Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Tell Me Your Story Tag~ Part Two

(To read Part One, click here.)

Well, after our impromptu meeting in Crazyville, several months passed by.

I no longer had a boyfriend, and I was just certain that I was doomed to a life of spinsterhood.

I remember crying to my mom about my bleak looking future. I told her that I thought I was NEVER going to meet anybody. I would be tragically alone, and one day be pawned off to go live with family somewhere else, much like Aunt Bee.



Sigh.

Not long after my breakdown, following my startling realization that I was definitely going to be doomed to a life of spinsterhood, I ran into Shannon again.

My friend and Shannon's brother were preparing to get married, and I was helping her do some things to get ready for the wedding. You know important things like tanning, so we would both look beautifully sun baked in all of the wedding pictures. I was going to be her maid of honor, and Shannon was going to be the best man.

Sigh.

We both stopped by Shannon's brother's house on the way to the tanning bed, and lo' and behold Shannon was there too. This was very unusual for him at the time, considering that he was a hermit, who for the most part, never left Crazyville.

But this time, I did notice him, and he noticed me.

Sigh.

However, I did not want anyone to know that I noticed him, especially since I was still pretty well convinced that I was tragically doomed to a life of spinsterhood.

So, as we were leaving to go to the tanning bed, I very nosily asked my friend, if she thought Shannon would still be there when we returned from tanning. (See, my friend was making us all dinner that night, and I being the kind girl that I am, did not like the thought of Shannon going all the way back to Crazyville alone. Especially when I knew, what with him being a hermit and all, that he would probably really love a good home cooked meal.)

She quickly answered my question with these words, "No, he won't be there...He never hangs around for very long."

Sigh.

Like I said earlier, I just knew that I was doomed to a life of spinsterhood.

So, we went tanning, and we returned home to prepare dinner.

Only to my very joyous surprise, Shannon was still there.

Come to find out, he decided to hang around, once he asked his brother if I was returning, and his brother said, "Yes, she's coming back to eat dinner with us."

Sigh.

And the rest, my bloggy friends, is all romantic history.

We have been together pretty much like an old married couple ever since.

He has told me many times over the years (while being forced at gun point by me to repeat the story) that he thought about me all of the time after that first visit I made to Crazyville.

Sigh.

There is, of course, more to the story, but let's just end it here for today by saying, "And they lived mostly happily ever after!"



Sigh.

So, now it's your turn my bloggy buddies. I am tagging ten several of you to tell me your story of love.

Shelly

Tina

Mia

Michele

Gina

Valerie

Laura

Whitney

Nikowa

Tracey

Tag, you ladies are it! Let me know when your posts are up (if you decide to do this, no pressure, just fun), so I can stop by your blog to read all about some more real life romance.

Sigh.

Song of Solomon 6:3
"I am my beloved's, And my beloved is mine."


Monday, September 15, 2008

Tell Me Your Story Tag ~Part One

I have been tagged by my sweet bloggy friend, Dianne, from the Deez Dayz blog to do a post or two telling the story of how Shannon and I met and fell in love.

Sigh.

Dianne's post was, of course, wonderful. I highly recommend that you click here to read all about how she met and fell in love with her sweet hubby.

Sigh.

Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I was very excited about this tag.

So, without further ado, here is "our story."

Sigh.

If you have read this blog even once before, then you probably know that I am a girl who loves movie quotes....especially from Steel Magnolias.

There is a scene in that movie where Ms. Truvy is fixing Shelby's hair, and she asks Shelby to tell her what Jackson (her fiance') is like. Shelby grins and says, "Well, I thought he was a pest at first, but then he sort of grew on me, and now I love him."

Sigh.

I have said very similar words about my Shannon.

Shannon and I went to the same elementary school together for a while, but he was four years older than me, so I did not know who he was at the time. I was, however, in the same first grade class with his younger brother.

Even though Shannon and I went to the same school for a time, and grew up in the same neighborhood, we did not officially meet until I was in about the eleventh grade. My best friend had just starting dating Shannon's brother, and she was hoping to set me up with Shannon, you know, so we could all double date.

So, I fixed my hair (bless my heart), put on my make up, and donned some hideous outfit from the eighties, and I went with my friend over to Shannon and his brother's apartment.....I just knew love was going to be in the air.

Well, love was in the air alright.....but not in the way that I had hoped for.

Shannon was too busy flirting with three other (yes, I said three other) girls from the neighborhood. So busy, in fact, that till this day, he does not even remember me ever being in his apartment.

Sigh.



I was heartbroken. He did not even notice that I was in the apartment that night.

Sigh.

Well, I moved on with my life. Don't you all feel sorry for me though. There were plenty of other guys that came around and broke my heart. Like I've said before, my teenage years were tragic (much like my hair).

My friend continued to date Shannon's brother, so I heard about him from time to time in conversations, but I never gave him any more thought one way or the other.

Fast forward several years, I was dating somebody new, and my friend was still dating Shannon's brother. One evening, we all decided that we wanted to see a certain comedian's stand up routine, but none of us had it on videotape....But Shannon's brother remembered that Shannon had a copy of it........

So, we all piled up into the car and drove all the way out to Crazyville to borrow that tape.

My friend with her boyfriend, and me with mine.

When we pulled up to Shannon's place in Crazyville, I was less than impressed. I thought he lived out in the boonies.....Not to mention that he wasn't wearing a shirt, and had on some form of hunting boots that I thought looked ridiculous.

I starting conjuring up images of Jeremiah Johnson.



Minus the breathtaking Robert Redford part, of course. Sigh.

Interestingly enough, at this impromptu meeting of ours, Shannon did notice me. To this day, he can tell you what I was wearing, what I said, how I laughed, and he even remembers what he was thinking after I left with my boyfriend that day. He said that he thought to himself, "Man, I sure wish I had a girl like that."

Sigh.

I, on the other hand, came home with very different thoughts of our meeting that day. As we pulled out of Crazyville, I said to my friends, "I could NEVER live out here in Crazyville."

And as my mother still loves to tease me about, I came home and told her about meeting my friend's brother. I said, "I met my friend's brother today, and he is a hermit!"

Meanwhile, back in Crazyville, Shannon was still thinking about me.......

(To be continued tomorrow......)

Thursday, August 28, 2008

♪ That's Amore ♪

Now that I am able to do a little bit more around the house, I wanted to cook a special dinner for Shannon to show him how much I appreciate all he has done for me over the last few months with all of my travel and back surgery nonsense going on.

I also wanted to try to use some of the food we had purchased from Angel Food Ministries to make the dinner with. (Click here if you would like to know more about this program. It has really helped us stretch our "food" dollars.)

After going over all of my choices, I decided to make him an Italian meal of pasta and meatballs. (Oh, how I do love meatballs!)

Sigh.

Now, please keep in mind, I am no chef. I do not even remotely pretend to be a good cook; I am just a housewife trying to do something nice for my man. Mmmkay?

So, with that being said, here is everything I used to make this meal. Well, with the exception of the secret ingredient, but we will get to that later.



The spaghetti sauce, macaroni noodles, and meatballs were all from our Angel Food Menu order last month.

Now, these next two items, you don't necessarily need to make a delicious Italian meal, but they absolutely don't hurt a thing to have. These are handmade dishes that I purchased in Positano, Italy. Sigh.



Aren't they beautiful?

Sigh.

Okay, where was I?.....

Oh yes, I was cooking. Sorry.

The first thing that I did was start opening the cans and dumping them into the pan.

Here I am dumping the spaghetti sauce, like so.



Now it's time to dump the can of petite diced tomatoes.



The last (but not least) can to be dumped in is the little can of tomato sauce.



Next up are the spices. I never measure them; I just shake the containers until I feel like I've added enough.

I started with parsley flakes; I love to have a lot of parsley. Mostly because I think it makes the sauce look prettier.



The next spice I added was garlic. I have to go easy on the garlic, because Shannon wouldn't like it if I added too much. Not that I have ever done that though. Ever.



I threw in a dash or two of basil.



Every time I add a dash or two of oregano, I try to say oregano in my best Italian accent. I love how Italians say, "oregano." Sigh.



I threw in just a dash of salt. (But let's just keep this one between you and me, okay? Shannon worries about his sodium intake.)



Although I went light on the salt, I went very heavy on the pepper. We like lots of pepper here in Crazyville.



This next ingredient is my "secret" ingredient, so I would really appreciate it if you did not tell anyone about this one. It is Sweet~n~Low, two packets to be exact. The Sweet~n~Low helps to keep the sauce from tasting too bitter.
(But remember, you never heard about this ingredient, Mmmkay?)



After I added all the spices, it was time to add the meatballs. (Oh, how I do love meatballs!) I just added them still frozen straight from the bag; they were already fully cooked and would thaw out as the sauce simmered.



I cut the bell pepper into small pieces, like so.



Then I scraped them all into the pan, and only one piece or seven fell onto the floor.



After chopping the bell pepper, I had to chop the onion up into little pieces.

*sniff*sniff*



(I only used about half of the large onion; I was trying to be romantic after all.)

*sniff*sniff*

After I was finished chopping, I scraped all of the onion onto the floor into the pan.



Once I was finished adding all of the ingredients, it was time to stir them all together.



Then I put a lid on the pan and turned the heat on low. I let it simmer, stirring occasionally for several hours.



After about an hour of simmering, since the meatballs were ginormous, I cut them into fourths. And obviously, I was very careful not to drop my knife into the boiling spaghetti sauce.



And I definitely did not get sauce all over my white tee shirt.



When it was getting close to the time that Shannon gets home from work, I boiled the water for the pasta. Once the water was boiling, I dumped the entire bag of pasta into the boiling water.



I let the pasta cook until it was "Al Dente," about 7 minutes.

When the timer went off, I drained all of the water from the pasta.



Then I dumped all of those "Al Dente" noodles into the spaghetti sauce.



And I mixed all of the ingredients together, like so.



Once I was done mixing everything together, I put some of that yummy stuff into my beautiful bowls that were handmade in Positano, Italy.

Sigh.

I then sprinkled some Parmesan cheese on top of each serving.



Followed by some freshly ground pepper.



Mmmmmmmmmmm!



With just one whiff of this delicious Italian meal, that was served up in my beautiful handmade dishes from Positano, Italy, I started dreaming of romance with my husband. I instantly got carried away with romantic visions of Lady and the Tramp.



Sigh.

And then I started to hear Dean Martin singing so softly in my ears.......

♪
In Napoli where love is King,
When boy meets girl, here's what they say:

When the moon hits your eye like a big-a pizza pie,
That's amore;
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine,
That's amore.

Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella."
Hearts'll play tippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay
Like a gay tarantella.

When the stars make you drool joost-a like pasta fazool,
That's amore;
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet,
You're in love;
When you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreamin', signore,
'Scusa me, but you see, back in old Napoli, that's amore.

♪

Sigh.

Of course, I can't promise you that bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling if you cook this meal for your husband, but the bells were definitely ting-a-ling-a-linging at my house.

I'm just saying is all. ;)

Philemon 1:6
"I pray that you may be active in sharing your faith, so that you will have a full understanding of every good thing we have in Christ."


Saturday, April 5, 2008

Hi, My Name Is Amy.

I have a confession to make to you. I have developed a little problem. What may be even more troubling than the problem itself, is that I don't want to quit having this problem.

Let me explain.

Several of my bloggin' buddies have mentioned a website called The Pioneer Woman. And since I'm not one who likes to be left out of all the fun, I thought I'd go and see what this pioneer woman was all about. I should of listened to my friend Amy when she admitted she had a problem.

You would think that I would have reached a point in my life, by now, to realize that I should learn from other people's mistakes experiences.

You would be wrong.

After hearing so much about her I thought to myself, what is the harm in just looking?

Oh. My. Gosh. (Amy's exact response to Pioneer Woman's cinnamon rolls.)

It's hard for me to even say this out loud, but there is just no turning back for me now.

She is amazing!

She can cook. And I don't mean "regular" cooking; I mean she can help you make a dinner that will get you a marriage proposal. (I'm just saying.)

She can take beautiful pictures with her camera, and photo shop them better than any professional.

She is married to a devastatingly handsome cowboy and has four kids (she calls them punks).

She has a wonderful sense of humor. (The laugh out loud kind.)

But that's not all.........She can also write, and I'm not talking about just your regular blob blog here.

I'm talking about romance. (Sigh.)

Real life, out in the country, honest to goodness, heart pounding, cowboy kissing romance. (Sigh again.)

It's her account of how she and her husband met and fell in love. (I need a tall, cold glass of water just thinking about it.)

So, if you are interested in reading her love story, just click here. It is titled "Black Heels To Tractor Wheels".

But I feel like I should warn you ahead of time, her story is addictive. I have read it all so far and I am now heavily lurking hanging out at her website constantly a little more than I probably should, just longing for her next chapter.

If, even after my warnings of developing a serious addiction potential problems, you decide to just take a look at her website for yourself, make sure you have plenty of time available. You will need it. (And a tall glass of ice water.)

Trust me on this.

Seriously.

Hi, my name is Amy. I am addicted to "Black Heels To Tractor Wheels". But I have been clean and sober now for the last ten minutes half-hour.
(Everyone now say, "Hi, Amy!")



Monday, March 24, 2008

The Elephant Incident

Last Friday, Shannon and I had another date. I had to go back to the doctor to have my ears cleaned out AGAIN due to a little wax buildup problem that I deal with ALL of the time.

After the nurse called my name, the first thing that she wanted to do was to see how much I weighed......I thought to myself, "Gee whiz, I was just in here a few days ago, I mean I know I'm a little bloated but come on!"

So I stepped up on the scales.

Moving on.

The nurse led Shannon and me to the exam room that we were going to be in for the next hour to wait in to see the doctor. She also brought the equipment into the room that the doctor was going to use to clean out my ears. Luckily this time I did not have to wear a paper towel disposable gown up and down the hall.



Now, I've had my ears cleaned out numerous times, but I'll be honest, this is the first time I have ever seen a doctor's office use a "squirt bottle" to do this procedure. It just didn't seem very professional. I'm just saying is all.

Since we were waiting for an hour for a while, we had plenty of time to enjoy our date with each other. We talked, smooched a little, took a picture of the "equipment", etc. After taking the picture I noticed something on the "squirt bottle". I didn't have my eyes glasses on so I couldn't quite make it out. So Shannon picked it up so I could get a better look at it.



"The Elephant Ear Washer".....? Are you kidding me?

Not only were they using a squirt bottle in place of an actual professional instrument, they were also using something designed for an elephant's ears!

Now I realize that I might be retaining a little water, but I am in no way comparable to an elephant!......Am I?

After the hour long wait in the exam room, the doctor finally came in. And wouldn't you know it, the "Elephant Ear Washer" wouldn't even work. It was broken. How shocking that a little plastic squirt bottle professional doctor's instrument frequently used on elephants large patients would be broken. I guess they must be really expensive too, because they only had this one for the entire office! I guess next week me and my elephant ears will just have to go to a different doctor.

Needless to say, I was ready to get out of there. This date with Shannon was not going exactly like I had planned. It did get better though.

We left the zoologist's doctor's office and went out for lunch to the Olive Garden. That was such a treat. We finally got to use our Christmas gift cards.
(Thanks, Bo and Michel!) We each ordered something different so we could share. Our lunch was delicious and romantic........



And I was almost able to forget about the whole elephant incident, but you know what they say about elephants.

P.S. Wanda, if you're reading this, thank you for the sweet card you sent me. I miss you too. Thank you for your prayers for me. I like how you think! Kiss your babies for me! I love you, Friend!:)

Luke 1:45
"Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished!"


Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Isn't He Romantic?


Last night when Shannon got home from work, he came in the house and put his lunch box and papers down, then he turned around and went right back outside.

I wondered what he was doing, so I peeked out the window......

He was picking flowers for me.:)

These daffodils just came up yesterday.

I thought that was so romantic!

I love when he surprises me.

I guess I should cook delicious dinners for him more often.

I love you, ♥Shannon♥!