#573 – Double Celebration


Today is mine and my wife’s fifteenth wedding anniversary.

We arrived at the date pretty easily. I asked her, while we were in the beginning stages of planning what was supposed to be a trip to the justice of the peace, what I could give her as a wedding present. She told me that she’d always wanted to get married on Halloween, ever since she was a little girl. I didn’t even think about it. “Done,” I said immediately. And that’s how we arrived at our wedding date.

We’re each other’s rebound relationships, hers from an unhappy first marriage and mine from the worst girlfriend I’d ever had. Neither one of us thought we were going to last, and I don’t think either of us intended for it to at first. We were both sort of licking our wounds and we were helping one another heal.

We’ve never stopped healing one another.

She is very literally the best thing that ever happened to me. She is my inspiration for wanting to fight so hard to be better and to improve myself, something I’ve spent a long time striving for and only now am I able to make some concrete moves to better our situation. She is my cheerleader, my confidant, my partner in crime. She understands me better than I understand myself most of the time and no one has ever known me better, not even my parents.

I’m very lucky to have her.

Happy anniversary, babydoll. More than there are stars.

So yesterday I told you that I was planning on spending the day studying for an anatomy & physiology entrance exam that I intended to take on Wednesday following algebra. I studied for a while and then had a dentist’s appointment, and on the way home got a wild hair to go take the exam today while I had time. So I did.

There were fifty questions on the exam, covering a wide range of topics. Passing is 70 percent.

I missed ten questions. Good for an 80. Passing.

What this means is that in a few days, hopefully as early as tomorrow, the automatic hold my college places on registration for anatomy & physiology I will be manually lifted, and I can add it to my courseload for spring.

Thanks to the anniversary and the passing score, what was initially plans for a quiet, simple dinner at home morphed into a very special night out at the local Brazilian steakhouse. We had a magnificent meal and a lovely dessert and came back home to watch our traditional Halloween movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas, just her Jack and my Sally on the couch together.

It’s been a glorious day worthy of celebration.



So today is the Fourth of July which is a really big holiday here in America in which we celebrate our forefathers’ desire for separation of church and state by spending our children’s inheritance and setting it on fire to hear the boom. This day is usually marked by rampant patriotism, copious amounts of alcohol (usually beer) and food, sales galore, and parties everywhere. It is that last item that I wish to have you focus on, as it’s what I’m going to be discussing here today, and I’d prefer that we were both on the same page, as it were.

People that have known me for a while know I’m not a big party person. I prefer small gatherings to larger ones, because larger groups are louder and it’s harder to work my way into conversation with many than it is for me to work my way into a smaller crowd.

But today, I not only went to a party where there were easily 20 people, but I was looking forward to it, and had a great time. I wasn’t anxious about the day, I didn’t feel left out like I tend to do in larger groups, and there were lots of people there that I knew as well as people I’d never met before. I socialized, I watched a game I’d never heard of called Timeline – interesting premise, you have cards that each represent an event at some point in history, and using a seed card, your job is to guess where in the timeline your cards will fall; the game starts out easy but gets more and more difficult as the timespans between cards narrows significantly – and I ate some great food. I got a chance to visit a while with many of my friends and the only reason I think we left when we did was because my wife wasn’t feeling very well, and both of us were quite tired. (I got up this morning about quarter of five to go to the restroom and suddenly felt very dizzy and lightheaded. I went to check my blood sugar and it was perfectly normal, so I checked my blood pressure on a whim and got back a reading of 99/63. I woke my wife to let her know what was going on and took it again a few minutes later, and this time it was 86/54. I normally have high blood pressure that’s controlled using six different medications, so something this low was alarming for me. I went to the ER and was diagnosed with dehydration and given a bag of saline for my trouble. Neither one of us managed to get back to sleep before the party.)

We said our farewells and excused ourselves, and headed home for a nap and to prepare for an evening of ignoring everyone that was illegally lighting fireworks in city limits.

Seventeen Years Ago …


Today is a special day. Seventeen years ago today I met these two girls. One of them took an immediate fancy to me, and the feeling was mutual. The other was her friend, and I thought she was nice. Before the weekend was over I had both of their numbers, each for a different reason.

The mutual attraction wound up being a fling, but the friend and I started hitting it off as she was going through a rough spot in her marriage, and making the decision to end it. Since I didn’t know him, I offered her an objective ear while she vented about the troubles she was having. It wasn’t long before we were on the phone talking for hours at a time. We lived three hours away from one another, so there wasn’t much of an opportunity for face to face time over coffee, but we did talk about pretty much everything. Before we knew it, there was a mutual attraction growing there as well. Her divorce went through, and eventually we made the decision to try dating, and that led to a months-long series of three hour trips between towns on the weekends. That in turn led to us moving in together.

She was always very clear that she didn’t want to get married again, but eventually she changed her mind on that. I asked her to marry me in front of 400 people and the rest, as they say, is history.

Today is the seventeenth anniversary of the day I met the woman that would become my wife. It’s been a bumpy road in places, but I cannot imagine spending the last seventeen years of my life – and all the rest to come – without her by my side.

I love you dearly, Stacy, more than there are stars – and until they all go out.

May 6, 2015: Three Good Things


1. I made an initial appointment with both a new therapist and a new primary care physician.

2. My birthday is May 14th. To celebrate, starting on May 4th, my wife and I started watching each movie in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, one a night, in order of release, building up to going to see Avengers: Age of Ultron on my birthday. Tonight was Iron Man 2, and I had forgotten how much fun that movie was. It was also the first time I had watched both Iron Man and Iron Man 2 in close proximity to one another, and I could much more easily compare the performances of Terrence Howard and Don Cheadle as Rhodey. Me personally, I’m a Cheadle fan.

3. This is the biggie. For the first time in over five months, I accomplished every single item on my daily checklist. I’ve missed being this productive, this active, and this accountable.