The green circle

So.....long time no see. I have been ill, with first a nice tummy virus (I'll spare the details) and then a lovely case of the flu (again, no details, aren't you glad?) Life is a little hectic right now, but I will try to get on a decent blog schedule. (lol, no promises) now back to it.........


After the death of Susan, life began to take on some wierd changes. The most memorable one took place on the green circle gathering area that the college I was attending. I was walking across this grassy area, on the way to Anatomy class, when I saw this guy. He had on boots, jeans, and a hat. AND he had THE most incredible blue eyes. I was staring at those blue eyes, thinking amusing thoughts to myself when suddenly, I realized those blue eyes were staring right back at me! Horrified, indignant and embarrassed, I hustled off to my Anatomy class, thinking "he was WAY too hot for me! He had to have been laughing at me". Can you IMAGINE how embarrassing?

Then a few days later, he was in the student union, and for some reason, just happened to be sitting right next to where I was playing pool. He asked me for a cigarette, saying that he always smoked when he played pool. So with me being the level headed woman that I am, I panicked and came back with "well I only smoke when I breathe" and then basicly FLUNG a cigarette at him. Smooth, huh?

Later on that week, he asked me out and by the grace of God and God only, I didn't paick and make a fool out of myself (again). On Friday, he showed up to pick me up from my mothers house, with a little plush seal holding a red rose (I still have a petal from that rose). Problem was, that my mother JUST HAPPENED to be weeding her flower beds with a 10 inch butcher knife, and my little brothers and sisters stood at the door giggling and saying "are ya gonna KISS him?". SO, what was there to do? I held up my head and walked down the sidewalk, got in the car, and promptly told him that if he tried to do anything innappropriate, I would hit him rather hard and in a not so nice place. He didnt try anything at all.

We went to a dinner theater. I wore a very nice black sequin dress (loaned from a friend) and had my hair up and all, but geesh, the forks! I am a steak and taters sort of gal, and this table had two or three forks and two or three spoons. I had no idea which fork was for what, so I had to wait on others to pick up a fork to see which one to use, and then his leg bumped into my leg. Gracefully, I came pretty close to jumping out of my seat.

I was about five minutes past curfew that night, so momma met me at the door. SHe raised her fist to hit me and I blew up. I hit my mother. Hard and then, I packed my bags and left. That was the last time she hit me.

When I was back at school the following Monday, I told him, whose name is "B" by the way, what all had happened, and instead of decided that I was a nutcase from a family of nutcases, he asked me out again!!! And thus began the love of my life, one of the greatest blessings God gave me.

I decided to plan the date this time, so I took him to the barn to ride horses. I put him on a nice little paint horse while I rode Moondancer, my hanoverian mare. I had gotten Moon for free, even though she was a dressage horse that had been shipped in from Europe. She was at a show once, and someone hit her with a crop. She went a little batty and decided that it would be cool to try and kill people, so she was put to pasture at the barn I was working at (I had stopped working at the nursing home for awhile). Her owners decided to put her down, so I offered to take her. Moon and I had a real nice fight that ended her both of us sweating and panting, then we had no more problems after that. Well, that was a nice little tangent, wasnt it? back to the story at hand......

B was on the little paint and I was on Moon. I had planned a nice easy ride, since Moon was pregnant, but the little paint had other plans. Once we got a little ways from the barn, that little paint busted the girth, threw the saddle straight up in the air, with B still in it, and ran right out from under them! The saddle landed on the ground, B landed on the saddle and Moon and I took off to catch the paint, after a quick check to make sure B was ok. At least I wasn't the one looking foolish that time!

Not so long after that, I told B that I was barren (The Dr had told me that I had been internaly damaged from the molestation and would not have children). I told him that I was not interested in marriage and any of that "stuff". He told me that I was beautiful, so naturally, I cried for hours, so hard that I had to call in sick to work. And to think, the man kept coming back for more.

During this time, my Granny fell ill with cancer. I knew she was dying so I took B to meet her. She fell in love with him instantly and as we left the room, she said "you need to marry that one". She died a week later.

We spent all our spare time together, were literally inseparable. AND then...................

I missed my period.

We were pregnant. SO, we told our parents. My mother, well, she completely blew me away.
She cried, no yelling, no fussing, just cried and hugged me. When I told her that B and I were to be married, she insisted on buying the cake and dress and doing the reception. Go figure.

His parents, well, they didn't like it so much, but they adjusted, slowly. very slowly.

We were married at B's little church. It's a little white church up on a hill. I wore a 40 dollar dress from Goody's and we invited 12 people, all family to the wedding. The reception had punch, and cake. The cake was wonderful, it was a gift from another family member and it had fresh flowers on the top. Yellow flowers to honor my gran (her favorite color was yellow) and purple flowers to honor my great grandmother who had recently died as well (her favorite color was purple). B got off work about two hours before the wedding, came home, changed clothes, married his woman and hauled me away to start a new life. lol, the next morning, he went back to work and told them he was married.


I loved being his wife from the start, though I missed my brothers and sisters to the point of crying and I was really scared about having this baby. But God does provide...........................