Thursday, March 10, 2011
In my ever-something quest to blog about something that doesn't look like a frickin' diary entry (seriously, I'm one step away from starting posts with "Dear Kitty...."), I took a challenge from Stevie B. to do five entries based on these topics.
Crush / LustSecret Loves
I have no idea from where he got them or how he picked them, and while some of them seem like I have to put actual time and effort into them, sometimes that's better than coming up with a subject all on my own.
I'm already a day behind him, but I'm up to topic #3:
I don't find myself an unhappy person, but that is far from saying I am a happy one. And 'bubbly' certainly isn't one of the first few hundred adjectives you'd use to describe me. So of all of Stevie B's subjects, this is the hardest for me.
I'm sure when I was 8, going to Cedar Point was my happiest moment. Once I was drunk and was really happy to have a gyro at 03:30. I suppose getting through cancer treatment unscarred (well....you know what I mean) should be my happiest moment. So what qualifies at the happiest?
I don't think there is one. I don't think there can be. But since people, myself included, tend to think closer to the present I will go with getting married.
Yes, that old ball and chain. The institution.
Look, I'm so happy that I cropped him out of the picture.
Oh, you all know the deal. He signed up for me, not to be a starring member of my blog. Of course he's cropped out. But this was a self-portrait we took after our 'reception' at the W and on our walk back to our hotel after sending Becca off in her cab to the airport.
Yes, it's only been four months, but I still think back on that day fondly. The weather, the company, the actual ceremony itself, the lunch afterwards. Yeah, overall the official pictures came out fair at best and I lost my iPhone, but it was still a great day.
While I know our marriage means zilch in Ohio, I'm still very happy we did it.
Song by: Alison Krauss + Union Station