So, being a girl, I am supposed to dream of the perfect wedding, the flowers, the cake, most important...the dress...oh yeah, and the groom. My wedding wasn't what you would call the perfect dream wedding, not even close. It was, however, interesting, sweet, and one of a kind to say the least.
Let me start of by saying I am not overly romantic and I am not much of a girly girl. I had been engaged once before, I even went to try on wedding dresses. In fact, I thought I looked pretty good in a wedding dress. I did find a perfect one and I remember looking at my Mother and my girlfriends, there faces showed that we all were in agreement, I looked good, really good, I looked over at them and said "wow, this looks good. I wonder where I could wear this". The look on their faces quickly changed. I think we all knew at that moment that wedding was never going to happen.
My hubby and I had been talking about what we should do as far as getting married, big wedding, small wedding, here, there..etc. We had planned a trip to Florida, just to get away, and thought maybe we should just get married while we were there. This seemed like a good idea, it was cold at home, warm in Florida and it seemed like it would be nice not to have all the craziness and fuss of a big wedding. It was settled, that is what we decided to do.
I was twelve weeks pregnant and we decided to do what was is the best interest of our love, baby, family and God or whatever my husband believes, frankly I am not sure. We had a nice simple plan to elope, only my brother and two of future hubbys friends would be there.
The first couple of days of our matrimonial vacation were very nice. We went to Miami, Clearwater, we hit a couple beaches and oceans and many restaurants, pregnant or not, I like to eat. I think it was our third day when I noticed I was not feeling right, I knew it was not the baby so I did not flip out. The day my brother arrived I was sure something was wrong with me but had been reassured by my doctor over the phone and she called in some medicine for me. Happy to see my brother, I insisted he go to the emergency room with us in the middle of the night. I was now in immense pain. The first night my brother was there we spent four hours in the ER. The next day didn't look much better, I had been sent "home" with pain killers and a few looks like I was being a wimp. That next day I went back to the hospital feeling worse. My future hubby's friends were now to join us, however due to the fact that I could hardly move or stand or walk, I had him pick them up and take them to their hotel, our wedding was to be in the morning.
The morning of my wedding, ahem, our wedding, I was still not well, so on the way, just a quick stop at the ER, then we will get married. Needless to say, it didn't happen. The day came and went and so did our three guests. We, however, were not able to leave to go home because I could not fly and felt a need to be close to a hospital and not thrityfive thousand feet above one at any given point.
Our wedding was to be the last Friday and we were to return home in wedded bliss that following Saturday, it was now Monday. At this point the doctors finally started taking me seriously and actually called in specialists and I was on my way to feeling better, eleven hours later that day, day six.
My guy and I had been talking to one of the nurses while we awaited my release, we had joked that we did not want to return home without getting married and we thought they should call the hospital Pastor in to marry us, we were kidding. After about an hour the nurse came back to us and told us she had called the Pastor and he was on his way, we were a little freaked out at first, then laughed and pretty much said why not!?
My almost Hubby went back to our condo and got our marraige certificate, meanwhile the Pastor showed up and was talking to me in my room. While the Pastor was with me, a nurse, not knowing the situation, came in to remove my tubes and needles and usually. when the Pastor is there, the news is not good, she turned white when she saw him then looked at me with a surprised face due to the fact that I was very much alive. When my love returned, we were married, right there, in the hospital room.
My gown was a blueish off white, like it had been washed a million times before. It had an open back with little ties in little bows, only about half the guests there were wearing the same thing. We did find a couple to sign as our witnesses, their only concern was that they were Canadian citizens. Lovely people. As my lemony life goes, with my Canadian witnesses, and all that we went through, with my luck, I wonder if I am technically married.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
My Church
Months after having a baby, I started thinking about religion and how important it was to me. I thought that I would like to have my baby baptised, I was and I thought it would be nice. I was not raised in a very religious family, it was a small part of life. I was baptised, we went to church on Sundays, holidays, weddings and funerals. As the years went by, our church going became less frequent, holidays, weddings, funerals then just weddings and funerals. These days I am sometimes in the vacinity of churches while running errands.
Feeling that it would be a nice thing to do, I contacted the local Catholic church in regards to having my baby baptised. I set up a meeting, as they stated on the website had to be done, I figured I would need to have the required session for baptisims, and of course, have a checkbook ready to pay for church membership fees.
Within the meeting, I was told I would have to attend several classes, meetings and masses before they would consider letting me be a member of their church. I was actually a little stunned and upset. I was also told it could even take me years!!! At this point I pictured myself trying to hold a teenager over a bowl to catch the trickle of holy water poured on her head. Now I had to do some thinking, was it worth attending meetings and a mass during the week, a class on Sunday followed by another mass? Not to mention, I would have to get a sitter for the time I needed to become religiously worthy. I thought the meeting would for sure end with me being dragged into a small room where I would have to remove my make-up and dress into chunky mary-janes and a long skirt then sent out on the street to sell bibles and rosaries door to door.
I was told that my daughter, when older, would be welcome to attend their school (of course, cha-ching) and that she and my husband are welcome to become members. Hold on a second....all the religion I know is catholic, and it is, in a small but definite way, part of me. I am not Catholic enough to be part of your church without hours a week, weeks of months, months of years of proving myself to be a "good catholic". My husband, however, is welcome to join the church without any questions asked, no required classes, meetings or masses....my Jewish Husband.
I am currently without Church.
Feeling that it would be a nice thing to do, I contacted the local Catholic church in regards to having my baby baptised. I set up a meeting, as they stated on the website had to be done, I figured I would need to have the required session for baptisims, and of course, have a checkbook ready to pay for church membership fees.
Within the meeting, I was told I would have to attend several classes, meetings and masses before they would consider letting me be a member of their church. I was actually a little stunned and upset. I was also told it could even take me years!!! At this point I pictured myself trying to hold a teenager over a bowl to catch the trickle of holy water poured on her head. Now I had to do some thinking, was it worth attending meetings and a mass during the week, a class on Sunday followed by another mass? Not to mention, I would have to get a sitter for the time I needed to become religiously worthy. I thought the meeting would for sure end with me being dragged into a small room where I would have to remove my make-up and dress into chunky mary-janes and a long skirt then sent out on the street to sell bibles and rosaries door to door.
I was told that my daughter, when older, would be welcome to attend their school (of course, cha-ching) and that she and my husband are welcome to become members. Hold on a second....all the religion I know is catholic, and it is, in a small but definite way, part of me. I am not Catholic enough to be part of your church without hours a week, weeks of months, months of years of proving myself to be a "good catholic". My husband, however, is welcome to join the church without any questions asked, no required classes, meetings or masses....my Jewish Husband.
I am currently without Church.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
My Sweet Buffoon
I had ended a four year relationship with the headmaster of buffoons followed by a couple of idiotic stints that some would call "dates" and soon after, met my husband.
I met him online, yes, it's true, but not on a dating website, more like a friend search and I was, indeed, in search of a new friend. It was a Saturday night, and, as I saw it, was blown off by my friends who were all at a party in which I was not invited due to the fact that my ex-buffoon was attending and would be there with his new fool. I was not asked to be there so that no one would be uncomfortable, rude I thought, but again I was super sensitive and the story plays differently in my head. I decided to find a new friend.
Online was a good choice for me at the time. First of all, I did not want to go out, get dressed or drive due to the fact that I planned on drinking too much, which is also frugal because drinking at home was much cheaper than going out. So on with my search. My criteria was someone also seeking friendship, no long term-love thier life freaks, must have a normal picture, no shirtless or fake modeling pictures. They must live in the city (to give me a reason to go to the city) and be male, ah yes, I was at my wits end with females after being accused of trying to steal a fiancee, which I would never do, to anyone. The search was on, glass of wine in hand and a bad dial-up connection to the internet. I was on my way to finding my new best friend.
Only one hundred and fifty people matched my criteria, at this point I had to narrow my search, throwing the " you can't tell a book by it's cover" part of myself aside, I decided to go through the pictures to find, what I thought would be the most normal looking fella of the bunch. With the shirtless models weeded out, I found my new friend. Now remember, I had a poor dial up connection and being kicked offline about thirty times, after which each time, I had to re-search for my new friend. By the time I actually got to his page I was fairly snoockered and more convinced we would become very good friends. as far as I could comprehend, he was normal and I sent a lovely message and went to bed with visions of myself and my new best friend doing best friend things.
I woke the next morning eager to see if my new friend had seen my message and, even more so, had replied. Before I went to the kitchen to retrieve asprin and much needed water for my dehydrated body, I checked the computer. I had one message in my inbox.
One thing I had mentioned to him was that I went to high school in his hometown. Only for a second had it occured to me that we may have gone to school together but there were two high schools in that town and he was a year older than me. If my brain had been a bit clearer I would have realized that everyone in my class was a year older than me and there was, in fact, a very good chance went to school together. I checked my message, now with some dread and remorse.
It was a nice message, and we did go to the same high school, all four years, the same graduating class. I ran to the basement to drag out my yearbooks. We, obviously, did not know each other back then but I did remember him from the old picture and I remembered that I had thought he was cute in back then and still thought he was cute back then, even though he was sporting quite a mullet.
I was a very insecure teen and was becoming one again. He was a bit popular in high school, I was not, I was a self proclaimed dork. My teen insecurities were growing as I continued to read his message which ended with his phone number. There was no way I was going to call, was this a prank? Now my insecurities were getting the best of me in my teen state of mind and I was convinced I would walk outside my house to find it covered in toilet paper. I decide to reply and give him my phone number and see what happened.
Later, the same day, he did call and left a very silly message and it sounded like he too was feeling a bit insecure. I felt good enough to return the call and we talked for a long time and enjoyed some "what were you thinking" moments in regards to our yearbook pictures.
It seems that we both, at the time, were suffering from less than stellar social lives which in the coming weeks was the reason we talked on the phone as much as we did and became very close, very quickly. I had, in fact, found my new best friend.
I met him online, yes, it's true, but not on a dating website, more like a friend search and I was, indeed, in search of a new friend. It was a Saturday night, and, as I saw it, was blown off by my friends who were all at a party in which I was not invited due to the fact that my ex-buffoon was attending and would be there with his new fool. I was not asked to be there so that no one would be uncomfortable, rude I thought, but again I was super sensitive and the story plays differently in my head. I decided to find a new friend.
Online was a good choice for me at the time. First of all, I did not want to go out, get dressed or drive due to the fact that I planned on drinking too much, which is also frugal because drinking at home was much cheaper than going out. So on with my search. My criteria was someone also seeking friendship, no long term-love thier life freaks, must have a normal picture, no shirtless or fake modeling pictures. They must live in the city (to give me a reason to go to the city) and be male, ah yes, I was at my wits end with females after being accused of trying to steal a fiancee, which I would never do, to anyone. The search was on, glass of wine in hand and a bad dial-up connection to the internet. I was on my way to finding my new best friend.
Only one hundred and fifty people matched my criteria, at this point I had to narrow my search, throwing the " you can't tell a book by it's cover" part of myself aside, I decided to go through the pictures to find, what I thought would be the most normal looking fella of the bunch. With the shirtless models weeded out, I found my new friend. Now remember, I had a poor dial up connection and being kicked offline about thirty times, after which each time, I had to re-search for my new friend. By the time I actually got to his page I was fairly snoockered and more convinced we would become very good friends. as far as I could comprehend, he was normal and I sent a lovely message and went to bed with visions of myself and my new best friend doing best friend things.
I woke the next morning eager to see if my new friend had seen my message and, even more so, had replied. Before I went to the kitchen to retrieve asprin and much needed water for my dehydrated body, I checked the computer. I had one message in my inbox.
One thing I had mentioned to him was that I went to high school in his hometown. Only for a second had it occured to me that we may have gone to school together but there were two high schools in that town and he was a year older than me. If my brain had been a bit clearer I would have realized that everyone in my class was a year older than me and there was, in fact, a very good chance went to school together. I checked my message, now with some dread and remorse.
It was a nice message, and we did go to the same high school, all four years, the same graduating class. I ran to the basement to drag out my yearbooks. We, obviously, did not know each other back then but I did remember him from the old picture and I remembered that I had thought he was cute in back then and still thought he was cute back then, even though he was sporting quite a mullet.
I was a very insecure teen and was becoming one again. He was a bit popular in high school, I was not, I was a self proclaimed dork. My teen insecurities were growing as I continued to read his message which ended with his phone number. There was no way I was going to call, was this a prank? Now my insecurities were getting the best of me in my teen state of mind and I was convinced I would walk outside my house to find it covered in toilet paper. I decide to reply and give him my phone number and see what happened.
Later, the same day, he did call and left a very silly message and it sounded like he too was feeling a bit insecure. I felt good enough to return the call and we talked for a long time and enjoyed some "what were you thinking" moments in regards to our yearbook pictures.
It seems that we both, at the time, were suffering from less than stellar social lives which in the coming weeks was the reason we talked on the phone as much as we did and became very close, very quickly. I had, in fact, found my new best friend.
My Life as a Lemon
I just thought I would start out by explaining how things work in my life. For starters, it has taken me about three minutes just to write the first sentence, because, of course, my brand new, wonderful laptop is totally screwed up. I am the kind of person which will pay a bill, in full, on time only to get a notice from a collection agency for said bill. With the check cashed and proof of such, will spend the next three months trying to get it all straightened out, of which requires many cell phone minutes used while on hold, which in turn, causes me to go over in minutes and recieve an outragous phone bill. I am the kind of person that will get a beautiful new sweater, follow the washing instructions exactly as written on the lable only to have it shrink anyway. I am the kind of person that worked in a doctors office and calls eighty or more patients to confirm appointments as stated by my job description, never makes a personal call, and gets written up for "being on the phone too much", and then gets fired for standing up for myself on said matter. I am the kind of person that gets a call from a best friend whom is out of town for the holidays, asking me to invite thier fiancee to Thanksgiving so he does not have to be alone and in turn is accused of trying to steal said fiancee. Let me add, I too was engaged at the time and my fiancee was also at this function, by my side the whole time. I am the kind of person that always works hard, treats others with respect, is very generous and kind and always has the best intentions. I have a good life, a beautiful family and good health, I look back on things like these and laugh, and decided to share some of the frustrating and strange things that have happened to me to, hopefully, help others to laugh. This is my life, past and present. frustrating yet wonderful.
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