Before I knew it I was no longer who I was…within one hour, a blessing, a few splashes of holy water here and there I was now someone’s wife. I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Friend Guy. How the heck did THAT happen?! I almost didn’t walk down the aisle. Three weeks before the… Continue reading Mr. & Mrs.
The morning of the wedding was upon me. Did I ever mention that I gave Friend Guy an option not to get married? Prior to getting engaged when we were just in the talking about getting married stage I once said “You know…we could just buy a house and have a baby, we don’t have… Continue reading Bridal March
Along with the annulment paperwork that finally came through we received notice that the priest we wanted to do the wedding would no longer be available. This apparently threw Friend Guy into a tizzy and we needed to take action. Isn’t it funny what makes people react? We took a trip up to Connecticut one… Continue reading Take Action
Preparations were underway. There’s nothing I do better than planning minutia. The smallest detail, the little things, that’s where I love to live. How creating a whole picture out of the tiny accents that culminate into the greater good. We discussed that since I had already had a wedding, this could be tailored a bit towards more of… Continue reading Dry Heave
It was the morning of 4th of July and my girls were visiting Gingham and Friend Guy and I were going to the Parade and had a day planned of family BBQ’s and visiting friends. He was running late and I was sitting on the couch watching TV. He came in and had a big… Continue reading Glinda the Good Witch
So as time went on and things seemed to be going well we agreed for Friend Guy to actually move in. My girls were not thrilled with this, but they also didn’t like school so I wasn’t basing my life choices on their likes and dislikes. I was still home on disability, but getting stronger… Continue reading Food Wars
After only 12 hours I was sent home from the hospital and spent the next three weeks living with my girls at my parents house. I slept in a recliner in the family room and I couldn’t talk or eat. The surgery went into my spine through the front and I guess they had to… Continue reading Flashing Lights