Saturday, October 08, 2005

I never said "I do".



I wouldn't really call it eloping. We had the whole thing planned. I wasn't really a girl who needed to have the big fluffy wedding. We didn't have a church at the time, and my 90 year old matron of honor wasn't alive anymore, so why not look for other options? It was pretty easy. My mom made my dress so after that, it was just one phone call... decide what date, what time, and what color flowers, and the wedding was all set! In the world of weddings, I would consider it a very very low key event.


On the way to get our marriage license the day before, we met an Elvis impersonator, and a hooker who had to have been in her 80s! "This is Vegas, Baby!"
The day of the wedding, BT and I spent time shopping and playing in the casinos. We played, laughed, and kissed in front of statues. We had the best time.

While my mom, my friends and I primped before the wedding, BT and my dad hung out in the bar close to the chapel and bonded. BT even got some marriage advice from a drunk woman who had been married three times.
I can remember walking through the casino being congratulated by anyone and everyone. Old ladies stopped playing video poker just to wish me luck. It was amazing!
And then I was there, sitting in a room about to throw up. I wasn't regretting anything, I was just nervous that I would mess up, or maybe BT would get scared and not show.

Since we were in a castle, it was of course fitting for Merlin to marry us. We didn't request that, it just was a perk of the wedding package.
He looked rather official in his garb, and we got to say very fancy shmancy Elizabethan words.
I loved getting to vow to BT, "All my worldly goods, to thee I do endow".
One thing though, I never got asked the question... I never got to say "I DO".

So, seven years later, I have a few things I want to say to BT...

Thanks for showing up that day. Thanks for meeting me at the front of the chapel. Thanks for putting up with me and my craziness. Thanks for being silly with me and laughing and playing with me for so long. Thanks for listening to me and valuing my feelings. Thanks for being my best friend. Thanks for killing mice and large bugs for me. Thanks for always making sure I have oil in my car and that my phone is charged. Thanks for worrying about me and loving me so very much.
If you ever start to wonder if I love you and if I appreciate you... let me say for the record. I DO. Forever and always.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Deep Fried Oreos?????

I went to Canton last weekend... I LOVE Canton!!!
So, here are some things I learned from Canton...

*even bathrooms with curtains instead of doors on the stalls might still have attendants. Tip them well... especially if they have to fish your phone out of the toilet. Damn those shallow pockets!

*real lemonade rocks more than you will ever know. It at least helps to soothe the pain of the toilet water soaked cell phone.

*fair food is always the best. Anything on a stick is preferred...oh or deep fried. Can't forget the deep fried crap! You could get your heart attack from fried twinkies, fried snickers, or the newest and greatest deep fried oreo. Wow. I didn't however, try any of those things. Darn the big lunch!!!

*sparkly, fuzzy things are so IN! Why decorate your home with plain lamp shades when you can pretty them up with boas? Why have just a plain bulletin board when you can make it beautiful with fun fur and more feathers? Why have a plain purse when you can have one made totally out of fake animal fur? Why go out in public in boring chamo when you can have bedazzled chamo? Ah the fashion of Dallas/East Texas.

*the NEWEST and greatest thing is the one size fits all plastic stretchy jacket thing. ugh, I can't even describe it... it is like the old Units (is that what they were called? They were crazy 80s fashion) but bumpy and truly made of plastic.
At $20 a pop, you should all get one in each color! Plus, you KNOW one size fits all = awesome.

*you would be amazed at the amount of artsy craftsy cutesy stuff that can actually be made out of picket fences. This fact drives BT crazy!

*want a sign that has some sort of cowboy saying on it? "don't squat with your spurs on" "Unless yur George Strait, wipe your feet" (I kid you not! That is an actual sign) ... yeah, let's hang some of those in the living room! Want a sign with some sort of cutesy saying on it? I was looking for one that said, "hula freakin' boola" but I couldn't find one. I guess I will have to get out some picket fence wood and start working on one!

*scripture is SO in... especially when embroidered on items. It isn't good enough to LET people think you go to church... let's advertise by emboidering it all over your clothing! I think it would be fun to pick some random "I will smite you" sort of scripture and have it embroidered on my purse.
hee hee.

So, Want a true taste of Texas? Come to Canton. Want a true taste of Hula Boola, come to our house!

Sunday, October 02, 2005

You'll Look a Little Lovelier Each Day with Fabulous Pink Susiederk.

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