Thursday, August 21, 2014

okay, so ...

So we weren't going out of town on any of our wedding anniversaries.  I got that.  At first it was Rick's guard duty weekends and then it became the start of school.  Rick left the military in 1994 and Elizabeth started school right after that.  My September 9ths have been booked solid ever since.

Just thinking ... Rick missed our very first anniversary.  He had been called away for some silly adventure with the Air Force and I celebrated with my maid of honor and her husband.  Yeah, it was fun.  Actually it was.  It turns out that I was pregnant (unbeknownst to anyone yet) and we were about to be in for the ride of our lives.  Oh, just for the record ... that silly Air Force adventure was actually Desert Storm and Desert Shield, the Iraq vs. Kuwait war that almost had Rick away for a full year.  Fortunately his mission was aborted and he came home to the news that we were expecting a child.  We like to do things fancy, you know?

So how did we spend all of those anniversaries?  Well, not in Arkansas.

For our first few anniversaries, Rick had found an adorable little Italian restaurant in Glendale, Ca. that we came to love.  Noodles.  Sadly it went out of business right before our fourth anniversary but we managed to have a couple of good dinners there.

You think that was a sign?  The restaurant going out of business?  Or Rick missing our first anniversary?  Ha!  We don't pay no heed to no signs.  If we had, we certainly wouldn't be about to celebrate our 25th.

TWENTY-FIVE YEARS.  It just hit me how long that is.

Of course, Rick thinks it's 26.  I guess it just seems like 26 to him.

Seems like forever to me ...


Wednesday, August 20, 2014


The date of our wedding anniversary has always been a thorn in my side.

September 9th, 1989

First of all, I don't like odd numbers.  And there's nothing even about September 9th, 1989.  Nuthin'.

I did not want to get married in September.  I wanted April.  But April wouldn't work because we would've only been engaged for six months and Rick had some crazy rule about being engaged for a full year.  I had no such rule ... but since he did, if I insisted on April, it would've had to be in April of 1990.  And that would've thrown the entire universe into a tailspin.

Yeah, an April wedding would've caused us to miss Hurricane Hugo completely.  And we all know that that wouldn't work.  Cuz we wouldn't be celebrating our 25th right now.  And we certainly wouldn't have gotten a "redo" on the radio.

Okay, so if I couldn't have an April wedding, I wanted a June wedding.  Nope.  No June wedding for Rick.  Too cliche.  Too many other people getting married then.  Okay ... so how about August?   Nope, too hot.  Actually, I wasn't all that crazy about August anyway, since my parents got married in August.  Didn't want to compete with them.  (Instead we married a whole 8 or 9 days after their anniversary ...)

So, the soonest Rick would marry me in 1989 was in September.  September is was.  But the date of the 9th was wrong.  Well, I didn't know it at the time, but it became wrong real fast.

Rick was in the Air Force back then and he always had his "guard duty" on the first weekend of each month.  However, since there was a holiday over the first weekend of September, his guard duty fell on September 9th of that year.  But to show me that he would even give up his beloved guard duty for me ... we married on one of his guard duty weekends.  I was so proud of him.

Proud ... until I realized that NONE OF HIS AIR FORCE FRIENDS COULD ATTEND OUR WEDDING!  We hadn't thought about that.  But that was easily accepted.  What really became the biggest thorn in my side was that EVERY subsequent guard duty in September WOULD FALL ON OUR ANNIVERSARY!!  Grrr.

But you know what we really couldn't beat?  Once we had a child ... school started (at least in California) DURING THE 2ND WEEK OF SEPTEMBER!   EVERY YEAR!  Hence, we never got to enjoy a little vacation getaway for our anniversary.

Hence the reason we wanted to make sure we got away on our 25th.

But not to Arkansas.


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

it's coming ...

For the last couple of weeks ( maybe even the last couple of years) I've been planning what Rick and I would do for our 25th wedding anniversary.

We had always planned to travel somewhere ... but where?  We both love Hawaii, but that's where we'll go for our 50th.  That just seems more fitting.  We thought about visiting to the 25th state that was admitted into the union ... but who knows what state that is??  Certainly not me.


I just looked it up.  Um, Arkansas?   Well, it's close to Texas.  I'll give that some thought.  Okay, gave it some thought.

Anyway, our 25th is approaching more rapidly than I'd like.  Before I tell you where we have decided to go ... I'll fill you in on where we're not going.



Thursday, August 14, 2014

98 years young

Throw Back Thursday, if that's truly a real thing.

Thought I'd share with you what's been on my mind all day.

August 14th will always be a special day to me.  It was my mother's birthday.  And although she was born on August 14th and we always celebrated her birthday on that day ... at age 70, she learned that her birth certificate read August 12th as her birthdate.  That bothered her no end.  

We still only celebrated on the 14th.

And today was no exception.  Although I didn't throw her a party, she did remain on my mind all day.  She was a very special lady.  Not a mean bone in her body.  Not a hair out of place.  And I never noticed before, but she had a winning smile.

And she loved that little peanut she was holding.  Loved her more than life itself.

Happy Birthday, Mom!


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

is it me ...

... or does this guy on the new nickel look just plain scary?

Jefferson never looked so bad.

Poltergeist, anyone?

Poor Tom.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

i'm rich!

I just checked on my savings account ... and I'm so thrilled with how the economy has turned around and purt' near made me a millionaire.  The interest on my money is beyond my wildest imagination.  Beyond it.


Um, just in case you were wondering ... it's the top figure.  
Yeah, the bottom figure was just too good to be true.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

true fame ...

Gotta tell you, I've been thinking about what true fame is and I've only been able to come up with one thing:

Jody Dean (DJ):  Go to video and watch it ... share it with your friends, like our Facebook page, too.  You'll really enjoy this ... and you'll also get to hear the line of the morning.  I think this might've been the moment of the wedding this past Friday.  Do you know which one I'm talking about?

Rebekah Black (DJ):  I don't.

Jody Dean:  This one, where Rebekah was outside, ten feet away from us, on the red carpet ... and issued this:

Rebekah:  "We're gonna talk to Kris and I'm going to ask the question I've always wanted to ask on a red carpet ... 'Kris, who are you wearing?' "

Kris:  Who am I wearing?  How sad, I'm wearing 'Dillards.'

Jody Dean:  Dillards!!

David Rancken (DJ):  Dillards never looked better!


Whew.  That could've gone so wrong.

By the way, for my California friends ... Dillards is the equivalent of the old Broadway stores.  Or Mervyn's.  Or Pic 'n' Save.  Take your pick.

Know what was actually more of a shining moment?  My name... my name!... my little name was mentioned in the same sentence as Miley Cyrus'.   Thank you very much.  I've achieved all I need to now.


P.S.  If you wanna see the idiot who spoke those goofy words... check this out:

Fortunately, it opens with that line.  I would never make you sit through those excruciating five minutes again.  No really.  No.  Really.  Unless you want to.


Thursday, August 7, 2014

i have ...

... a mosquito bite.  I actually have more than one mosquito bite.  More that two.  Even more than three!  At last count, I had fifteen mosquito bites.  F I F T E E N.

I figured I had a record number of bites adorning my arms and legs.  Maybe a world's record!  Maybe even the Guinness Book of World Records number of bites.

Then one of my smart aleck friends sent me this:

We're not friends anymore.  If I can't have the world's record, then I don't want to play.

Besides, fifteen is my favorite number.  700 is not.

Fifteen is the number of ... pennies I have in my cupholder in my car.  It's the number of minutes of fame that I think I had.  And it's the number of flavors of Sonic drinks that I like.  Wait, maybe it's 700 after all.

Either way, I bet I itch just as much as Diane.  

So there.


Wednesday, August 6, 2014