The Honeymoon Part 1

I recently posted about my one and only marriage proposal and the true story of how, in course of one short week, I ruined what could have been the most romantic night of my life. The Proposal Part 1 and The Proposal Part 2 are a testimony to what can happen when you don't keep your big mouth shut. 

I took full responsibility for the disaster that was my one and only marriage proposal. I was completely and utterly to blame. But I'm not gonna cop to this one...oh no, not this time...it was all Mark's fault...oh yeah, that's right...I'm talking about...

The Honeymoon

Now our wedding was wonderful...we were married in the church Mark grew up in, exchanged our vows in front of a couple hundred guests (some of them we actually knew), we had a lovely reception with dancing and food...a really special and memorable day.

And then we left for the honeymoon.

Mark and I were relocating to California for his new job, and so the day after our wedding, we boarded a plane and flew to our new home in the lovely San Joaquin Valley. And since it was a new job, Mark only had a few days for a honeymoon. No matter, we had that post wedding glow...we didn't need a long honeymoon...we had each other...whatever time off we had didn't matter...we were just happy being happy...together... *sigh*

Looking back I think we had jet-lag.

We stopped at our new apartment to repack our bags and head out to our honeymoon destination...Mount Rose near Reno, for three fun-filled days of snow skiing. We got to our apartment pretty late and since we wanted to get on the road as soon as possible, we repacked quickly and skipped hand in hand downstairs to our car...I told you we were jet-lagged...

And as we drove into that cold early April night, looking out into the star filled sky of the Sierra-Nevada, the thought never occured to me to ask my new husband if he had grabbed my quickly repacked bag from the bedroom of our new apartment. The quickly repacked bag that contained every single toiletry/make-up/undergarment item I owned...not to mention some unmentionables...I guess I shouldn't mention them.

And that was only the beginning of the longest 3 days of my life.



Another Random Dozen

Time for another Random Dozen!

1. Ever had any run-ins with the "library police?"
No, but I have had several run-ins with the "video rental police". They keep calling and wanting their copy of "Smokey & The Bandit 4" back.

2. Do you have a special organizational plan and place for wrapping paper, gift bags, etc., or do you just purchase whatever you need as you give gifts?
Since the majority of my gift-wrapping happens in the car on the way to whatever event I'm going to, I'm going to have to answer "as needed"

3. Have you ever been in (first-hand witness) a natural disaster?
My husband's cousin's 3rd wedding.

4. What's your favorite Barry Manilow song?
I knew this day would eventually arrive...so I'm coming clean..."Weekend in New England"...ugh

5. What's the best costume you've ever worn?
I wouldn't exactly call it my best costume...

yes, that is a garbage bag...and no, I don't know what I was thinking...

6. Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus?
does typing in a word on the google search bar to see how it comes up count as using a dictionary?

7. What's your favorite breakfast food?
Shoney's Breakfast Buffet...if it's under a sneeze guard, it's my favorite.

8. Have you ever purchased anything from an infomercial?
got something in the mail this week actually, the laptop lap pillow thing...the one with the convient cup holder and flexible reading light! I got 2 laptop lap pillow things for the amazing low, low price of only $29.95!

9. Have you ever crawled through a window?
Why? What have you heard? I don't have any idea what you're talking about...window? what window?

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Absolutely...even if it takes a year or two to realize it

11. How man pairs of jeans do you own?
none in the size I wanna be...

12. If someone were going to bake a cake to honor/represent you, what would it be? (Think creatively, like Duff and Crew on "Ace of Cakes.")
a cake in the shape of Frisch's Big Boy


And What Did You Do This Weekend...?

Well, this year just keeps getting more and more interesting to say the absolute least...

I'm writing this post with my feet propped up on my husband's hospital bed (hey, a gal's gotta be comfy when she posts...)

We've been here a few days, nothing life-threatening, just waiting for test results and another 25 second visit from the doctor (it's amazing how quickly they come in and out of a room).

Thankfully, he is comfortable and he's ready to go home. And we're ready for him to come home too...


Number 12 Was My Favorite Aisle

********* We Have A Winner!*********

I have been reminiscing about my favorite grocery store all day...

(I need to get out of the house more)

Anyway I've been thinking about the grocery store today and how in a strange way I was really connected to it, especially growing up.

I thought about the produce guy who was a friend of my grandparents (he and my grandpa were in "the lodge" together). He was THE vegetable & fruit man. His picture hung over the swinging door that lead to the storeroom and he had a way with the sprayer that nary a drop of water ever fell to the floor.

His name was Pinky.

Pinky was a proud man. He stood about 5'3" and always wore a tie under his green apron. He sometimes forgot to wear a shirt (too many unwashed apples) but he never forgot a tie. Pinky loved to talk about the latest "in season" vegetable, the exotic locations that the fruits were shipped in from (like Sacramento) and how he held the grapefruit stacking record for 6 and 1/4 years...until, he liked to say, he "was robbed at Nationals in '74!"

I thought about how each Thanksgiving, my grandmother would take me, my brother, and my cousin to pick our turkey. We would find our frozen Butterball and then take it to the checkout lane.

And then we would have our picture taken. In line. With the cashier. Posing with the turkey.

I thought about standing by the front door of the grocery store in my gold double knit polyester band uniform (in the afternoon, in Florida, in the middle of August) trying to collect enough money for NEW gold double knit polyester band uniforms.

I thought about the first time I got sent to the grocery store by myself (I was eight) for a head of lettuce for "Taco Night" and came home with broccoli. "Taco Night" was never the same again. Broccoli and refried beans made a terrible combination...

I thought about the second time I got sent to grocery store by myself (I was thirteen, I guess they figured I could tell my foods apart by then) for a pound of hamburger and got distracted by the display of Tiger Beat magazines and ended up buying the one with "Shaun Cassidy's Favorite Love Songs of All Times!" on the cover. No meatloaf that night but I knew what song to play on the 8-track if he ever stopped by...

Which brings me to this...since I can't shop at my favorite grocery store from childhood, and that kinda makes me a little sad, why not have a giveaway!

so here's the giveaway...
(1) $25 VISA gift card
(sorry no picture this time)

go to the grocery store and make some memories...
maybe have your picture taken next to the coffee bean grinder...

here's what you need to do...just leave a comment to the question below (just one comment per person please, and if you leave a potty mouth comment a.k.a. something inappropirate, it'll get deleted) and when time is up, I'll ask Pinky to pick a number...no, wait...he's practicing his stacking for this year's Nationals...I'll just pick a number out of my recycled grocery bag...

and here's the question...

"what kind of shopper are you?"
do you run in and run out?
take your time and visit with folks?
coupons or no coupons?

Giveaway ends on Saturday, April 17th at 11:00 p.m.
Hurry and get your comment in!


Random Dozen

It's time once again for a Random Dozen! Click on the doughnuts to see Linda's blog!

1. How do you feel about "Gladiator" sandals, also called "Roman" or "Jesus" sandals? A fashion yea or nay?

Depends on who's wearing them...my 20 year old daughter? sure, cute shoes! my 93 year old grandmother? Eh...notsomuch

2. What is your favorite pizza?

The one the Dominos guy brings to my front door

3. There are plans in the works to sell roughly 1,000 items from Star Trek: The Experience in Las Vegas. This means you could buy Picard's chair for your family room. If not a Star Trek item, what prop, background, set, etc. from what TV or movie would you buy if you could?
[Ex: Hurley's "I Love my Shih tzu" shirt from LOST, the plantation home "Tara" from Gone With the Wind, or Tracy's tambourine from the Partridge Family.]

Considering my 17 year old daughter recently asked me to glue on her Spock ears, I'm guessing anything remotely connected to Star Trek. I see a comic book convention and a son-in-law dressed like a Wookie in my future.

4. Name a local food or restaurant that your area is famous for.

We have Ronie's. And then there's Connie's. Oh, and The Swamp. All three had Sunday breakfast buffets. The Swamp even has a guy who walks up and down the median of Main Street, holding a sign that says "$9.99 Breakfast Buffet at The Swamp" He usually has the arrow pointing in the wrong direction.

5. What is your current favorite snack?

Anything that includes the words "Hydrolyzed Corn Protein" under its list of ingredients

6. Hypothetical: You are required to be a reality show contestant. Which show would you choose based on your probability of success? (You cannot choose "none.")

A. Dancing with the Stars
B. Biggest Loser
C. Survivor

How about "Surviving a Dance with a Big Loser"?

7. On a scale of 1-10, with 1 being uninhabitable and 10 being cleanliness that meets the standards of OCD, how clean is your vehicle's interior?

It's about as clean as it usually gets...except for the 16 buckets of sand my teenagers left in it from the beach

8. It doesn't feel like Spring until _________.

until I take my first Claritin

9. Something that made you laugh really hard recently is ____.
my 15 year old son came into the kitchen, and poured himself a huge bowl of cereal right before dinner...me: son, we're about to eat dinner. him: *sigh* I'll eat that too.

10. Tell me about a goal you're working toward.
getting off the computer before midnight

11. Share a thought-provoking or inspiring quote this week.

you never have to apologize for doing the right thing

12. Name one thing that you do as a parent that you absolutely know will make your kids happy. If you're not a parent, feel free to substitute "friend" or nomenclature that works for you.

I don't try to talk like, dress like or act like their generation...especially in front of their friends. oh, and I let them eat cookies...


The Proposal-Part 2

When he asked me...as tears streamed down my cheeks, I whispered softly...

"yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!"

I got a bowl of clam chowder, a Super Bird sandwich with thousand island dressing and a Mr. Pibb...

What? He asked me if I wanted to go to Denny's...like I was gonna pass that up. There's only so many Filet O'Fish sandwiches a gal can stand.

So Mark was home on his work break and I was itching to get a proposal...in my 19 year old mind it was now or never...I wanted a November wedding like there was no tomorrow and it was March already. I had six months to plan a wedding and I wasn't about to let a little thing like a marriage proposal get in the way.

Why did I want a November wedding you ask? Well, I had a very good reason. No, there wasn't any special anniversaries or family memories connected to that particular month, other than Thanksgiving (and that's a whole other story, when we poisoned half our immediate family by serving them dirt pig for Thanksgiving dinner). No, the reason I had made perfect sense to me.

It was before December. And January. And February. Starting to see a pattern?

I wanted to marry Mark. That was my reason. And he was not cooperating.

But little did I know, he had a plan. I just happened to ruin it.

We came to the Friday night before he would be leaving for another three weeks. He told me was taking me to a French restaurant on the beach near the causeway...I think it was called "Pepe LePews"...actually I can't remember the name, for goodness sake it's been 25 years...anyway, it was very fancy and very French.

Escargot, crab bisque, lobster and cham...um, sodas...

We started our main course and that's when I decided that is was the perfect time to let Mark know that I thought we should really consider getting married in November. Subtle, thy name is not Deb. And so after a few minutes of whispered arguing, the bomb was dropped. Right into my linen napkin covered lap. And it went a little something like this...

me: whispering, leaning forward across the table, "I just don't understand why we can't get married in November!"
Mark: whispering, leaning forward across the table, "I haven't even asked you yet!"
me: whispering, leaning forward across the table, "well at this rate I don't think you ever will!"
Mark: speaking as clear as a bell, and sitting straight up in his chair, "I was going to propose to you tonight"

Notice the word "was" in his last sentence...

We never got to the creme' brulee.
(don't fret...there's a happy ending)

The last thing I remember at the restaurant was the waiter standing next to me, asking me if I would like my lobster to go...I guess even fancy French restaurants have those styro-foam containers...so with a quivering bottom lip I mumbled, "ok".

No moon-lit walk on the beach, no handsome young man on bended knee, no violins playing...just a very. quiet. ride. back to my parents house. Of course the quiet was periodically interrupted by my wailing. But nevertheless, a quiet ride back home.

Saturday. No proposal. Easter Sunday. No proposal. But then again a proposal would have been a little difficult considering neither one of us was speaking to the other. And then it came time to go the airport to say goodbye for another three weeks.

As we waited downstairs at Mark's parents house, he ushered me into a small office his mother kept next to a guest bedroom. As we sat on the small couch, he asked me if I wanted my Easter present. I jumped a little when he spoke, not from excitement but because I hadn't heard his voice in 48 hours and it spooked me a little. Anyway, out came the little black box and finally the words I had been so eager (and a little crazed) to hear. My one and only marriage proposal. And it went a little something like this...

Mark: "would you marry me?"
me: "I guess"

No, not really...but I'm gonna keep that part to myself...


The Proposal-Part 1

I co-teach a young women's Sunday school class, along side my wonderful sister/friend Sue, (you can find her blog here at Who I Am Instead ). Recently we have been studying the Book of Ruth and this past Sunday morning, we looked at "The Proposal". In Ruth 3 we find Ruth resting at the feet of Boaz, while he sleeps on the threshing floor.

9 He said, "Who are you?" And she answered, "I am Ruth, your servant. Spread your wings over your servant, for you are a redeemer." 10 And he said, "May you be blessed by the Lord, my daughter. You have made this last kindness greater than the first in that you have not gone after young men, whether rich or poor. 11 And now, my daughter, do not fear, I will do for you all that you ask, for all my fellow townsmen know that you are a worthy woman.

An impossible love story, made possible by a sovereign God. Brought out of the ashes of a life that had been taken to the brink of utter desolation. A pagen woman, sojourning to a foreign land, widowed and living with her bitter mother-in-law. And then she meets her kinsman redeemer. As John Piper calls Boaz, "a God-saturated man".


As Sue started the lesson Sunday morning, she asked our class if anyone would like to share their "proposal" story. Our group of young women are such a blessing. As a couple of girls shared their proposal stories, with smiles on their faces, you could sense the joy and happiness each one had in the telling of her own love story. Sweet, precious stories of walks on the beach, recreations of "first dates", handsome young men on bended knee...

And so I wanted to share with you the story of my one and only marriage proposal...I can tell you're on the edge of your seat...was it a flurry of poetic words like those found in Ruth? maybe a moonlit walk? surely there had to be a teary-eyed, breathless "yes, I will marry you!"...


Now I need to preface this by saying that everything that went wrong with my one and only marriage proposal was completely my fault. Completely. My. Fault. I take full responsibility for the utter wreckage that was my one and only marriage proposal that thankfully, ultimately ended with a spring wedding.

But I still blame Mark.

We had been dating for three years. Steady. No breaks, no break-ups. We saw each other every single day. But during our third year of dating, Mark began working as a contractor and he was on the road three weeks out of every month. So our time together when he was home was very special and meaningful to us. We always put alot of thought into our "dates". Those priceless moments spent together... waiting in line at the $1 theatre to see "Raiders" for the 23rd time, watching "Magnum P.I." with his parents in their living room, endless loops around the bowling alley parking lot...*sigh*

During those first three years, we had a few discussions about our future together (they consisted mostly of me dropping subtle hints like, "you know what I'd love for Christmas? A subscription to Bride magazine!") But during one break in March, when Mark was home at Easter I just felt it in my bones. We were really going to have a serious talk. You know the kind of talk I mean. Marriage, family, a life shared together for all eternity. A serious talk, like most 22 year olds and 19 year olds have together. And it went a little something like this...

(we're sitting in his blue TransAm, Reo Speedwagon is singing something about "fightin a feelin" on the Kenwood car stereo and my pink Casio watchband just broke...it's 1985)

me: "great, I loved that watch...hey babe, do you ever think about our future?"
Mark: "you wanna go to Denny's? It's clam chowder night."

End of discussion.

I know what your thinking, not off to a great start...but wait it gets oh so much better...

Tomorrow: Part 2 of my one and only marriage proposal...a French restaurant, a little black box and a lobster in a to-go box all conspire together to make a night of misery.


Saturday Morning

My Saturday morning so far has included the following events:

1. Getting up late (9:00 a.m. this morning...and when did that happen? when did I start considering 9:00 a.m. late? probably on the same day I uttered the words "pocketbook" and "I need a sweater to take this chill off" )

2. Upon waking up, it took me a good 4 minutes to figure out what day it is. And I still got it wrong.

3. Walked into the kitchen to get coffee, and heard groaning and feet shuffling, turned around to see who was making all the racket and then *sighing* realized it's me.

4. Listened to my husband talk for 10 minutes about the enormous size of one of the eggs our chickens layed this morning. He even got out the eggs from yesterday and compared them.

5. Spent 20 minutes saying, "Taryn, it's 10:15, get up, Tayrn, it's 10:20, get up, Taryn, it's 10:30, get up..."

6. Was asked by Taryn, after finally getting up at 11:05, "why'd you wake me up so early?"
(see #1)

7. When asked "what do you feel like doing today?" the thought, "I wonder how many episodes of season 5 can I squeeze in today?" was the first thing that popped into my mind. Followed by my wonderful, egg-loving husband saying, "Please, no "Lost" today." How'd he do that? I guess mumbling, "they have to go back, they have to go back" in my sleep last night might have been a clue. Plus the glazed over look on my face probably didn't help.

8. And finally, ate 16 pieces of turkey bacon for breakfast...but no eggs. I just couldn't. I felt sorry for the chicken.


April Showers Bring May Flowers...And A Giveaway!

***********We Have A Winner!**********
Congratulations #5....Amanda!

Since Spring has officially sprung around these parts (I know this to be true because most of my friends either have a tissue box strapped to their side or sound like Snuffaluffagus...one friend even made one of those candy necklaces out of antihistamine tablets) and because most everything on our porch and garage is covered in yellow pollen...it's giveaway time!

Everything around these parts in is full bloom and I've heard talk about folks getting their gardens ready for planting (although Mark finally put his foot down about a garden...every year I say I want a vegetable garden...and every year my wonderful husband helps me put in a garden...and every year I stay interested about 2 weeks and then the garden goes to pot...so last week when I said, "you know, I'm thinking about putting some toma..." that's as far as I got before he cut me off and said, "no way").

so here's the giveaway...

(1) $25 Lowe's Giftcard
buy yourself some vegetable plants, or some petunias, or a set of gardening tools...
or a new hammer for your sweet husband who finally said no to being a part of the senseless massacre of a bunch of helpless tomato plants.

here's what you need to do...just leave a comment to the question below (just one comment per person please, and if you leave a potty mouth comment a.k.a. something inappropirate, it'll get deleted) and when time is up, I'll ask my personal gardener, Mark, to pick a number...no, wait...he quit...I'll just pick a number out of my cute straw gardening hat that I never wear...

and the question...
"What is your experience with gardening?"

The good, the bad and the ugly!

The giveaway ends Friday, April 9th at 9:00 p.m. Eastern so hurry and get those comments in!


Random Dozen

Time for another Random Dozen! Click the doughnuts to check out Linda's blog!

1. Define a great relationship.
Dorothy and Sophia...sad, I know...but I watched a little too much "Lifetime" channel when I was a young mother at home.

2. Why is it called a "drive-through" if you have to stop? (Real question: What was the last food/drink you purchased at a drive-through?)
I pulled through "The Pitt Stop" (yes that's with two t's...and the store is shaped like a barn) for a sausage dog and a 32 oz. Dr. Pepper...for breakfast.

3. As I type this, the Butler Bulldogs are getting ready to play in the NCAA championship game. Every Hoosier is hysterical about this except me. So in honor of the Bulldogs ... what is your favorite breed of dog? (I tried.)
the kind that doesn't pee in the house

4. If you had to move to a state besides the one you currently live in, where would you move?
Montana. I also would pick Montana as a name for a child, the kind of minivan I used to drive and my favorite US quarter.

5. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?
the glamour, the fame, the fortune...who knew the damage it would do to me as an adult?

6. Who's the funniest person you know?
my granny, Phyl...she could make crocheting funny

7. Did you get enough sleep last night?
Considering I watched 11 episodes of "Lost" on Netflix last night, I'm guessing "No"

8. What's the first thing you thought about this morning?
"I'm gonna get fired" (I woke up late...see question #7)

9. Grilled or Fried? --HONESTLY
I live in the South. I ate fried celery at our last church potluck.

10. Are you afraid of the dark?
no, but I am afraid of the small family of trolls who live under my bed (I had a mean aunt who liked to tell scary stories before bedtime)

11.When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
not sure exactly what I wanted to be, but I knew whatever I became as an adult, it had to include the following: tree climbing, hole digging and fort building...and amazingly those three activities were listed in my current job description!

12. If you had one word to describe yourself , what would you choose?
today? splotchy...

A simple shopping story...

Her cart was dripping. The grocery cart she was pushing around the produce section of the big box store I had just entered was drippin...