Today's thought...Restoring my faith in Santa Claus.
I heard probably one of the most touching stories in my life yesterday and brings a tear to my eye every time I think about it. My friend Green Monkey, (I've talked about her several times before) and I were talking about Christmas morning. She was talking about she found a "secret" letter to Santa from her sister. It said simply that if she didn't get a sock monkey for Christmas, she would stop believing in Santa.
Being so touched by the letter, she stayed up all night Christmas Eve, and made a sock monkey from scratch, and wrote a letter from Santa, telling her little sister to never stop believing. It was a true testament of the spirit of Christmas and made me so blessed and proud to know her. I still get a little weepy eyed when I think about it and when I tell others about it. She was so set on making sure that her little sister kept the childhood magic alive for even just one more year. That amazed me. So thank you Green Monkey. For restoring my own faith in Santa Claus! You have one of the biggest hearts of anybody I know. Keep being you girl!
Monday, December 26, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Today's thought...Saying good-bye to an integral part of us.
We had to say good-bye to the Hundred Dollar Wonder Car today. There was a lot of fun, a lot of love and a lot of us wrapped up in that car. It wasn't just a car. It was a part of us. It made me cry to see it go. And believe me, I've already had the people tell me I'm stupid for letting it get to me, but dammit, it's sad!
The ole man and I have had that car damn near the entire 10 years we've been married! It's been through a rear-ending, hitting a deer, going off into a ditch and breaking an axle, several headlight/taillight changes, a transmission overhaul and one of the wheels falling completely off when a bearing went out. It went through Hershey (our first dog), our wedding (when at the time coincidentally my brother in law MR2 owned it), several trips to Florida, one to Atlanta and several times to East Tennessee (and no one could believe the car actually made it as far and as long as it did without breaking down and leaving us stranded, and it never did.)
There were times when my husband would actually race other cars going down the interstate to the point that one day, I had a car come up beside me and try to race me, but backed off once they realized it was me driving and not my husband. The Hundred Dollar Wonder Car was known well through out town as a racer, and we'd never touched the engine. We could push it up to at least 120 mph (not that we ever did that), and the damn thing would NOT top out. There was no top end in the engine. The only time we ever got beat racing (I mean, riding down the road at the same rate of speed as the other car), well anyway, we were running (REALLY FASTLY) down the road and all of a sudden this red car that was running beside us (equally fast) just took off down the road and left us eating dust (figuratively speaking). That guy had NOS.
It was with us when we bought our first house, and when we lost our Hershey to pancreatic cancer. I loved that car. You know how someone can be driving this piece of shit car that is rusting out from under them and no air conditioning, and you look at them and they look like they are driving around in a Rolls Royce? Yeah, that was me in the Hundred Dollar Wonder Car. You had to open the drivers side door from the inside, you had to start the car with a flat head screw driver, and sometimes the trunk pop button worked, sometimes it didn't I loved that damn car. I looked like I was driving in a Ferrari because I FELT like I was driving in a Ferrari! Didn't matter what anyone said, that was my car and I loved it! And my husband felt the same way about it when he drove it.
It was my dream to eventually turn the thing into a 10 second car. Yes, that's right. I was going to turn a Ford Tempo into a 10 second car. Alas, we had to part and say good-bye. And yes, I cried. It was a stupid car, that was a huge part of our lives as a couple and was hard to part with. For years I argued that I wouldn't ever get rid of it, but in the end, needing to eat overcame the need to make a race car. We'll get there one day, and hell who knows, maybe I'll have my Ten Second Tempo, but until that time, I have awesome memories of the one that graced our lives. To you, Hundred Dollar Wonder Car. You will be forever etched into our memories as one of, if not our all time favorite car!
We had to say good-bye to the Hundred Dollar Wonder Car today. There was a lot of fun, a lot of love and a lot of us wrapped up in that car. It wasn't just a car. It was a part of us. It made me cry to see it go. And believe me, I've already had the people tell me I'm stupid for letting it get to me, but dammit, it's sad!
The ole man and I have had that car damn near the entire 10 years we've been married! It's been through a rear-ending, hitting a deer, going off into a ditch and breaking an axle, several headlight/taillight changes, a transmission overhaul and one of the wheels falling completely off when a bearing went out. It went through Hershey (our first dog), our wedding (when at the time coincidentally my brother in law MR2 owned it), several trips to Florida, one to Atlanta and several times to East Tennessee (and no one could believe the car actually made it as far and as long as it did without breaking down and leaving us stranded, and it never did.)
There were times when my husband would actually race other cars going down the interstate to the point that one day, I had a car come up beside me and try to race me, but backed off once they realized it was me driving and not my husband. The Hundred Dollar Wonder Car was known well through out town as a racer, and we'd never touched the engine. We could push it up to at least 120 mph (not that we ever did that), and the damn thing would NOT top out. There was no top end in the engine. The only time we ever got beat racing (I mean, riding down the road at the same rate of speed as the other car), well anyway, we were running (REALLY FASTLY) down the road and all of a sudden this red car that was running beside us (equally fast) just took off down the road and left us eating dust (figuratively speaking). That guy had NOS.
It was with us when we bought our first house, and when we lost our Hershey to pancreatic cancer. I loved that car. You know how someone can be driving this piece of shit car that is rusting out from under them and no air conditioning, and you look at them and they look like they are driving around in a Rolls Royce? Yeah, that was me in the Hundred Dollar Wonder Car. You had to open the drivers side door from the inside, you had to start the car with a flat head screw driver, and sometimes the trunk pop button worked, sometimes it didn't I loved that damn car. I looked like I was driving in a Ferrari because I FELT like I was driving in a Ferrari! Didn't matter what anyone said, that was my car and I loved it! And my husband felt the same way about it when he drove it.
It was my dream to eventually turn the thing into a 10 second car. Yes, that's right. I was going to turn a Ford Tempo into a 10 second car. Alas, we had to part and say good-bye. And yes, I cried. It was a stupid car, that was a huge part of our lives as a couple and was hard to part with. For years I argued that I wouldn't ever get rid of it, but in the end, needing to eat overcame the need to make a race car. We'll get there one day, and hell who knows, maybe I'll have my Ten Second Tempo, but until that time, I have awesome memories of the one that graced our lives. To you, Hundred Dollar Wonder Car. You will be forever etched into our memories as one of, if not our all time favorite car!
Friday, December 09, 2011
Today's thought...Wedding Day memoirs.
I was watching a commercial for a show coming out called I DoOver. Where this woman takes weddings that have gone completely awry and redoes them for the bride and groom. And it made me laugh and think about my wedding. I'll never forget our wedding day, because the things that went wrong weren't serious, but they were all what you would call good luck if it happens...in old wives tales anyway. So, I figured I'd share my story.
First off, my husband and I had talked about getting married and how we wanted to do it way before, and I told him my dream was a little wedding, outside, on horseback. Of course, the first night we talked about it was the first time he proposed. LoL! But that's another story in and of itself. So the night before the wedding, my grandparents are here from out of state, my husband is at home in our apartment and no one is here but me. So I call my sister. She has a new cop boyfriend so I have no idea if she's going to make it or not. Well, she makes it, thanks in large part to the cop boyfriend, who is now her husband of 9 years with three amazing kids. And we have a very quiet bachelorette party which consisted of talking all night long, and dining on mac and cheese and hot dogs. (Best quiet party ever!)
The next morning, I get up and my mom and I go to a small country store, so I can get a pair of black jeans, (Yeah, got married in black jeans, purple top and black cowboy hat), she takes me to the local hobby shop so I can get some tulle for the veil (to go over the cowboy hat, which looked AMAZING by the way) and we stopped at grocery store and got our wedding cake (which TASTED just as amazing as my hat looked!). Yes, my wedding, from start to finish including license, cost $100! I'm so proud of me! And here's where it gets fun.
Brides maids start arriving, it's almost noon and the groom is not here to set up yet. He was supposed to be there by nine. Enter wives tale number one. If the groom is late, it's good luck. In the midst of all of this, I'm getting my horse ready, braiding flowers into her main and tail. Finally the husband shows up and it's time for me to get myself ready. Since he's essentially ready himself. Folks start arriving, I see him and freak out because I've seen the groom (even though that wives tale is about the groom not seeing the bride), and we get the horse saddled up and everyone gets into place.
Time for the wedding is quickly approaching and it hits me like a blow to the gut, the preacher isn't there. The preacher's late! I mean really? If the groom is late it's good luck right? So he finally shows up, half an hour late. That must mean it's REALLY good luck right? So then, everyone's there, it's time, daddy walks in the house, we walk out to the front yard and he walks me down the aisle (on horse back). The wedding gets under way. It was beautiful! It was truly amazing. Everyone was there and it went perfect. Everyone was cleared out and gone by 4:30 and then it was time for dinner. My parents took us out for celebration before we left for our honeymoon.
Enter wives tale number two. When it rains on your wedding day, it's good luck. Well let me tell you, just before we left for dinner, after everyone was gone, it came and damn down pour like you wouldn't believe, that lasted for all of fifteen minutes, and then was clear bluebird skies. So, sign from God that it was meant to last, or mere coincidence? I'll let you decide, but I'll tell you, before you decide, we've been married for almost ten years now. Just putting it out there.
I was watching a commercial for a show coming out called I DoOver. Where this woman takes weddings that have gone completely awry and redoes them for the bride and groom. And it made me laugh and think about my wedding. I'll never forget our wedding day, because the things that went wrong weren't serious, but they were all what you would call good luck if it happens...in old wives tales anyway. So, I figured I'd share my story.
First off, my husband and I had talked about getting married and how we wanted to do it way before, and I told him my dream was a little wedding, outside, on horseback. Of course, the first night we talked about it was the first time he proposed. LoL! But that's another story in and of itself. So the night before the wedding, my grandparents are here from out of state, my husband is at home in our apartment and no one is here but me. So I call my sister. She has a new cop boyfriend so I have no idea if she's going to make it or not. Well, she makes it, thanks in large part to the cop boyfriend, who is now her husband of 9 years with three amazing kids. And we have a very quiet bachelorette party which consisted of talking all night long, and dining on mac and cheese and hot dogs. (Best quiet party ever!)
The next morning, I get up and my mom and I go to a small country store, so I can get a pair of black jeans, (Yeah, got married in black jeans, purple top and black cowboy hat), she takes me to the local hobby shop so I can get some tulle for the veil (to go over the cowboy hat, which looked AMAZING by the way) and we stopped at grocery store and got our wedding cake (which TASTED just as amazing as my hat looked!). Yes, my wedding, from start to finish including license, cost $100! I'm so proud of me! And here's where it gets fun.
Brides maids start arriving, it's almost noon and the groom is not here to set up yet. He was supposed to be there by nine. Enter wives tale number one. If the groom is late, it's good luck. In the midst of all of this, I'm getting my horse ready, braiding flowers into her main and tail. Finally the husband shows up and it's time for me to get myself ready. Since he's essentially ready himself. Folks start arriving, I see him and freak out because I've seen the groom (even though that wives tale is about the groom not seeing the bride), and we get the horse saddled up and everyone gets into place.
Time for the wedding is quickly approaching and it hits me like a blow to the gut, the preacher isn't there. The preacher's late! I mean really? If the groom is late it's good luck right? So he finally shows up, half an hour late. That must mean it's REALLY good luck right? So then, everyone's there, it's time, daddy walks in the house, we walk out to the front yard and he walks me down the aisle (on horse back). The wedding gets under way. It was beautiful! It was truly amazing. Everyone was there and it went perfect. Everyone was cleared out and gone by 4:30 and then it was time for dinner. My parents took us out for celebration before we left for our honeymoon.
Enter wives tale number two. When it rains on your wedding day, it's good luck. Well let me tell you, just before we left for dinner, after everyone was gone, it came and damn down pour like you wouldn't believe, that lasted for all of fifteen minutes, and then was clear bluebird skies. So, sign from God that it was meant to last, or mere coincidence? I'll let you decide, but I'll tell you, before you decide, we've been married for almost ten years now. Just putting it out there.
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