Tell Me Thursday and it’s MY WEDDING DAY! 

I wish you could all be there to witness this joyous occasion.  I’ll post photos later and maybe even have my oldest son send a pic via Twitter.   You can follow me @chele.

Just in the last few days, my mother discovered we are marrying on a Blue Moon.  We giggled and commented that this is a sign.  My mother says I’ll finally be getting married “once in a blue moon”.

I’ve also strengthened a friendship during the months leading up to my wedding day.  This is also the kind of friendship that is so rare that it only happens, well, once in a blue moon!

You may already know about the wedding dress that my sweet friends Annette, Kathryn and Tara made for my special day (we’ve been blogging about the experience as we go and will be completing the story soon).

I am so very grateful for my special friends and I will never be able to fully express my appreciation for them.  Today I will wear the gorgeous dress and know that they were standing with me in spirit as my maid of honor and maidens of virtue.

After the photo of the wedding date text I shared a few weeks ago for Wordless Wednesday, it’s probably obvious that he loves me. I’m pretty sure.

It’s not that I doubted it really, but it does explain some of my funkiness the past few months. And IT would be…

• The economy tanked.
• Up is down, down is up and now vertical is horizontal.
• Everyone flunked and got an F in managing their checkbooks and credit cards (except me, cuz I was already broke anyway).
• The world is heading to hell in hand basket.
• We freaked out a tad. That sorta thing, ya know?

It’s enough to make anyone panic and second guess THE next step in anything. Gloom and doom and panic and job losses, business is slow, blah, blah, blah — We interrupt this program already in progress to bring you the latest news: the economy is STILL tanking – yadda, yadda, yadda!

• Should we get married?
• Should we wait it out?
• We JUST DIDN’T KNOW.

So we decided (after I told the entire internet and a few people that won’t get up to speed with technology the old fashion way, of course) to put the wedding plans on hold.

Then I got all irritated and decided it was stupid to wait if we truly love each other. There’s a part in most vows where you agree to love each other for better or worse.

HELLO? Can’t we just get worse part over with first?

I ever so sweetly demanded, “Don’t you LOVE ME ENOUGH NOW!?”

And apparently he agreed. So… we were left with a last minute wedding to prepare for.

Yes… I’m GETTING MARRIED! Again! Really.

So far, everything is in place for a simple, private wedding. I hope!

The darling “quiet” family has sponsored (I’m giggling with glee!) my wedding by providing me with a gorgeous dress. You can actually hear Annette tell how she wiggled her family into this situation in the Tell Me Thursday Friendship Test episode.  The dress was sewn by two very talented and lovely daughters, Miss Tara and Miss Kathryn. Quiet Mom Annette provided the shopping and supervision (hehe) and Mr. Quiet even drove the dress to the Post Office in the snow. What a great family!

The rings are ready. The license is ready. I’m pretty sure I’m ready.

Just gotta get the man to the church. I wonder if he’s sorry he taught my boys how to shoot yet?

P.S.
If you participate in Wordless Wednesday, you should join us at Tell Me Thursday to tell the full story behind your photos!

It seems that everyone you bump into, talk to or eavesdrop on via social media has an opinion on where our country is headed these days. I don’t need to see a poll to know how many are worried or be persuaded that statistics are still high in support of certain politicians. I witness the fear, paranoia and disgust daily. I don’t need convincing either way.

The thing that bothers me most about it though, is how bitter and hateful people I have grown to know, admire, trust and even LOVE have become toward each other in such a short amount of time.

I can talk about my true feelings and fears to family and very closest of friends without fear of resentment, blame, or bitterness. Outside of those few, I am at a loss. Day in and day out I’ve seen heated debates, arguments, finger pointing and arrogance displayed publicly among folks that I respected and valued opinions from – on Twitter alone. I am afraid to imagine how the behavior must be in other environments.

Since the time of the Presidential Election Primaries, I have felt great pressure to watch what I say and how I say it, in fear of accidentally offending others. I have kept my personal feelings private in fear of being labeled something I was not and never have been. I had hoped it would improve after the election was over. My relationships now feel extremely strained.

Now, I’d just like to set the record straight. I probably didn’t vote for the same person you did. I probably don’t support the same causes that you do. I might not even believe in the same creator as you. Why does it bother you? I respect you each despite your different opinions and beliefs. I may not agree with you, but I RESPECT YOUR FREEDOM to have those differences.

I’m just as worried as each of you about the future of our great country and the implications the present actions will have upon ourselves and future generations. I want my great country to at least have the same opportunities and freedoms in the future that it has now.

I WANT my country back. I want to struggle WITH you all, not against you. I want you to be moved and inspired, too.

Watch the video below if you haven’t, yet. If you watched it when I posted it yesterday, watch it again.

If you love America and you love your freedom, you’ll be moved also. It doesn’t matter what you believe or who you voted for. You’ll have goose bumps and you’ll be on the brink of tears by the end. You’ll want your country back, too.

I WANT MY FRIENDS BACK.
Join the 9/12 Project with me.

This is all Wrangler’s fault. He has some strange chicken fascination. For as long as I can remember, he’s been asking for one. When we moved into our new home this summer, he asked for a chicken. AGAIN. I used the excuse that the new neighbors wouldn’t appreciate it. Five minutes later he returned from introducing himself to the neighbors and told me THEY had a chicken. ::Grumble::

I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Maybe the economy is freaking me out. Or maybe this ol’ battle axe is softening up some. Even my kids think I’ve flipped my lid, now. I actually allowed them to buy baby chicks with the Christmas money they’ve been holding on to all these months!

I only wanted two chicks, one for each kiddo, but the man at Atwoods said he couldn’t tell if they were boys or girls and I ONLY wanted females. I decided to round out the odds by getting two chicks per kid. You watch… all four will live and be roosters!

This is the first day home. I’ve gone gaga. Look how sweet they are!

We have a pecker on our hands… Biscuit calls it DOT. I don’t think it fits.

I could almost hear the conversation going on. They are so funny.

This chick just isn’t convinced pecking an escape route will work.

It’s time to clean their box up so I transfer them back to the smaller box we brought them home in. I can’t believe how much they’ve grown in just 1/2 a week’s time! Apparently, neither can they!

Biscuit calls this one Dash. I’ve got a new name for him, since he jumped out of the box as soon as I put him in!

Ok, so Ms. Einstein decided to RAISE the flaps up on the box when Houdini was returned to the box…

They didn’t think my sarcasm was very clever. In fact, they showed me exactly what they thought about it as soon as I placed them back in their cleaned up home!

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On first glimpse of yesterday’s photo, you probably thought it was some average photo. And boy were you wrong! That photo told a lot of little stories! This is just getting interesting and will require more photos to tell the story…

First of all, that lovely brunette would be my younger sister. We’ve never really gotten along until she had two children of her own. Giving birth must loosen ya up a bit, I guess. She’s the baby of the family so you can imagine she was quite a little pill. You’ve seen the movie, Lord of the Rings or read the books, right? Well, I imagine my sister as always being THE RING that Gollum/Sméagol always called “The Precious” and everyone that made a fuss over her was… well you know who! Now, let’s take another look at that photo from yesterday, shall we?

Oh yeah, aren’t you just FEELING the love now? Mmmm Hmmm. So, it’s New Year’s Eve and might I add, one of the few times I’ve ever been in a bar. I’ve NEVER been to a bar or partied with my sister. Mostly cuz I was a goody-goody and she was a brat, but I digress… We’re in the bar because my new beau, David, is a drummer (I know, how cool am I?) and was playing a gig that night. Because this is just a Kodak moment for my sister and me, my brother-in-law takes a photo. While we are posing, we notice this creepy guy watching us (boy was I creeped out when I got home and saw that he became part of our Kodak moment thanks to the mirror behind us!).

Meanwhile…

You’d think playing in the band and getting paid to impress your girlfriend while on a date at the same time would be really cool (not to mention it’s the one time you can break that ol’ rule about dancing with the one that brought ya), right? That’s what I thought, too! The first time I went to one of David’s gigs, he told me straight up that he wanted me to have a great time. He said he’d feel bad if I sat there all night being bored so to dance if I was asked and I wanted to do it. He said, “It doesn’t bother me and I don’t get jealous”. Boy, did I dance! ALOT. Guess who got jealous that very night? Yeah. David.

Anyhow, Mr. Creepy gets brave and starts talking to me, The Precious and my brother-in-law. At first I think he’s just drunk and irritating. Then I watch him put an enormous tip in the band’s tip jar. Then he comes back and asks MOI to dance. I politely decline and tell him I’m with the drummer. Mr. Creepy insists. Finally, I feel guilty and tell him I will dance only ONE dance with him. About five seconds after we reach the dance floor, he tells me that he just got home from fighting the war. I’m thinking to myself, “Mr. Creepy is kinda old to be a soldier that just got home” when I notice he has on a special hat for being awarded a Purple Heart. Just when I’m starting to feel terrible, he thanks me for the dance (the song isn’t even half way over) and tells me that he’d hate for my boyfriend to attack him with his drum sticks.

Oh yeah… did I mention that I rarely drink? And when I do, it takes me all night to finish ONE drink (unless it’s a Kamakazi & then I lose count cuz they fit in a shot glass, ya know?).

After I return from our “half dance”, Mr. Creepy AKA Purple Heart sends me two more of the same drink I’ve been nursing since the band started setting up at least two hours before. He then leans over and tells me that he’d die for me (and for The Precious and her husband, too). David has been watching all this while he’s playing the drums and you can tell by his face that he’s getting upset. He starts mouthing very dramatically so that I can read his lips from across the room in dark, “Is he bothering you? I’ll come over there and take care of it right now”. At this point, I mouth back, “It’s OK, really… just play”. So, my brother-in-law decides to keep me out of trouble by playing some cell phone games. Let’s just say I’ll never think of Santa the same ever again…

FINALLY…

David gets a break and sits at the table with me to get the scoop on Mr. Creepy. Mr. Creepy comes over and tells him that he’d die for David too and he hoped David didn’t have hard feelings against him dancing with me. Whew… close call. Thank goodness Mr. Creepy disappeared after that. Unfortunately, I’ll never live it down with The Precious and my brother-in-law about how I always attract the crazy ones. LOL

Maybe some day I’ll tell you about the New Year’s kiss later that night that hijacked the entire band…

Did you make it this far? I’m impressed. Now let’s see how well you were paying attention. In the telling of this story, there were two songs titles mentioned. Did you notice them? What were they? Get it right and your next box of birth control is on me! LOL

I’ve been keeping a secret from my internet friends. Most of the them, anyway. I guess I was afraid of people judging me or saying negative comments about me starting completely over in every way (or thinking I’ve lost my mind again).

Anyway, I’m really rotten at being dishonest and that’s how I’ve felt I’ve been. Not dishonest because I’ve done anything wrong, just dishonest because keeping this little secret has kept me from being able to post to my blog! Oh how many times I’ve wanted to jump on here and share something fantastic or interesting but couldn’t! LOL

So here it is… the big secret (drum roll please):

Meet David. He’s sweet, funny, charming, a real country boy. And I’ve been dating him. ALOT. So I have tons of stuff to talk about that involves David lately and I’m tired of holding it in! My blog has been discovered by him as well, so it also seemed like a good time to ask his permission to talk about him.

Don’t worry, I still have good birth control. Remember my three boys? Yeah, that method still works best! LOL

I originally posted the Blowing Kisses photo over a month ago with great intentions of closing a chapter of my life and starting a new page. The funny thing is, I became paralyzed with paranoia and couldn’t publicly say it.

For those that aren’t aware, I have recently divorced. Although I knew my relationship had deteriorated and I started making the necessary transitional changes in advance, I suppose I underestimated the roller coaster of events that were still to come after I started my new life.

Obviously, I became very quiet during the divorce. The thing is, I expected myself to return to “normal” immediately after it was final and that just didn’t happen. When everything is completely different from where you live to the number of people in your household, how can you honestly be “normal” again? Who was I fooling? Who was I in the past and who am I going to become? Then the paranoia problem continued to plague me. Would the ex-hubby be reading what I say?

After completely disappearing from all my online friends and scaring the poop out of a few of them, I had a really open phone conversation with my good friend Kelly McCausey. Sometimes just spewing your silly fears out loud to someone else is the best way to come to your senses. The next morning I knew that it didn’t matter if the ex-hubby wants to read what I say. It’s time to stop holding myself hostage.

It’s time to kiss my old life goodbye and say hello to the new beginnings that are in store for me. Goodbye old life. Goodbye.

This photo was taken at the Jefferson Hotel in Jefferson, Texas on November 1st, 2008. The hotel is supposedly haunted. I had a blast taking photos in the dark and recording myself and two friends asking questions of any spirits that may be nearby. I felt certain that I could pass as a professional ghost hunter!

I’m really not sure why the forks were out in the courtyard, but it was intriguing to say the least. We walked past this area around 11 P.M. to get something to eat and have a few drinks and I don’t remember seeing them at that time. It was a bit after midnight when we returned to the hotel and first noticed them. I made several fork jokes and giggled all the way back to my room (Room #2).

Unfortunately, I forgot my camera that night. I totally wanted to kick myself the next morning when I went back to take photos. Who knows what I might have caught on camera in the dark on Halloween? Maybe a couple hundred ghosts eating dinner?

This one is surely self explanatory…

My two youngest called my mother and planned me a surprise birthday party this year. All I had to do was have the kitchen ready to be surprised.

Anyway, how closely did you check out the cake my stepdad picked up for me? Yeah, I’m ___ years old and it’s my very first Barbie cake! Woo hoo!

Can you guess by the candles how old I am?