only worked with each other for no more than three hours since I started working there the year before the day we fell in love. We both worked at a nursing home and as he was getting off his shift, I was starting mine. In nursing homes as one shift arrives the shift currently there has to give "report" and tell the oncoming shift everything that went on during the day and any changes that are seen in any of the residents or any new cares to be given. Anyway, I went to check the 24 hour report (a report that just notes the residents behaviors [basically what you would tell everyone during report] ect. ect.) and as I bent over to check the report on the desk... BAM... my butt touches my now husband on his hip. I quickly apologized and turned RED AS A BEET. I would call myself socially inept... pretty shy ever since I was a wee young one... but he was cute and I totally touched him with my butt! Then he went home and I thought nothing of it but for how stupid I felt and gossipped with my coworker over how cute he was!
The next day as I arrive at work I realize someone called in sick to their shift. I (not knowing at the time) didn't realize my future husband volunteered that day to stay late and work half the shift because he would get to work with me. My husband also later confessed that he also thought I intentionally touched him with my butt. That whole night we talked and kept sitting closer and closer until right before he left we kissed outside the time clock.
Our first kiss! It was magical. I practically remember every moment of it, from the gum he was chewing to the color scrub top he was wearing... he put his arms around me in a tight embrace (really tight) and as he kissed me I swear he had to hold me up because I was pretty sure I was going to faint (or he was cutting off the oxygen supply to my brain).
I never expected us to end up married a month later, or even date. The truth is, my husband and I are morally HORRIBLE people. He was engaged to be married to someone seven months later and I was in a new relationship with a man stationed down in Georgia for the National Guard getting ready to deploy the day before my husband and his now ex-fiance were to be married. So... we both cheated on our significant others with that kiss. I even told him, "I want you to get back with ****** and get married and be happy...." and "we wouldn't work out being together we are much too different of people (because I didn't want to screw up his life and ruin his marriage)." I think I consciously cared about him as much as I do now and was hoping not to ruin his life. But.. I did :)
A week later he broke up with his now ex-fiance and I moved in. We felt as though we were twin-flames.... or soul mates. I left him a little note on his pillow before I went to work one night (he worked Pm's and I worked overnights) saying that "I understand if you don't want to see me anymore and if you think I am crazy but I just want to tell you I love you." When he got home and read that he said he almost cried and said he felt the same way and was afraid to tell me in fear I would think he was crazy too. --We actually kept the notes, I will definitely post what I said on them if there is a request because I'm only paraphrasing here-- I only knew him for a week but we both felt as if we had known each other our whole entire lives. I felt as though we complimented each other in every way and even our weakness were reinforced into strengths as we continued to support each other through the difficult times we faced (and currently face).
My husband continues to this day to be my best friend. When there is a black-head to be popped out of his behind, I'll be there. Whenever there is a black, one inch long whisker on my chin ready to be found and plucked, there he is tweezers in hand. I never wanted to be married growing up, I never cared about having a wedding, or a ring either... We actually tried our hardest to keep our marriage secret, I even secretly Googled "marrying fiance after knowing him for only 1 month" to see just how crazy we were, but don't tell my husband that... and yeah, there was nothing I could find about it. we got married at the courthouse, got $20 rings from Amazon.com but work gossip ultimately got the best of that and EVERYONE knew the next day, but, oh well :)
I hope whatever anyone chooses, they they choose to be with someone that ultimately makes them want to be the best person they can be, that makes them smile, feel comfortable and safe. That's what is important. I'm not endorsing getting married because you randomly meet a stranger and think you are in love... you know when you find that other person. It's that hardest thing to explain in the world but ... you just know when you found that one person. I used to think love and soul mates was all bullshit told to us so people could get married and create an institution utilized to raise children in a correct environment (and still some do) but like I have said, I used to have my WHOLE life planned out from plan A to plan IM A FAILURE PLAN ZZZ, but I'm relearning how to live.
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