Ten years - my how time flies.

Well, my lovelies, today marks the tenth anniversary of the day I said "I do." For awhile there, we both never thought we'd make it to this date.

Did I ever tell you guys how we met?

Well, I had been out of a relationship with my ex Rick, for about five months. I wasn't interested in actually finding a boyfriend. I just wanted to play the field. I was dating two guys - one named Dave and the other named Steve - and having the time of my life.

In order to combat boredom, I used to call the party lines, and lie about myself. Like I used to say that I was five ten, and I had black hair and green eyes. You know, stuff like that, cuz I never had any intention of meeting any of these guys IRL.

Well, one night at the beginning of May 1996, I called the party line, and for some reason, decided to just be honest for once in my life. I left my description as curvy, five four, and the penchant for drinking beer straight from the bottle.

Well, I got more messages left for me that night than I had ever experienced. I guess sometimes men DO want the truth. I went under the name Angell (of course) and hubby was going under Hot Rod, which was a plus in my opinion, being that one of my favourite wrestlers was Rowdy Roddy Piper. We "danced" a little, and then got off the party line and spoke for four hours. Turns out his name WAS Rod...and he was a wrestling fanatic, loved hockey, and country music.

He told me that he was only a year older than me, but his deep baritone voice made me doubt that. And he asked if we could meet in person. I hemmed and hawed, but in the end decided that a third guy wouldn't be a bad thing. So I told him where to meet me the next night after his shift. I chose karaoke, because all my friends would be around, and, as always, there's safety in numbers. He told me what he would be wearing, and I told him what I'd be in.

I took great pains with my appearance that night. I straightened my hair, dressed in the lowest cut top I could find (I had less weight on me back then than I do now), and was all ready to be disappointed anyway. LOL. He worked nights, so I had all night to watch the door, and all night to be nervous. Around midnight he walked in, and I was able to spot him right away. I passed by him four or five times - you know, to check him out - before he found out who I was. And the way that happened was he heard my name being announced for karaoke.

After my song (12 years later I don't remember which one it was), I approached him, and we walked over to a table. When we sat down, the first words out of his mouth were "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Wanna go to Vegas?"

Well, we didn't go to Vegas, but around our one year anniversary, we decided to move in together. The pic below was taken at his 25th birthday party.




And on September 26, 1998 - we said I DO (sorry this entry is being typed from work so no pics - I had the above one stored on Facebook).


As all marriages do, we've gone through our ups and downs (lots of downs I can't kid you on that), but we made it.


And here's hoping for another ten (I don't dare hope past that LOL).


HAPPY ANNIVERSARY SWEETHEART!


Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.