It was August 28, 2008

So we got married yesterday.

I feel different because now I am officially WIFE.
I feel different because now when I refer to him as my HUSBAND he actually IS.
I feel excellent as I look through the beginnings of our pictures and see how beautiful we are.

We are perfectly together.

One womans heart

I truly enjoy serving my man.

Some women don’t, and that’s "ok" for them, grrrreat for them; but I do.

I like to hand him the fork that will nourish him.

I like to anticipate his need for a napkin!

As I fold the napkin between my fingers and hand it to him I visualize what it is going to feel like as it brushes over his mouth and cheeks. Lucky little napkin.

Some women feel that to serve their man is to be subservient and lowers themselves and that in itself is good reason for them not to do it! (If you ask me)

I don’t feel that way at all.

I hate folding laundry, HATE it, but not his.

I love to touch the things that will touch him, I LOVE him and I love to think loving thoughts as I fold or hang the shirts that will hang off his shoulders. Shoulders that are there to love me and keep me warm and hold me close and offer me protection. I don't need to be protected but I need his shoulders. .. shoulders that belong to a real man, a strong man, a man to admire; and I do.

I don’t bunch socks, I refuse, I throw them in a laundry basket and don’t think to them again, he knows that- but once in a while I’ll bunch some for him since I know he hates rummaging through the sock basket trying to find matches.

As I stack them in his drawer I think to myself how he knows I don’t do socks, he knows it and he may look at that little pile of bunched up socks in his drawer and feel loved every single morning until they run out, because I took the time to bunch them up and put them there for him.

I also think to myself that even if he doesn’t feel the way I mentioned whenever he opens his sock drawer, I will.

I will.

And it feels beautiful to love someone like that.

I want him to feel really good.

Some women don’t think it is important for their man to feel good, they actually feel threatened somehow by him feeling good about himself and that’s fine for them but I know better.

I know that the best man to be with is a healthy, fulfilled, loved and happy (sexy) man (gotta have sexy) who doesn’t second guess himself or those around him but is filled with the assurance of his following- filled with the assurance that his dreams are important.

That is the kind of man I share my life with!

Some women are just missing out on all the fun.

Is this not rediculous? -OR- Ewwww?

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Date: 2008-08-11, 2:05PM CDT


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FOUND IT!

On the morning of July 30'th, year 2008 I entered my closet to open our "vault" in order to review the important July/August events of our early relationship because when we were chatting in the dark before falling asleep we were trying to pin point what of importance had actually occurred between us on July 28'th- which it turns out, after review, was pretty much nothing other than me asking him out.

But the 27'th! Ah, July 27' th!

Now that was the day we met face to face at the KCSingles BBQ event at Shawnee Mission Lake which is why I was asking him to meet me for coffee on July 28'th. ;)

Our "vault" is a thick notebook (pictured above) that is filled with all of the emails N and I shared during our first year of dating. I also printed off year 2 and 3 but haven't printed (nor deleted) any since then and so my current N INbox and SENT box combined, needing to be printed is somewhere around 8000 emails.

At any rate, when I opened our vault what did I see laying on top?
Our AIR SICK BAG!

Man!

I haven't been able to find it and have been looking for it everywhere, for months now!

Here it is:

Now, what IT is: The air sick bag is what I used to write on after the epiphany I had about how to figure out what our wedding date should be- the moment I opened the door from the airplane bathroom on a business flight I was taking to Texas several months ago.

We are getting married on a Thursday evening and everyone wants to know why.
Our air sick bag is why.

Here is how it began: We wanted to have a date that was significant to our relationship but we wanted to have our wedding in the spring or summer time. Our monthiversary is always on the 7'th of the month, so that would have been perfect, but my Mom and Dad left for Italy on June 6'th which wiped out the month of June and then my girls spend the summer with their Dad which knocked out both July and August 7'th. (Actually they are coming back a little earlier this year, so the 7'th would have worked, but I couldn't have known that then and I'm hardly ready now anyhow. )

SO anyway, the challenge was to come up with a significant date during these months, and there simply wasn't one.

Insert: Glorious Air Sick Bag!

So here is the break down lest I never have to try and remember it all to explain it again:

1. At the time of initiation it was nearly our 4 year anniversary, (48 months) so based on that upcoming significant event I wrote down the date:

12 07 07

I added those numbers together

1+2+7+7 = 17

2. But 17 is a double number so you have to add it together again to get a single number- which I did.

1+7 = 8

Thats how I got the month of August (8)

3. Then I thought "Hrmmm.... I wonder how many months it'll be from our anniversary until August?"

So I counted it up and from December to August was 8 months

4. So I added the 8 months between December & August, plus our 48 months anniversary
(see #1)

48+8 =56

5. But 56 is a double number so I had to break it down to a single number

5+6 = 11

6. But, you guessed it, 11 is a double number so I had to break it down too.

1+1 =2
Thats where I got the number 2 in our wedding date from.

7. Then I wrote our first and middle names as they will be when we are married.
For me, when I get married my maiden name becomes my middle name.

8. So Nicholas had 12 letters (1+2= 3)

9. I had 14 (1+4=5)

I took both of our numbers and put them together

35

3+5 = 8

Thats where I got the other 8 from and now I had our wedding date because I knew we were getting married in 2008.

10. Then, just to "check" myself, (as if I actually could) or out of curiosity since I had been diddling with all of these mysterious numbers I decided to see what I would get if I added up our date.... so I did.

8+2+8+08 = 26

11. Which of course is a double number, so you know what to do-

2+6= 8

Which somehow just seemed really right to me.

12. Then I looked up the date and it turned out is was a Thursday- who gets married on a Thursday? No one apparently, but I thought to myself that if I went to that length to find a date of significance for us to marry each other on, and found one, we should just do it that day and not wait for a Saturday and so thats just what we did!

One thing that July 28'th DID represent was the exactly one month until our wedding count down. Every day since then it has been less than a month until we are getting married.

WOW!

And there you have it.

AN ODE TO TEXAS : Notice my cool photography Dad! Taken yet again from my Olympus FE-100.. eat your heart out :)

Went to Texas this week for work.
Houston to be exact.
I went with my bossS and one of my co managers, "B" because we had a conference to go to.
We rented a Garmin GPS when we picked up our rental car to help us get around.
It would have been an excellent tool had I been able to find the "Enter Address" option sooner.

Ummm - yah.

The three of us had frozen margaritas at Chili's and retired back to our hotel rooms. Mine had a HUGE bed with a posh down comforter that looked lumpy from a distance and would have been so much more fun if N was there to enjoy it with me- but we chatted on the phone together he and I and that wasn't bad. I'm happy for technology.

One thing I didn't "get" about being in Texas was the lack of air conditioning....
What the hell?
I really didn't understand it at all.
It seemed like in the appendages of every building I was in there was nothing but stuffy Texas heat. That also included our airplane and a long delay we shared together on our runway waiting to get to Dallas.

Highlights of my trip:

• We all caught not one but 2 stand by flights and got home probably 3 hours earlier than we were supposed to!

• My co-manager "B" passing the air sick bag down to my bossS every time the turbulence scared her a little bit.

• My bossS telling us that she noticed there were 4 holes in the wall in her room where a picture should have been hung, it was creepy and she was afraid someone might be watching her through them.. but then she figured out there were little peg things in each of the holes and felt better about it.
  

• Playing Guitar Hero on the DS when we were finally allowed to turn our electronics on and getting a bad score because I haven't played for a few weeks and then loudly grumbling "Argh!#*%" (not swearing, just grumbling) but having B and BossS think I didn't know I was being (a little) loud, or could hear them with my headphones in and so doing it again "ARGH&#!" while they squirmed in their seats saying, shhhhh your being loud.... (hehe) I'm a rebel.
  

• We were a little lost trying to find the locale for our conference but we thought maybe we found it even though the address didn't match up. B was driving and she pulled up to the door telling me to hop out and see if we were in the right spot- which I did. As I went to pull the door open I found out the doors were not only automatic, but opened very quickly with a little gust of (surprisingly) air conditioned air (I work for a good company) which blew my hair back dramatically as I stood there int he door. It all startled me, particularly the doors, so I just sort of stood there with my hair blowing back as the doors opened the rest of the way, but there were folks there at the front desk and they were staring at me SO- I smiled BIG, spread my arms and said "ta da!" which made them (and me) laugh and they confirmed we had indeed found the spot we were looking for.

Comical Low Lights:

SO, B and I drove together to the airport. I parked the car, pulled my brief case and my little over night carry on out of the trunk, sling my purse over my shoulder and start to shut the trunk and all of a sudden I gasp, mid-trunk-shut as I realize that they are going to count my purse as another bag- so I can't take it. Argh!
There I am quickly trying to transfer my important purse stuff into my overnight bag, while stuffing important things like my wallet and my boarding pass and my gum into places where I'll be able to find it all. ACK!
All of a sudden I went from the cool traveler woman which I AM to a scattered woman.
Totally.
Scattered.
Egads.
I start to walk away and B points out that my car door is still open, (ARGH) I shut it and freak momentarily because I'm not sure where I stuck my keys... long story short, eventually I have it all together and we walk away from my car and into the terminal where as we pass through security I break the nail on my right middle finger which I grumble about to the female security guard who smiles at me knowingly until I hold the finger up for her inspection and say:
"It's not like it's a big deal... it's just that now I have a weapon."

I realized what I was saying as soon as I was saying it, sometimes I can really be a dip shit, but the security guard raised her eyebrows, smiled, and I put my shoes on and headed to find my bossS. Finally there I recap for my bossS the events from car to terminal, B is nodding her head, rolling her eyes and confirming it all as I talk and goes on to tell more about my disorganization as I sigh and pull out my phone to call N, phone to my ear and then on my shoulder until I could get situated I bent over looping my arm through the handles of my brief case and stood to swing it over my shoulder and as I did that both of the back straps on either side of the bag snap and it all falls to the ground.

The man sitting in front of us, who had heard/evesdropped on my original story to bossS says : Is she really riding on this plane?

God....

When we stopped in Dallas B tried to "help" (mock) my plight with my brief case by tying the two remaining handles in a knot for me so that I could once again hold my brief case on my shoulder. Which I did for a while, though every time I turned my head one of the stray strap ends would rub against my cheek. (But I thought that was funny)

24 hours later when we were going back through Dallas and bossS was getting our boarding passes -to my surprise- the other two straps suddenly snapped off!
We all laughed as I crammed the faulty straps into the nearest trash can and carried my brief case the rest of the trip like a girl carries her books through the hall between classes and since I have arms and legs that still work perfectly, all was good in my world.