Ever wonder what you’d look like if you were a character on Southpark?
Yeah, me, either…
But that is certainly me. 😉 Click it make your own — you know you wanna!
Tip: Tish at The Kat House
You know when you have real friends in your life just because a simple word or two from them can make all the difference in whether your day goes really rotten or super swell.
One day I woke up and said, “I don’t want to work here anymore. Why don’t I just move.” So I finally did it. I relocated. Let me tell ya, I am quite a bit happier. Not that I don’t love my friends and family that I have left behind, but I needed change.
Of all the things with this move I wish I could change, I think the one I could do without is all of the driving. Then again, I could just be saying that because I just heard the Frank Sinatra redition of “Fly Away.” If only I could simply go to Peru or to have a drink in an exotic local just for kicks. For that matter, wouldn’t it just be nice to take a sabbatical just to make whoopie?
I don’t think that I am the only person who is guilty of not taking enough time for themselves.
Oh well, with this relocation I have become not only a photographer, but I am also the ice cream delivery guy. Just remember if you let me cool ya one time you’ll be my regular stop.
That was the question.
I was blown completely in a direction that I had never even fathomed in fall of last year.
Like many kids my age, I have found myself all grown up, family raised, divorced and running completely wild. Kind of like turning 21 again, kinda.
I was pretty content with how life was going. My kids are grown up and I can come and go as I please.
Running around with the girls… you bet.
Acting extremely silly and pirate like… wouldn’t have had it any other way.
But, then it happened. My bestest friends introduced me to the man that would forever change my being. As fate would have it, things moved along rather rapido. And BAM – the question came…
Wanna get married? Of course, it was much sweeter than that. It was a very touching a precious moment. YEP! Let’s get married. GAME ON!
This happened last October.
The holidays went by smoothly and we were still getting to know each other pretty well.
I met his family. They seemed to like me. I passed the test.
Then it was set!! June 2nd. Invitations ordered. Cake ordered. Dress ordered. Church on hold. Preacher with a Bible. You name it, it was ordered. You get the picture.
But as days went by, I started to get scared. In typical Diva fashion, I flipped out, and decided that maybe we needed time to get our ducks in a row and everything ironed out both in our personal lives (kids and whatnot) and with our life together (roof over head, combining of households… ya know).
I put my entire wedding party in a holding pattern like a jumbo jet circling La Guardia during rush hour on Monday morning in Manhattan. I have never felt such pressure or such fear and I’ve had some pretty self-induced dramatic experiences in my life.
Everybody had some sort of input. A slight few of my closest friends were very understanding and supportive and just went happily into the holding pattern.
Others decided that it didn’t need to happen and actively gave opinions over and over.
You see, planning of the wedding ceremony was all set up and in place. But the cold feet I ended up being the proud owner of got the best of me. The wedding ceremony was the easy part. After it was all planned out and ready to go, I had time to stop and think. Which in this case, turned out to be a good thing.
I started to think about how different we are. How our views on alot of things are completely in the opposite. The way we treat and raise our kids is totally ass backward from one another.
One of the biggest fears I’ve got: becoming a wicked step-mother.
His son had always been nice to me, until the plans started to come together and it was apparent to him that this was really going to happen. Silently but surely, I knew he was sabotaging it. At least in my non-rational mind I’m sure he was.
But, I found out, when I started to keep my fella at arms length due to fear and wasn’t seeing half as much of him, just how important he is to me.
In the last week of my self-promoted hiding phase, I started to really ponder on all of the little things he does just to make me smile.
**The 100 mile-round-trips he makes in the middle of the week just to say hi and give me a kiss**
**Being serenaded in front of everyone by him and his bluegrass buddies as they sing “You are My Flower” because he wants me to know how much he loves me**
**Jumping in his big ol’ truck to ride around and do nothing but look and talk**
That man loves me. He’s not trying to tame me or make me into something I’m not. He takes my bitchy and ever-so-slightly sarcastic tone with a teaspoon of sugar and loves me anyway.
I finally got enough courage to talk to him.. To tell him I’m a freak and that I was scared of what was happening. You know, face-to-face verbal communication is way under-rated.
We both had answers to all the questions that were looming. We came to agreement on alot of subject matter.
So, I guess the answer to the above question is….
TO WED. Yes.
We have decided that a fall wedding is in order and that we are going to have a
most wonderful, beautiful ever after together.
Details to follow soon. I need to pull my wedding party in from the holding pattern and in for a landing before I go and shout from the roof-tops.
