|JANUARY 8TH 2011 - OUR 4TH DATE|
We met on January 2nd. That night I told Mama Bird I was going to marry him, and the next day I told my boss the same thing. My boss' response?
"You're fucking crazy."
Eighteen days after we met, we got tattoos together - a lock and a key.
|APRIL 16TH - ENGAGED!|
On April 16th, Mark proposed. I believe his exact stammer went something like this.
Presents ring. Shuffles feet. "SO, YA WANNA DO THIS??????"
Who could say no to that?
On August 28th, we married.
The sound system accidentally blared Nina Gordon during the ceremony so we had to Take II, and during my dad's speech, a four-year-old hollered at the top of his lungs to ask when I'd be having a baby.
|AUGUST 28TH - MARRIED|
This year I've gained a wonderful husband, another family, a stepkitty I shamelessly adore, a cranky grandma - which is much more fun than no grandma - and about ten pounds.
I've lost privacy and the urge to leave the house.
This year I've played with paintball guns and trampolines. I've lounged on pontoons and inflatable rafts, and I've sat around bonfires with friends. My family flew in from all over the country for the wedding and we partied for two straight days. I won a giant flatscreen TV and - on an unrelated note, surely - the undying fidelity of my husband.
I competed in a Sex Short Story contest and lost after reading it onstage to a live audience. The winner wrote some creepy erotica that involved antlers, though, so obviously it's tough to beat that meat.
|SEPTEMBER 10TH -|
I've made new friends this year - in everyday life and through blogging. I got a hilarious Christmas card from my favorite resort owners in Wisconsin, a gorgeous handmade card from TJ in the Netherlands and a sweet card from a reader named Maria overseas.
Who can complain about life when they receive little bits of love from all around the world?
Mark and I were planning to spend tonight hanging out with my brother drinking champagne and playing Rock Band, but we're both sick with the generic Winter Crud. There's homemade chicken soup simmering on the stove - a chicken I tore the limbs off myself without vomiting - and a pitcher of OJ in the fridge that I squeezed myself. We may feel like ass, but we're going to eat a gourmet sick meal.
No champagne for our midnight cocktail and in fact we'll likely be in bed before the clock turns, but I have everything I need right now in my life, and I'm feeling pretty grateful for everything I was given in 2011.
|MY MOM'S ENTIRE SIDE OF THE FAMILY!!|
|MY HOT LITTLE ESCORT AT|
|MY SWEET, SWEET STEPKITTY|
|MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS|
|ME AND MY BABY|
CHEERS TO ALL
WHO READ MY BLOG...
I LOVE YOU GUYS!
WISHING YOU A 2012 THAT BRINGS
ALL THAT YOU HOPE FOR AND MORE