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More Time

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I married that guy in the photo sixteen years ago yesterday. We are fortunate to have that much time on this wild and crazy ride of a marriage. I could post some sappy sentiment on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or even here. But I won’t. This isn’t about us.

This is about those out there wishing they had more time.

You see, it’s now hard to celebrate our anniversary without remembering two couples. One couple, very good friends of ours and the other, very good friends and former co-workers of mine. Both women passed away two to two and a half years ago. One was around Christmas, the other a few short months later before we lost Grandma. T-Bear and Rinko would be celebrating sixteen years TODAY. Red and Chef would have celebrated six years a week ago today.

One of my former bosses lost her husband last summer. They would’ve celebrated fourteen years this past February.

There just isn’t enough time.

We go through life, day after day, without knowing the limit of our days. We behave as if life will go on until we are old, wrinkled, grey, and settled in a rocking chair on the porch. We get mad at our spouses and hold a grudge because, dammit WE are right, not them. We operate on the assumption that accidents, sudden or prolonged health issues, or tragic violence won’t separate us from our life partner.

I just wish there was more time for everyone.


Posted by on May 23, 2014 in Uncategorized


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Some People

The view from my lanai.

There are times when I really wonder about people.  I mean, what are they thinking when they do the stupid shit they do?  Maybe they really aren’t thinking at all.

Sunday morning I fixed myself some gluten-free pancakes to go with my friend’s Naked Berry Bread Spread that I made the night before.  I went outside to enjoy them on the lanai with some coffee and to finish reading Eat Pray Love. Did I mention it was my anniversary?  I was having a nice enjoyable peaceful morning while waiting for Chaz to wake up.

I worked on my shopping list when I came back inside so I could go grocery shopping. My phone started playing Leave Out All the Rest by Linkin Park.  The ringtone for when a text message comes in.  I wondered who was texting me and got up to get my phone.

I missed a text while I was outside and the person was texting again.  I had no idea who it was.  The number was not familiar other than the area code.  (Texts are typed up just as I received them, spelling errors and all)

Stranger: Did you survive the end of time as we know it?

Stranger: Not talkin again…that’s ok

I thought maybe it was a friend who can be a little insecure at times, but their name would have shown up.

Me: Who is this?

Stranger: Never mind just thought we were friends guess not

Me: I ask because your number is not programmed in my contacts. And I didn’t answer your first text because I was outside.  I am not joined to my phone.

I was trying to be nice and helpful, especially if this was a wrong number.  I mean, if you texted a wrong number, wouldn’t you want to know?

Stranger: Since when? You check it even when you’re on a date. Just incase something better texts you.

Me: Since always and I don’t go on dates. I’m married. I think you texted the wrong person.

Stranger: You must of just got married with in the last month or so. Wow.

At this point, I’m pissed off.  I’ve pointed out that he probably has the wrong person and he’s not getting it. Either he’s trying to get a rise out of me or he wins Idiot of the Year.

Me: Listen jackass.  You have the WRONG NUMBER.

Stranger: Mike I’m not a jackass. And if you would think about it you would know. Live with son work at Paul miller live off taylorsville road.

I figure maybe my voice will convince him how stupid he’s being.  So I call.  He immediately hangs up on me.  I call again and I say something before the call ends.

Me: Did I sound like Mike to you?

Stranger: Don’t call me Mike. I was just sayin hi until you started your lying. Which never will change good by

Me: Whoever you are, you better call the real Mike

He never responded.  Either he realized how stupid he was or he just ignored me. Either way, I at least tried to get him to contact the real Mike.  I just don’t get if he was really friends with this guy why he wouldn’t want to talk to him rather than just text.  Are we all just that disconnected with each other that a phone call in the middle of texting is a frightening prospect?


I shared the texts with Chaz later on and I felt better.  So much better, I forgot to share the them with all of you until now.

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Posted by on May 25, 2011 in Uncategorized


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Mawwage Is What Bwings Us Togeva Today

Me & Chaz in Oak Park

13 years ago I quietly married Chaz in the back of an Old Time Photo Studio in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Romantic, huh?  Eloping is as romantic as you make it out to be.  Planning a wedding ceremony and reception was proving difficult with our conflicting work schedules.  I was also realizing how much I didn’t want to be the center of attention for a night.  I’m not big on having the spotlight on me.  Besides, that was just a wedding.  It’s the marriage that really matters.

I was watching Mona Lisa Smile recently and was just dumbstruck.  Yes, I watched it before, but for some reason it really hit me.  In the not so distant past, most women really did aspire to nothing more than getting married and starting a family.  It was expected of them.  Their lot in life.  If you’ve seen the movie, you know what I’m talking about.

Even as a young adult I was not preoccupied with thoughts of getting married.  Much to Grandpa’s relief.  He wanted to make sure I graduated from college before disrupting my education by getting married.  I sat through many lectures from him on the importance of staying away from “boys.” I can’t blame him.  He just wanted to be able to brag about me graduating from college.  I did get involved with boys (face it, all you men at that age are still just boys) in college.  I dated here and there.  And yes, I had a thought or two about what ifs. They were just thoughts though.

My independent and assertive spirit kept many guys at arms length.  I was a conundrum for them and they had no idea what to do with or about me.  I was always comfortable in my singleness.  I did not need to have a significant other.  I proudly went out to eat or to movies by myself.  My thought was, if I could not be comfortable with myself, by myself, then I could never be with someone else day in and day out.

Chaz and I had many discussions about marriage before he even proposed.  My parents had a tendency towards violent fights when I was young.  As I got older, it was more passive aggressive, but was still loud.  And tense.  Chaz’s parents are divorced.  We both agreed that if we did get married it would a No Returns, No Refunds, No Exchanges Policy.

Marriage takes work.  You don’t just have a wedding and you get Happily Ever After.  You have to give and take.  Compromise even on the stuff you don’t want to compromise on.  You have to make some sacrifices in order to get what you desire later on.  Happily Ever After comes in the process of marriage and the journey you embark on together through life.

Are we happy all the time?  No.  We are all susceptible to emotions that come naturally to us.  There are times when the other is hurting and we hurt, too, because there is nothing we can do to comfort in the midst of pain.  We have our arguments.  We don’t fight.  Well, there were those times when I was really sick and didn’t realize my mood swings were courtesy of my malfunctioning thyroid.  I don’t count those though.  Purely situational and I once again have control of my anger.  The no fighting was another conscious decision we made.  We both accept that we have different opinions on things and that we can find a balance that will give us a win-win most of the time.

If I had to do it all over again, I would still say “I do” in the back of that Old Time Photo Studio.  Weddings can be showy and a great reason to party.  They just aren’t me.  But the marriage, that can last a lifetime if you let it.

Happy Anniversary, my Crazy Love.


Posted by on May 22, 2011 in Uncategorized


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