>Where I Married that Cool Guy…Posted: March 9, 2011
>Tomorrow will be our tenth wedding anniversary. Kind of hard to believe. It’s gone by kind of quickly. I still love him, and he still loves me, so that’s the important stuff. We are settled into this whole marriage thing. The kids are all used to it by now, which when we first started, I didn’t think would ever happen. Seeing as how with the exception of Mea, none of them are really kids anymore, that probably helps in the “getting used to it” part.
They probably have finally figured out I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, so they better like it or lump it. Right? Or they finally grew up. Most likely the second of the two options.
My husband is that guy. He is friends with everyone. He really has no one that is an enemy. Genuinely a nice guy. He knows everyone. We have been as far as Arizona, and he has run into someone he knew at the airport. A jack of all trades. Literally he has an insane resume. He’s worked in accounting, he was a sound engineer for a band that traveled the world, he managed bowling alleys, he has worked retail, he was a night club DJ, and a bouncer, he was a service advisor for a car dealership, umpire for baseball, softball and football, and now manages an auto parts store. I kind of feel like I may have left a few things out, but these are the things I remember.
He likes camping and fishing, and I endure it for him. I like to read, and he understands that sometimes I have to ignore him if I’m sucked into a really good book. I learned how football works, and actually understand and like the game now, so we watch it together. I have been known now to sometimes watch it on my own even. We both like to cook, but realize that we can’t cook together, because we drive each other crazy in the kitchen.
So we’ll see if we’re still married tomorrow. Last night Mea was going through my wallet, and came across this…
|Senior picture, 1977. I was 3. I like to remind him.|
So I just posted it to Facebook, and tagged him. I hope he doesn’t mind. He was a handsome fellow. Cute Afro, huh?
Mea was confused as to who this was. When I told her it was her dad, she cracked up. I told her it wasn’t very nice to laugh at her Daddy like that. I don’t think that made it much better.