Derek and Victoria: Pie Shakes, Pretzels, and Personality

3 years ago I started a blog. 3 years ago I promised another addition to the exciting tale of how Derek and Victoria came to be. Life happened and I forgot that blog. Today I found my blog, and like all 3 of my adoring online fans, I was left gripping the edge of my seat wondering what would happen next. Then I remembered it's my story and I lived it! So I'm going to help you guys out, and try once again to do this thing called blogging. 

Derek and I set up a second date. How I ever convinced him to go out with me again after going full on crazy girl on him, I will honestly never know! Although it seemed like I set this up in the span of a few days, I really can't remember the exact details and timeline of everything. But I do know that this date happened after the first week of school, which means it was at least a week after the incident with The One Class Ring. 

It was established that I had a roommate who was even more boy crazy than me, Alice (not her real name). We had another roommate who spent all her time in another dorm and one of their roommates spent all her time in our dorm, so we just decided to switch roommates. Which was a great idea because then I got to become really close to S (new roommate) and T (friends since we were 5) all three of us got along great. But Alice...she didn't care much for us unless we had something she wanted. Usually a guy. Or our food. Or in my case, a car and money because I had a job too. Alice began to sink her claws into Derek. I wouldn't say she was trying to steal him away from me, because she didn't care enough about him to really try. It was more that she liked collecting people who could give her things or do things for her, mostly guys, because she could bend them anyway she wanted. Anyways, she was trying to do this with Derek. And while I didn't feel threatened by her, I was bothered that she was trying. (I mean come on, hadn't she heard of the Girl Code?!) 

Now that we've got that little bit of background out of the way (for past and future additions) let's start the actual story of the next two "dates" Derek and I went on. 

Sammy's. Sammys was a new diner that had just opened up near campus. It was totally hipster, had delicious food, promoted mustaches (the only facial hair allowed at byui) and on weekends it was also a concert hall for local musicians and "Mormon famous" singers. They were also famous for their Pie Shakes. Which is an ice cream milkshake they make that they actually put an entire slice of pie into. Yummy right? (Side note, their burgers and their fries and fry sauce were my #1 pregnancy craving when I was pregnant with Justin) 

The time arrived for Derek and I to have our Sammys date. We had messaged each other on skype during the week. Just typical back and forth, how was your day? What classes do you have? Boring old stuff. I was eager to show Derek how great these pie shakes were, and maybe redeem myself from our previous encounter, and I excitedly waited for him to come to my dorm to pick me up after he finished his classes for the day. He called me and tally me he was on his way, so I excitedly grabbed my purse and ran out to meet him. As I looked to the east, towards the street expecting him to drive up in his junky old pickup truck, I was surprised when I heard him call from behind me. I waved, and waited for him to get closer then I asked him where he parked. 

"Oh I didn't park, I walked here. My car wouldn't start."

"That's ok we can take mine".

I walked him over to my car, luckily it wasn't a mess, we got in, and I tried to start it. I tried, because it wouldn't start. My car which was super dependable, and had never given me a bit of trouble suddenly wouldn't start! I was flabbergasted! What were the chances that both of our cars would break down? I had been eager to get in the car and get to sammys so I could put food in my mouth because honestly, this date was t going so well already. We were having a hard time talking. Our conversation was shallow and stunted, because we were both feeling a little uncomfortable (understandably after I revealed my crazy) in stunned silence I continued to turn the key in my ignition, but nothing happened. There were no other people around with cars to give me a jump. 

It was a beautiful day out, one of the last warm summer days before fall hit in full force. I suggested to Derek that we could walk. It wasn't far. Before we even started walking I immediately regretted wearing new shoes. Because I knew what kind of pain I was setting myself up for. I also, misjudged the distance from my apartment to the diner. My feet hurt,mand we had a long way to walk....you would've thought I would have a miserable time on that date. But something happened. While Derek and I were walking, just walking and talking something changed. The awkwardness shifted, we talked about more meaningful things (don't ask me what. I have no clue). Our conversation becMe easy. It was genuine, we weren't trying to impress each other, we stopped trying to be cool, and we just actually got to know each other. No more pretenses, no more annoying Vanilla Ice, no ore griping internally about how short he was, I just stopped and enjoyed the conversation. 

Funny thing, we passed some friends of his on our walk and as soon as he saw them, Derek's walk shifted and became more of a swagger. He stopped to talk to them, aaaaand welcome back Mr. Ice! Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped again once we got back to walking and talking just the two of us. I think I gave him the sideways wrinkled brow look that says, "....what?"

When we finally got to sammys, the pressure came rushing back as soon as we walked in the door. This suddenly felt like a formal date again, and the pressure was on to be dainty and dignified while I slurped a liquified chocolate mint pie through a straw. It's harder than it seems. Since I set up the date, I had decided that I would pay for myself. But when I tried to pay, Derek insisted that he pay for mine as well. Points for Derek! 

I was surprised that my feelings for Derek, once contempt and annoyance, were beginning to change! I actually liked this guy! I actually was starting to not mind the height difference so much. It was a nice change to wear comfortable flats on a date than toe crushing stiletto heels that made me totter back and forth and take clip clopping tiny steps. When I got Derek away from other people, and he stopped with this super fly white guy pretense he was actually a really awesome person! I found myself becoming more attracted to him, and this is just in a couple hours you guys. I went from being unsure, to thinking, ok, yeah, maybe I do like this guy. 

But, and this may be totally weird and ridiculous to some people, but the highlight of this whole thing actually came for me after we got back to my apartment. Ok it doesn't sound weird yet, but wait. You'll see. 

We got back to my apartment and we were just hanging out in there with my roommates, (and some guy that Alice was dragging along for the week) just talking laughing, hanging out. Totally chill. I was enjoying it, but I could tell Vanilla himself was creeping back up again, and I was getting tired of it. Then there was a tiny knock on our door. The door was already open, but from the angle Derek was at, he couldn't see who was there. 

It was Avery, our RA's 3 year old daughter. In her adorable, tiny little girl voice she said, "um, can I, um, can, can I, please, um, have some pretzels?" In the middle of talking to someone else  Derek's head turns straight to the door as soon as he heard that sweet little girl. "Oh my goodness!" He said, "who is that?!" He leapt from the couch to the door and excitedly fawned over Avery and her adorableness, asked if he could give some of our pretzels to her (of course yes!) and then started playing with her by showing her magic tricks, listening to her talk about little girl jibber jabber and I was just captivated. Dad material. Heck yes. Points for Derek! 

In that exact moment I thought to myself, "This man will be such a wonderful father." In that moment, I knew I liked Derek. I knew that he would be a wonderful father, and I briefly was able to picture a life with him. I know that may sound strange, overly anxious, whatever. But I was always taught that if you can't see yourself marrying this person, there is no reason to date them, so that was a question I would always ask myself. With any guy. What would it be like to be married to this man? With Derek, I liked what I saw. I liked his potential. I liked his true personality. I liked him. 

A Vole in One

I know I promised you all a post about our next date, but I'm a little stuck on that one, and since you all must be wasting away without my hilarious personality and captivating stories around, I needed to make a new post. That's a joke of course...


My apologies, for the cheesy title, but I think we've established by now that's just my goofy dorky personality, because I'm the kind of girl that, when my husband points out a beautiful sunset, I call it The Fires of Mordor.

Derek and Victoria: When Crazies Come A'Calling

I'm so much more impressed with this title than my last.

We left off our roller coaster story with me realizing that I had left my mother's class ring on Derek's key chain. Yes, the ring that had earned me many threats as to what cruel and unusual punishments I would receive if I lost that ring.

My parents didn't give out normal punishments. Well, sure, they would ground me from going to dances or seeing my friends, but you have to give them props for some of their more ingenious punishments. I never had a cell phone in high school, so that punishment option was not available. My least favorite punishment of theirs was grounding me from hair supplies and make up. Now THAT is completely earth-shattering to a teenage girl. I suppose I should actually thank them for this, I learned how to handle my hair naturally, and how to use make up to enhance my beauty, not paint it on. (So this is me, begrudgingly, thanking you for grounding me from beauty products.)

Another creative punishment: pitting my brother Brigham and me against each other in a race to pick up the most dog poop. Winner didn't have to mow the lawn. However, my brother and I are very competitive with each other, and we hated mowing the lawn more than we hated dog poop. We got in a fight over border rights, and who had more dog poop on their side (lucky!) which ended with my brother chucking a handful of re-hydrated (yes, that's right, re-hydrated) dog poop at the back of my head. For a kid later diagnosed with no depth perception, his aim was true that day.

Now that you see an example of the horrors my mother could inflict on me when I was a kid, you can understand why I would be so panicked at the thought of what she might do to me now that I was an ADULT, right? Needless to say, I feared for my life.

I was panicking and on the verge of tears at the thought of some short obnoxious guy who could probably go years without noticing a tiny gold ring on his key chain, and who I might never see again since our previous encounters had been a story I planned on laughing about with my future daughters when sharing dating horror stories. The biggest factor of all was our age difference, I was still 17 and a minor. That's a pretty big deterrent for a 24 year old.

I made 2 calls that night to Derek's phone. I say phone, because to this day, Derek seems to have an aversion to answering when people call him, so it was more like I was just calling his phone. I left voice mails.

"Hi Derek. Its Victoria. Um I think I left my ring on your key chain. I really need it back, so, please call me when you get this."

"Hi Derek, its Victoria again. I just wanted to make sure you got my message earlier? I really really need that ring back. Ok. Just call me whenever as soon as you get this."

Sunday morning dawned brisk and sunny and still no answer from Derek. My roommates talked me into waiting to call until after 4. I was anxious and jittery the whole day until 4 o'clock rolled around. And when that glorious number was finally glowing on the digital reading of our microwave, I lunged for my phone. No answer. So I called again. Still no answer. So I called a few more times.

"Hey Derek, its Victoria. You have my ring...on your key chain. I was hoping to hear back from you by now. Look you don't even have to bring it to me, I just really have to have it back now."

"Derek, its me again. Look I know you must think I'm crazy now because of how many times Ive called you, but that's fine you can think that I just really need you to call me back so I can get my ring!"

At this point I had convinced myself that he was avoiding my calls. Yeah ok, that was understandable. I was calling him way too much.

BUT DANG IT, I NEEDED THAT RING!!! (Lots of girls up here at BYU-I have that as their mantra)

 My next move was very plain to see. I enlisted the help of my roommates. I had T, text him for me. I pestered her every 15 seconds, "Has he answered? Did he reply? Did he get it? Did you send it? Can you send it again? No you don't understand, my mom will KILL me!"

4:30. So much time to kill. I could find dinner, meet the other girls in the complex, review my schedule and map of campus. Nope. Better call Derek. Clearly he wasn't getting my calls or was ignoring me. If I call enough he HAS to answer right?

When the texting wasn't getting any results either, I asked Alice (you remember, the boy crazy roommate?) who had started dating the guy who lived in the same small complex as Derek, to knock on his door and see if she could just get him to give the ring to her. However, once she got there, she couldn't remember which place was his.

Although Derek was put off by my young age, he still saw me as this:

A pretty young girl who loved tie dye till the hipsters stole it. (haha ok...I'll shut up about myself now)

In the 14 messages I left him after our rock climbing...err...experience...he stopped seeing me as that cute girl, and started seeing me more like this:

Overly Attached Victoria. However, he didn't actually take the time to listen to any of those messages until about 6 PM. (My roommates had confiscated my phone after I reached 18 calls.) Once he heard the messages and realized that I wanted nothing to do with him besides getting my ring back, his ego was pretty bruised.

About 6:15 my phone finally rang, and my roommates all watched as I tore through the apartment to get to my phone.

"Hello?" I said, a little breathless.
"Hey it's Derek. I guess I have your ring."
"Yeah, sorry you must think I am a complete and total nut job. That's ok, I was pretty crazy. I just need my ring back though. I can come get it."
"Yeah, I'll bring it to you. I'm already on my way."

That wonderful man. Even after I went completely psycho on him over a ring (although that's not too unheard of is it? har har I'm soooo hilarious) he still was gallant enough to bring it to me himself. That gave him some MAJOR points in my book, but by now there was no way he would ever want to be around me anymore. Who could blame him?? I even surprised myself with how crazy I went!

He came to my apartment, gave me my ring, and then somehow Alice had wormed her way into our conversation and pounced on him. I felt like a squeaky third wheel in that little conflirtsation, like I couldnt leave becasue I had nothing else believable to do, and he was technically my "guest" so I should be a good hostess.Even though I felt like I was completely off his dating grid now, we still managed to have a good conversation, and agreed to add each other on Skype, including Alice.

When Derek left that night I felt embarrassed, and wished I wouldn't have lost my head about that stupid ring, because it turns out, Derek was really nice. And I was getting used to his height. I didn't forget that he can be SO annoying when he tries too hard to get peoples attention, but I was starting to see the rest of who Derek was, and I really liked that person. Too bad Alice had already sunk her claws into him.

Before I went to bed I was messaging one of my really good guy friends from back home via Skype.I explained how embarrased I was by my actions, and he made fun of me till I started not to feel so sick about it. Then I got a notification that Derek had accepted my contact request. I looked at his profile picture. It was him holding another kitten, and I had to snort as I remembered what a tool he could be.

As I said goodbye to my friend, I got a notification of another message.

Derek: Hey.

I looked at it for a while. Wondering if I really wanted to get to know him better. I had so many apologies that I knew would just make me seem even crazier, so many explanations that would only validate any negative opinions about me. I stared at the screen a little while longer before replying with the safest and most archaic of all responses.

Victoria: Hey.

Derek: What are you doing?

The safe and absolutely LAME responses went back and forth a little before we finally started a real conversation.

Victoria: Have you ever been to Sammy's?

Derek: Never heard of it. What is it?

Victoria: WHAT? You've never been to Sammy's?! It's this great little place, they have super yummy pie shakes, and good music. I'll have to show you sometime.

Derek: Ok, I'm not doing anything tomorrow.

Victoria: Ok, I guess I will call you tomorrow? Well I really need to go to bed now.

Derek: Yeah sounds good :) Goodnight

And without realizing it, I had set up our second date.



Story of our Sammy's date coming soon! I would love to get some feedback from you guys about my stories! 




***I think it is important that everyone knows that I LOVE my parents, and their punishments were in no way harmful to me! My memories are greatly exaggerated than reality thanks to them happening to me as a dramatic teen!

Derek and Victoria: A Rocky Start

Is that just the cheesiest title or what?! Honestly couldn't think of anything better for this post.

As you might have noticed in my last post, I decided to keep "Short Guy's" (Derek's) number in my phone so that I could screen his calls...the obnoxious loud mouth. But the next day he called me while I was shopping for essential household items at Wal Mart with my roomies, and I answered. I don't know if I wasn't paying attention, or I was flattered to be the first of my roommates to have a new guy call them, or maybe I was actually interested in him, but I was surprised he was calling me just a day after we met and exchanged contacts. Now I can't tell you exactly, but the conversation probably went something like this:

Derek: "Hey! Its Derek, yo!"(do you have the Vanilla Ice voice in your head yet?) "What are you doing?"
Me: "Oh just getting some stuff from Wal Mart with my roommates. You know, groceries, cleaning stuff..."
Derek: "Cool, so do you want to go rock climbing with me later today?"

So of course I said yes! (Previously unmentioned in the last post, I had *briefly* met a few of Derek's roommates, and since I saw that they were all over 6' and a couple were pretty good looking, I figured Derek could be my in.) Since he had said "some friends" I was anticipating some more of Derek's cute and tall friends. I mean, Derek was cute, but he was short, a show off, and talked like a 90's rapper. The whole "date" itself was very strange.

Derek didn't come to  my dorm to get me, he called me and had me come out. But I just went along with it anyway, trying to think of which cute roommate he might've brought.

A small car, red I think, was in the temporary loading zone, I could see a cute guy I hadn't met before driving, a dark haired girl in a yellow shirt in the passenger sea,t and behind her, Derek wearing a blue shirt. Oh. So this was like a double date? Ok. I guess I could put up with Derek. I let myself into the car.

I thought we would be going to an indoor climbing place with a rock wall in Idaho Falls or something, but we weren't. We drove for what felt like an hour, and in that time I could no longer tell what kind of "outing" we were on! Derek kept flirting with both the girl in the yellow and me. And the driver, who to this day it has never been calrified to me exactly what i should call him by, was very quiet and mostly talked to Derek, but I would occasionally see him look at me in the rearview mirror. Who was I supposed to be on a date with? Was this just friends going rock climbing? But why would he have called me when we just met if it wasnt for a date? I was completely bewildered and decided to just roll with it, and flirt with both. Derek was easier to talk to, I will give him that, as long as you could get him to stop talking long enough to let you say something. Derek pulled out his phone and started showing me pictures of himself with long hair or looking cute while holding kittens. I smiled politely and thought to myself, "Really? You're trying too hard."

We were driving on a two lane road, with an empty field on one side, and rocky cliffs on the other. I started to get a little uneasy. I about peed myself when they pulled over on the side of the road, and the guys pointed to a giant rock and said that's what we are climbing. I don't think the girl in the yellow shirt knew what she was getting into either, we both shared a grimace of uncertainty.

The guys started pulling equipment out of the car, and I got even more nervous with each item they pulled out.

They showed us to a section of the rock that looked pretty darn scary. I could just imagine myself slamming into that and getting all bloodied up. Way to make an impression.

When it was my turn to climb, I felt awkward getting strapped into a terribly uncomfortable harness that pinched my thighs and was very unflattering by Derek's friend. That is strange enough, but having a guy you barely know do it because you cant figure it out, then yanking you off the ground to "test" it, and  since you aren't expecting that you fall into him...I must have been blushing something awful. Here's to hoping the sun blinded him.

As I was getting ready to climb, Derek pointed to my hand, "Hey you should take off your ring. I'll put it on my key chain for you." It was my mom's class ring. The ring that she told me if I lost it, she would kill me. The ring that I had already lost once before, but luckily found. I handed it over to Derek, telling him I needed it back as soon as I was done, because it was my moms and she would kill me if I lost it.

I dont remember what happened while I was actually climbing. I was scared to death and so self conscious of the way the harness was affecting the only view one could get of me from the ground, knowing that they were all going to be staring at my butt. It took me a while, but I was determined not to go down before reaching the top. Derek was shouting encouragement and advice at me from down below, I hated it due to my pride, but appreciated his effort.

After I took about 30 minutes to climb, Derek went flying up and back down again, taking all the anchors out as he went, in about 10-15 minutes. Again I thought to myself, "Showoff."  But I must admit that I liked him more.

 The drive home was relaxing, I got some nice warm sun, and I enjoyed listening to Derek talk more. he was also not quite so loud, and obnoxious, and I noticed that when he was very comfortable about something, like when he was showing me pictures of his family and his nephews and niece, it was Derek talking, not Vanilla Ice (*Halleluiah Chorus*).

When we got to my dorm, Derek didn't open the door for me, but he did get out and give me a hug, thanking me for coming, and complimenting my amateur rock climbing skills. I had fun, but I didn't think I would be seeing Derek again. I liked him better than I had before our "date" -if you can call it that-, but knew that we probably would never call each other again unless we were truly bored out of our minds or needed an extra body.

I let myself into my dorm and was immediately bombarded by questions from my roommates, and from some of the other girls in the complex who were just hanging out. I answered them, giggling and laughing the whole time like girls always do, then when they announced that they were going to a dance and I needed to come I went to go take a shower. As I was about to get in the shower, i realized I was missing something.

My ring. My mom's class ring. The one I was never supposed to lose, was on Derek's key chain.

Derek and Victoria: The Night We Met (and met again)

The night that I met my husband, Derek, was the Friday before my first semester of college started. It was my first "college party." Had you told me I was going to meet my future husband at my very first party before my very first semester of college ever started, I would have acted annoyed and disbeliveing, but inside, i would have been pretty darn excited and secretly trying to imagine who he would be.

Now if someone had shown me a picture of him while I was still in HS, I would have laughed genuinely.

You see, I'm a short girl. In my pre-Derek days, I was all about those giant stiletto heels that made my legs look long, and my butt look...well...you know. Because I loved my high heels so much (I had over 30 pairs of just heels) I wanted to wear my heels, and have my man still make me feel small and dainty, as a result, I only dated guys who were over 6'. When i tell people this now, they laugh. And you have to! My dear sweet husband is about 3 or 4 inches taller than me. But he more than makes up for his height with his immense personality, boisterous voice, and complete devotion to me, the Crazy One.

My new roomies were excited to go to our first "college parties" (and I put "college parties" in quotes, because I went to BYU-I, so according to most others' definition of a college party, those found in Rexburg, Idaho were definitely not that. And I liked that.)

At the time I was driving my little 2 dr Ford ZX2. If you dont know what that is, my best way to describe it is by saying its a poor high school girls sportscar. But as far as cool cars in my high school went, mine was much better than the old station wagon or minivan that was frequently found in the parking lot. I loved that car, stick shift will forever be dear to me thanks to that car. Since i was the only one of my roommates with a car, I drove us to the first party, which was in a small park behind a mens housing complex.

After that party was done, we realized that my car battery had died, and so we needed a jump. What a great way to start your first year of college right? As it turned out, it was the perfect way, but we will get to that story another time.

I nice guy wearing torn jeans, a plaid shirt, flip flops, and who was hopelessly short, offered to jump my car for us, but his truck was on the other side of the park, so he went jogging across to go get his truck and bring it around for us.

not long after he left, an abnormally tall korean guy who had busted some pretty sweet break dancing moves at the party offered to give us a jump, and his honda was right there next to us already. One of my roommates, Alice, who liked every guy she saw and admitted to it, flirted it up with him while the battery charged. Then we left to go to a different party, without waiting for the short guy to bring his truck around. I know, we were jerks.

Two parties, and lots of dancing later, we ended up at one of the old rundown houses next to campus that look like they've been there since the 30's. And they probably have. My feet were already aching in my new black heels, even though i had chosen something slightly lower than what i usually wore. Walking across the spotty grass to the house I noticed a short guy. I say short becasue I was shallow enough that that was the first thing I noticed about him, and had decided not to like him. As it turned out, he was annoying all on his own. He approched me and started flirting shamelessly and obviously, using this, "Im a white boy, but im still so fly" Vanilla Ice sounding voice. Irritating. But I figured hey, as long as he's here why not practice on how to lose a guy?

Apparently I sucked at that.

The whole beginning of the party Short Guy was standing between my friends and I talking about who knows what, and I remember just being so annoyed that this Short Guy was wasting my time, and scaring off any others from approaching me.

But then a REALLY cute guy walked in, Definitely the cutest one there. And as luck would have it, Short Guy apparently knew him. So the roomies and i decided to deal with Short Guy so we could try to talk to Cute Hispanic Guy. Of course, Alice went swooping in for the kill, and Short Guy went on blabbering at me. I rolled my eyes at my other roommate, T, but was surprised when I felt my phone being pulled out of my lap. More than annoyed I watched Short Guy put his number in my phone, then pass me his, and although his obnoxious persistence was grating, i couldn't help but be a little impressed at how confident he was, even though I was clearly ignoring him, My family had given me the nickname of "Ice Queen," and rightly so, I was brutal and quickly shut down any attempts to flirt with me if I wasn't interested. But this guy must have been nicknamed "Annoying Ray of Sunshine" because as much as he bothered at me first, his constant talking to me was starting to make me like him.

As soon as I started to actually WANT to flirt with him, he said he was meeting some friends to watch a movie at his place, and had to leave. But then he invited us to join him, and told us to text him for directions.

Having lost Alice to a group of loud, rowdy, boys who promised to get her back home, it was just T and me. Our first night out and we hated to admit it, but we were exhausted. We didn't want to go home until we absolutely had to though, so we texted Short Guy. When we got to his place, and came in the door, i was surprised, and completely miffed because he didn't even answer the door, just told us to come on in, we walked in, and the room is empty, except for him, sitting on one of two couches with his arm around a girl and they were both engulfed in a giant, hideous blanket. So we settled down to watch the most boring movie i have ever had the misfortune of watching, and i fell asleep within the first 20 minutes. And started snoring. Loudly.

I remember being woken up by something, not sure if I snored myself awake or T nudged me, but i looked over and could see Short Guy doing the silent laugh at me and shaking his head. Thankfully, the movie was over now, and I quickly found my shoes, my keys, and got out of there as quickly as I could. Before I fell asleep, I looked through the numbers I had gotten that night and stopped at Derek. I wondered if I should delete him, since he already seemed like a such a tool, but still wanting to keep it because as much as he bothered me, i still kind of liked him. I rationalized myself into keeping it, saying that he still had my number, so this way, if he called me, I would know who it was so i could screen his calls.

Ha. Fat chance. He called me the next day. And I answered.

First things first: what this blog is all about

This first post in the world of blogging for me is, in my opinion, not a real post! This is basically me, testing it out so that I can figure out how to make my blog look better and easier to read.

Also, why is my blogging thingy not spell checking me?? Crap, anyone who reads this can expect a lot of typos.

I decided to start a blog because my husband bought and built me a computer this past week and i decided this thing was so expensive it needs to be used for more things than just looking up recipes, googling coloring pages for the primary class I teach and occasionally playing online games with my husband.

This post is a disclaimer to all who read it: I'm not writing this for other people, I'm writing this for me (and to embarrass my children when they decide to show their grand kids what Great Grandma used to be like sometime in the future). Don't expect me to be politically correct. DO expect some nitty gritty details that will help you get the picture, but might skeeve you out a bit.

Oh hey, my spell check started working. I guess I need a grammar check too.

This blog is going to be stories about my husband and me, strating with how we first met accidentally and didnt remember each other, and continue as our lives progress, including our children (of course!), these stories wouldn't be funny with just us 2, kids are way more funny.