This isn't where I figured I'd be today. As I approach my 5 year class reunion I can't help but remember all of the times I swore up and down I would be traveling the world and too busy to come back to the small town I came from. And here I am......Watching my two children sleep, tuning in and out of Oprah, debating on weather tacos or chicken would be better for dinner.
It's taken me a while to accept the fact that this is where I am meant to be. In contrast to my teenage years full of excitement and danger, the potato chips ground into my fancy 60 dollar rug seems pale. But I'm here to tell you, this is where I'm supposed to be.
For those of you who read this someday, I don't want this to be referred to as a "blog." I want these to be stories I'm passing on to those who care enough to read them. I'm not the "blogger" type. I'm not interested in telling you when I pee, or how much weight I've gained, or hopefully lost....okay, that might come up but it'll all be relative to the big picture. My prerogative here is to be remembered and hopefully help those live by a quote I've often thought of. "A smart man learns from his own mistakes, a wise man learns from someone elses." Trust me, I've made some mistakes and hopefully you can learn from them. I hope to integrate life lessons, into the comedy show that is my life. I can't guarantee this will be well written, or that I will be diligent in writing to you every day. But it's going to be a ride, hold on.
My life began when I met my husband, for a lack of being sappy, he completes me. I had never met someone who could unconditionally love me, just for the little things that make me...me. Although that sounds simple enough, you don't know me. It really is more of a feat then it sounds. I am moody, irritable, short tempered, little firecracker with a passion for everything, especially being right. Kenny, the poor sap who married me, decided one day that he could hack it, and 3 years and 2 kids later, here we are. He's bruised, and battered but loved. It's important for you to hear the story of how we met, it sounds ridiculous and it is but it's kind of unique.
I graduated in May of 2005, I had been an alcoholic for roughly 2 years by that point. I moved to a small city near my home town and began working 3 jobs as well as going to school full time. I had no time for relationships, and no time for myself, which is just what I wanted. After an intense night of drinking on New Years 2005/2006 I returned to work at my second job for a swing shift, Denny's. My first table consisted of two good looking guys and a gorgeous girl with a TERRIBLE attitude. It became obvious to me immediately that the girl was involved with one of the guys at the table and i did my best to avoid all eye contact with either of them. Reason number one being I was still partially drunk and couldn't see them straight, reason number two being I really am not into drama, and they were obviously fighting. My attention was drawn to the other guy at the table. Tall, dark hair, a little skinny but more importantly he was wearing a Sneekee brand sweater. As a woman who hunts, fishes, shoot, hikes, better than most men, it had proven really hard for me to find a guy with the same interests who wasn't put off by my superiority.....Really, I'm that good. :) Anyway, we struck up a conversation around that sweater...I found out later that he was drunk too and it's pretty amazing that either of us even remember the encounter. No the next few minutes of our lives together is subject to intrepretation and according to me he came onto me, and according to him I asked him for his number....regardless of me him coming onto me, we ended up exchanging numbers. I called him later that night, he had already forgotten who I was, but somehow mustered up the courage to have a second meeting. Two weeks later we were engaged, 5 months later, May 13 2006 we were married. Yeah, it happened that fast. It's not something I would suggest for everyeone, there were many things that could have gone terribly wrong. For instance, did you know that it's possible to "hide" snoring from your wife for 2 years. Well , it is.
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