Our non-traditional do's.......

First, thanks for the well wishes. I haven't been visiting blogs lately because the computer was making the dizziness worse. The light beaming from the screen only set me into more dizziness and more vomiting.....which I don't do so well. I don't like corn shooting out of my nostrils at warp speed. I'm doing a wee bit better, so I can visit a blog here and there. I anticipate more computer time in the very near future though!!

But I am going to jump on board with the other bloggers and tell you all about my wedding to my spectacular man and about a life that is anything but ordinary.

I met my dude right after I birthed my daughter. I had sworn off men. They sucked. After dealing with my daughter's biological father I'm surprised I didn't become a lesbian. Seriously, he was that bad. And the night I met my husband, I was in a state of mind that should have landed me in the loony ward. I had severe depression (post-partum). I was very anal about my new baby. No one but me feeds her, I take care of her, everyone else just leave me the hell alone was my mantra. I didn't want her to think that my mom was her mom. I was crying all the time. My parents, bless their hearts, were trying everything to help me out. They were taking me shopping, to movies, to Bingo, to anything. It wasn't working so well. So, my mom made a decision to get me the hell out of the house without my baby in my arms. She called my friends. She told them to come over and take me out. I cried like a toddler, throwing a temper tantrum and vowing that I would never forgive her for this. I sat in the closet when my friends came to pick me up. My mom stormed the room, found a suitable "going out" outfit and physically dressed me. Then she stuck a wad of cash in my hand, gave me a quick nod and hug, and then pushed my ass out the door. I cried all the way to the bar. My birthing coach, Tom, who was my best friend and cared about me deeply was at his wits end. He decided come hell or high water, I was going to have fun. That meant alcohol. And considering I hadn't drank in a long while, it didn't take much for me to let loose and have some fun.

So, I was out and about and saw Matt, my husbands best friend. I went to school with Matt. I talked briefly about my life, showed pictures of my precious cone-headed baby, and then was going to go on my merry way. Hubby was sitting next to Matt, and was interested in me. I shared a few laughs with him and then found my friend Tom, who was on Krissy Patrol. He didn't see where I had gone and was frantically looking for me. That was it. I went home and swore off ever going out again.

Cue a few weeks later. My friend planned a get-a-way to another city. This cool bar was there. So a bunch of people were going. I was not! Hell no. First off, there was a winter storm brewing. I feared for my life. I was still sad and depressed but was coming out of the funk. But I was still a anal first time mom living with my parents. My mom once again said "Go out. It will be good for you. You need to get out. Don't worry about the baby, she sleeps all night long so whatever time you get back is fine by me." I reluctantly went. Upon arriving at the bar, I had too much to drink again. I was a flirting fool this night. Innocently flirting as I still hated anything with a penis (besides my friends and daddy!) But I was attracting quite a few guys and my BFF was beating them off. Then I saw Craig. There he was. With Matt and Matt's girlfriend. And we began to talk again. And Craig went through a series of questions from my BFF. She wasn't letting some scum back into my life. She was brutal. After her okay, I gave him my number and we left.

The next day he called. He stopped by and was just so cute and so nice. So different. I was impressed and knew that my "no penis" rule was banished. We talked a lot and more importantly, I laughed a lot. He was funny, witty, and cute. Then Diva woke up crying. I quickly jumped up to get a bottle. On my way to feed her, I noticed that she stopped crying. Hmmmm....did she fall back to sleep? Nope, she was nuzzling close to Craig and very contempt to just lay in his arms. I was smitten.

From that day forward, we never parted ways. I loved spending every single moment with this guy. He always put a smile on my face. I love to laugh, and he loves to make me laugh. It was perfect. Diva was smitten as well. Man she loved him. If she had gas or a upset stomach, he was the only one to sooth her. And then my sister had her first baby. And my niece had to have surgery right after she was born. And my hubby sat in the room with my sister and niece, cradling her while she cried in pain. She would only fall asleep on his chest. I was in love with him before that, but it really sealed the deal when I saw that. He loved the 2 people I loved the most. My daughter and niece.

We moved in with him shortly after that. As all couples do, we had our downfalls. We had to draw the line in the sand with each other. I was stubborn, he was stubborn and I am anal, he is not. So, of course there were issues. But he never for a moment took it out on Diva. He loved her with all his heart, and she was his daddy. He loved it. He loved hearing her call him daddy. The bond was tight. But we had to work hard at our relationship.

We were engaged at this point (I'll tell that story later because it is funny!) but I had some doubts about our future. It was bleak. After numerous "break ups" and much bickering, we finally both decided that as miserable as it seems, it would be much more miserable if we weren't together. So, we put away the stubbornness and started loving again. From there on out, we were a happy family.

Then we decided to move to South Dakota. We were not married yet, but the only difference was we didn't have a piece of paper that said we were married. Everything else was the same as a married couple. We chose the house together, we chose the area together, etc. Our intentions were a good school and a safe area for Diva.

After moving up here, I turned 30yrs old. I was miserable. I had a breakdown. I did not want to be 30yrs old. I wanted to be 29 forever. I threw a fit. So, Craig decided for my birthday to go get a marriage license. By doing so, we had only 2 weeks that we had to be married by. It was exciting for me. We decided to go to this little Las Vegas like chapel, and have close friends and family there. I found a great dress for $20 and had the best time in my life finding it. My friend and I made it into a treasure hunt and it was a blast. The day we were married, my guest included around 15 people. It was so sweet and so fun. My dad did walk me down the aisle, and Craig cried. I laughed. It was typical. We went to supper with all after, I had too much wine, and then we went to a hotel to have some fun (bow-chicka-bow-wow!)

A month later, we had a reception. The hall only fit 150people. We had a D.J., food and of course, alcohol. I soon realized that we were way over our capacity of 150 people within a hour of the first dance. It was crazy. We had a freaking blast. Everyone that attended said it was the best reception ever and it was fun. Instead of rubbing cake into eachothers face, we slammed it into my innocent friends face. Hilarious! Our first dance was to "Hero" by Enrique Iglacious (sp?). I danced with my dad, and Craig danced with Diva to a song that honored daughters and dad's relationships. It was truly the best time I have ever had. I got a little tipsy again, but not enough to ruin the second "bow-chicka-bow-wow" night, complete with a heart shaped tub. Cheesy? I know! But it was us.

We have been married for almost 4yrs now. We have been together for 10yrs. And still to this day, the man is my rock. He knows when to make me laugh. Laughter is abundant in this house. And it feels my heart with joy. And without him, I don't think Diva or myself would have the same wonderful life that we do. And to this day, she is still a "daddy's girl" and he is still the best dad in the world. And we are still madly, deeply in love with each other.
The end.

Luckily, he didn't piss me off tonight or this story may have been different! ;-)