I have to admit both of these people left their mark on me and that mark wasn't pretty. Farrah influenced my own version of "feathered hair", which really turned out to be "sticky wings above my ears".
And Thriller defined a few very awkward years of my childhood, involving a Levi Jacket with MJ buttons, a white glove, and white socks.
Happy Anniversary Sam! (Only One Day Late)
Okay, so some of you already know I blogged about our anniversary being today, only to be corrected by Sam in the comments. (It was really yesterday).
For the record, this does not count as forgetting, like in years past. This counts as remembering wrong. I am one step closer to becoming a responsible adult.
Instead of posting all the things I love about Sam (he'll do that on his own blog, I'm sure) I shall post about why it takes a strong, unique man to stick around me.
Sam Didn't Leave me When...
1. after three months of marriage, I made him quit his job so I could uproot our family and move us to Blackfoot Idaho for my job which paid considerably less than his job.
2. I accidentally spent almost $300 dollars on a book for one of my blog readers.
3. I threw a hair dryer at him.
4. I told him if he wanted another child, he would have to be up nights and wake up mornings with said child. (Beckham's here, so you know Sam agreed).
How Did Sam Get Me? (aka How Did Sam Get Stuck with Me?)
1. He played hard to get. (Meaning, he kept talking about another girl he wanted to ask out. I'm not kidding. He took her to a Jazz game.)
2. He danced for me. Have you ever seen an epileptic eel do the cha cha? Then you've seen Sam dance. It was that moment I knew he completed me, because I do a dance that resembles a fish out of water, flopping about. So, his epileptic eel completes my flopping fish.
Weirdest Thing about our Wedding Day
I don't know why this cracks me up.
Our wedding ceremony took place at about 10 in the morning. Sam and I got married, took pictures, and then went to lunch at the Lion House. Then we had about six hours to kill before the reception, and we didn't know what to do. (We were young. And stupid.)I think the conversation went something like this:
me: "So, what do we do now?"
Sam: "Beats me. I guess we go home?"
me: "Okay, I'll just grab a ride home with my parents, and then we can meet up at the reception."
Sam: "That's great, cuz I've got some errands to run anyway."
me: "Um... Kay. Bye."
Sam: "Yeah. See ya."
It's true. So, I went to my parents' house, took a nap, watched a movie, and then Sam and I drove separate cars to the reception.
We so didn't know how to be married.
Coming up Monday, author Emily Wing Smith answers our questions, and we pick the book winners.
Anyone doing anything fun this weekend? I'm going to the Melting Pot to celebrate our anniversary. I don't know where Sam's going.
Happy Anniversary! (Mine actually is today--so thanks for the reminder).
ReplyDeleteThanks Sydney. Since our anniversaries are so close together, would you mind reminding me next year? That would be great.
ReplyDeleteI would hope that you guys would at least meet up together and have dinner at the Melting Pot. Make sure there isn't more than one, be sad if you went to the same restaurant but different locations.
ReplyDeleteHope you guys have a wonderful time celebrating and many more years of underwater-esqe dancing!
Brodi I have the biggest smile on my face! You were a beautful bride. Sam how in the world did you get so lucky. Seriously. :)
ReplyDeleteUna- So, lemme get this straight. Sam and I are supposed to take the same car? Weird.
ReplyDeleteShellie- Sam asks himself that every day, but it's usually with his head in his hands, and he says, "What did I ever do to deserve her?"
so pretty pictures (well handsome for sam!)
ReplyDeleteand SERIOUSLY ???
SERIOUSLY ?? you went to SEPERATE places?? ROFL....
Dorien- Seriously. I met him at the reception.
ReplyDeleteI will say that it is nice that the hair dryer didn't leave a mark...though it would have been cool if it left a scar so that I could use that against you anytime that I screwed up. Oh well.
ReplyDeleteAnd to Shellie, yes, I am a very lucky man. She is beautiful, talented and funny. I know how metrosexy I am, but I married out of my league with her and I am very thankful for that.
And you are so wrong about my dancing. It is awesome and appreciated by many former dancers at the Bay.
Long live Farrah and her feathered hair.
Brodi - My hubby usually mumbles to himself, "What contest in hell did I win..." or my other favorite, "is God really that mad at me..." or "my dad warned me about the family "luck" or lack thereof."
ReplyDeleteBut honestly, I think mostly he is amazed I said yes, he thinks he married way above. I don't see it since, like you, he does have to put up with me.
Sam- Oh man. The Bay. Memories. Horrible, awkward, meat market memories. I still remember- you in your yellow spandex tank top, me in my ultra blue tube top... Mmmm.
ReplyDeleteUna- It's good we brainwashed our husbands, right? (My favorite is the "What contest in hell did I win?" Funny.
That is so awesome! The next time we have you over for dinner I will tell you about the mishaps Mike and I had killing time. Actually, he may not allow it. We'll just have to see. Happy Anniversary!
ReplyDeleteYou crack me up. Hysterical.
ReplyDeleteThanks Keersten. And congrats to you too. It's a girl! (Right?)
ReplyDeleteLis- If only we could have kept our double championship quest alive. Oh well. Go Brandon!
Can we get a picture of that sticky wings above your ears thing? I think I need proof or a visual image or something. :)
ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversary. That is dang funny about meeting up at the reception! Love it.
Debbie- I will search for such a picture. If I post it, though, I may lose blog readers.
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