Friday, May 29, 2009
The Things We Do For Love...
So, today is officially my only day of summer. Starting Monday, I will be teaching summer school from 8-1 and then driving straight to my summer job leasing apartments. I'm looking forward to the extra money and the stress that it will take off Nick's shoulders (my hubby is a worrier), but I'm a little sad I don't get my summer off. EMT school and the Fire Academy are not free, so I will take this summer to aid my Love in pursuing his dreams. I am so proud of him. He has been working so hard and non-stop. I can't wait to see all of his hard work completely open up the doorway to all he ever wanted. For that, I think I can suck it up one more summer and work. Here are a few pictures of some fun times from last summer. Hopefully, we'll be able to pencil in a few of these outings this summer too!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Here I am!
So I've debated over and over about getting a blog. What would I blog about? Who would be interested? Why would anybody want to read about me? Screw that! Here I am! I've decided that it's only appropriate that my first blog be about MY BIG THREE...the three biggest events in my life to this point.
#1
Picture it. Lubbock, TX. Summer 2000. (my salute to Sophia on the Golden Girls) I'm a naive 19 year old little girl working a fantastic college job of leasing apartments. A green motorcycle pulls up and the most beautiful man I'd ever seen hikes his leg over and procedes to come into my leasing office. MY leasing office. I couldn't believe it. The whole time I showed him the apartment, my stomach was in knots. I totally thought he was making fun of me as we walked through the apartments and I was thoroughly embarrassed. A few minutes later, we were picking out apartments based on "whichever one is closest to yours". Yes...that would be mine. Seven days...yes I kept count... that would be seven days later, as I sit with my roommate watching Passions in my PJs, I hear a knock at the door. Sweet. I'm in my pajamas watching the lamest soap opera of all time. This is starting off well. I answered the door and I was gone. I was in love for the very first time in my life. Not puppy love. Not a strong liking or lust. The deep down, bone rattling, core shaking, change your life kind of love. Our year together was full of turmoil and love and breakups and love and tears and love. Do you get it?!? It was rough, but man you just can't stop that love. And then he left. He LEFT me! ME! Ouch! I grew up in that instant.
#2
Picture it. Brownwood, TX. July 2004. My best friend, confidant and soul sister is dieing. Grandma was slowly getting sicker and sicker. I spent every waking minute I could at the hospital. We talked. We watched Wheel of Fortune. We laid in her hospital bed together. It was the only way you would want to spend the end. I was in Ft. Worth on a quick trip when we got the call. She had slipped into a coma and it wasn't looking good. My sister and I headed to Brownwood as quickly as we could. I think she waited...I think she held on...for me! I looked in her face and told her how much I loved her. I looked in her eyes and told her I would take her with me wherever I went. I told her she could go. Sad...I know. It was hard. That night she died. I carried her ashes at the funeral because I couldn't imagine anyone else taking her down the isle of the church she had gone to for so many years, for the last time. I said goodbye to her by singing the song from our favorite show. Thank you for being a friend! Traveled down the road and back again. You heart is true. Your a pal and a confidant. And if you threw a party. Invited everyone you knew. You would see the biggest gift would be from me and the card attached would say...Thank you for being a friend!
#3
Here is where it all comes together! I know you are ready for a little bit of happy! Picture it...sorry, I had to keep up the theme. Lubbock, TX. May 2006. I get an email from someone I never thought I would hear from again. It simply stated, "I think of you". That's it. Simple as that. How do you respond to someone who broke your heart into a million little pieces. How do you say all that you have built up for 5 years. Well, if you don't love him anymore you say "Go to hell" or maybe nothing at all. But if you still love him, through all the hurt, you say "I think of you too." Then you get back together after five long years. You work out as many of your hang ups and issues as you can. You get married on the birthday of your dead, but still very much living with in you, grandmother. You live happily ever after. It's not always perfect, but I couldn't imagine doing it any other way.
So there it is. My first blog. Not all will be this long...or sad...or coherent, I'm sure. I can't wait to write about babies and houses, but for now...it's just me!
#1
Picture it. Lubbock, TX. Summer 2000. (my salute to Sophia on the Golden Girls) I'm a naive 19 year old little girl working a fantastic college job of leasing apartments. A green motorcycle pulls up and the most beautiful man I'd ever seen hikes his leg over and procedes to come into my leasing office. MY leasing office. I couldn't believe it. The whole time I showed him the apartment, my stomach was in knots. I totally thought he was making fun of me as we walked through the apartments and I was thoroughly embarrassed. A few minutes later, we were picking out apartments based on "whichever one is closest to yours". Yes...that would be mine. Seven days...yes I kept count... that would be seven days later, as I sit with my roommate watching Passions in my PJs, I hear a knock at the door. Sweet. I'm in my pajamas watching the lamest soap opera of all time. This is starting off well. I answered the door and I was gone. I was in love for the very first time in my life. Not puppy love. Not a strong liking or lust. The deep down, bone rattling, core shaking, change your life kind of love. Our year together was full of turmoil and love and breakups and love and tears and love. Do you get it?!? It was rough, but man you just can't stop that love. And then he left. He LEFT me! ME! Ouch! I grew up in that instant.
#2
Picture it. Brownwood, TX. July 2004. My best friend, confidant and soul sister is dieing. Grandma was slowly getting sicker and sicker. I spent every waking minute I could at the hospital. We talked. We watched Wheel of Fortune. We laid in her hospital bed together. It was the only way you would want to spend the end. I was in Ft. Worth on a quick trip when we got the call. She had slipped into a coma and it wasn't looking good. My sister and I headed to Brownwood as quickly as we could. I think she waited...I think she held on...for me! I looked in her face and told her how much I loved her. I looked in her eyes and told her I would take her with me wherever I went. I told her she could go. Sad...I know. It was hard. That night she died. I carried her ashes at the funeral because I couldn't imagine anyone else taking her down the isle of the church she had gone to for so many years, for the last time. I said goodbye to her by singing the song from our favorite show. Thank you for being a friend! Traveled down the road and back again. You heart is true. Your a pal and a confidant. And if you threw a party. Invited everyone you knew. You would see the biggest gift would be from me and the card attached would say...Thank you for being a friend!
#3
Here is where it all comes together! I know you are ready for a little bit of happy! Picture it...sorry, I had to keep up the theme. Lubbock, TX. May 2006. I get an email from someone I never thought I would hear from again. It simply stated, "I think of you". That's it. Simple as that. How do you respond to someone who broke your heart into a million little pieces. How do you say all that you have built up for 5 years. Well, if you don't love him anymore you say "Go to hell" or maybe nothing at all. But if you still love him, through all the hurt, you say "I think of you too." Then you get back together after five long years. You work out as many of your hang ups and issues as you can. You get married on the birthday of your dead, but still very much living with in you, grandmother. You live happily ever after. It's not always perfect, but I couldn't imagine doing it any other way.
So there it is. My first blog. Not all will be this long...or sad...or coherent, I'm sure. I can't wait to write about babies and houses, but for now...it's just me!
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