While I'm away, the kids will play

Last weekend I worked the home show.  Saturday, this is what the girls did:

Photos and video edit by R

 

It happened 17 years ago

17 years ago tomorrow, Sean & I got married.  That's right.  We've been together 20 years & married 17.

I'm not going to lie to you & say these were the best 17 years of my life and Sean is the greatest thing since cheese cake.  Because, let's face it.  We're human.  And life & humans are not perfect.

I've loved him to death.

I've hated him to death.

And I'm sure those feelings are mutual.

We've had our ups and we've had our downs and through it all we raised 3 beautiful girls and managed not to put each other in the hospital!

We had a simple ceremony on top of South Mountain in Phoenix.  All my family were back east in Massachusetts, New York & Florida, so only Sean's mom (Novella), her boyfriend Phil and Sean's sister, Shannon (with her 2 children) attended.

Novella, made my dress, bouquet and head wrap.  And a co-worker of Sean's was kind enough to take pictures.

It was my perfect wedding.  Simple and a little different.  I only wished my family could've been there.

Stay tuned for tomorrow's post.  I will tell you how we met.  

All I can say is it was not your typical meeting!

Thinking

I could really go for some Chinese take-out & a beer.

My other husband. The rest of the story

Some of you may have read my Tweet the other day about an elderly woman at the home show who thought I was Levi's wife.  Which in of itself is funny.  But there was a bit more to the story.

So I thought I'd share.

As Levi was helping the elderly couple, I was with some other customers.  When I finished up with them, I went over to the table where Levi was looking at designs with them.  Mrs. then asked me if I was the bride to this operation.  Not really getting what she meant, I told her that I do all the design work for the catalog & website.

We then proceeded to talk of other things while Levi was telling Mr. that he fabricated all the display pieces.

I then left Mrs. & went to help out another customer.  As the elderly couple were leaving, I heard Mrs. say something about Levi's wife.  So after my customer left, I asked him about it.

What Mrs. said was; "You and your wife are going to have some really talented children!"

I nearly pissed my pants I was laughing so hard.

And to top it all off, Levi said he didn't have the heart to correct her!!

I'm quite flattered, though, that she thought I was young enough to be married to him.  {He's 28, I'm 42 31}

But then, she could've thought  he was old enough to be married to me!!  Which is highly doubtful.  Levi looks like he's 19.

Or maybe she thought I was an older woman with a much younger guy.

Either way, it was a good laugh for the day.

Besides, I do have some talented kids.

I just have them with my "other' husband!

A totally blond moment

This morning {after I worked on a design for Allied Gate!  Yeah!  Work!!} I ran to Wal-Mart for toilet paper, hair color, KY, whipped cream a few things.  When I got to the check out I opened my wallet to get my debit card.  

IT WASN'T THERE!!

I kinda freaked wondering where the hell could it be?  I had it at my desk earlier this morning when I paid my phone bill, and I was pretty sure I put it back in my wallet.

So, I call Roo {who was home from school because she is a big baby had a fever} to check my desk to see if it was there. 

Nothing.

Nada.

Zip.

Good thing the toothless guy in line behind me wasn't in a hurry.  I honestly think he was just really, really, really happy someone was talking to him.

Even if it was just to say she was sorry for being such an air headed bimbo.

But Wal-Mart still takes a check & thank goodness I had some of those with me.  I get home & double check my desk for my card.  Because I can never believe my kids have looked for something very hard.  

Even if they truly did.  

They can never look for it the way I would look for it.  

I blame my mother for that bit of irrational thinking.

I double check my wallet & purse again, pulling everything out.  Still no card.  By now I'm just totally confused as to where that damn thing could be!  I step back to think, put my hand in my pockets of my hoodie and GUESS WHAT?

Yup.  There was my debit card.

In my pocket.

THE WHOLE TIME!!!

I don't even remember putting it there!

It's my kids fault I'm so blond senile.