I need to have five posts today…

because I have so much to talk about. Well, I am going to cram it all in this one post. It may get long and/or seem disjointed, but bear with me.

Sixteen years ago today, at noon, I was walking down the aisle, my Mom on the left side of me and my Dad on the right. At the end of the aisle, my high school sweetheart was waiting to take my hand in marriage. Ashley was there. She was the cutest little flowergirl ever, at age 4. After she walked down the aisle in front of me, she went into the pew to watch her mommy come down the aisle and marry the man that she knew as Daddy. We were going to be a family.

I said that he was my high school sweetheart, but it wasn’t a smooth road from high school to that day. We had our share of heartaches and heartbreaks. During one of those, I was engaged to someone else and became pregnant with that someone else’s child. About a year and a half after our wedding day, we were sitting in a little room at our county courthouse with a judge and a lawyer and maybe a social worker, putting the finishing touches on our little family. She was officially made his daughter on that day. To me, that is the most incredible thing he has ever done. He took another man’s child (a man who had come between us in the past), and accepted her as his own. She has not made it easy for him to love her, either.* There have been many times when they butt heads. I think it bothers me more than it bothers him.

He does lots of little things everyday that make my world a better place. When I get up, there is fresh coffee and he doesn’t even drink coffee. On days that I work, he will make sure that I have clean uniforms and if they are downstairs in the laundry room, he will bring them up for me. He will bring me little treats sometimes, especially when I need them. When my head really hurts, he does what ever he can to make me feel better. We have known each other for 24 years. I love you, Jason. Happy anniversary.

*As I was looking for a wedding picture to put up along with this post, I noticed that in our wedding album, there was at least one picture where Ashley had scratched out Jason’s face and scratched a heart around mine. It wasn’t blatant, you had to notice it in the right lighting, but it was obvious that it was intentional. We also have other pictures (not wedding ones) where she actually cut him out of the picture. This is the kind of thing that he has had to overlook or deal with from her. I didn’t post a picture because I couldn’t get the ones from the album to scan right and I couldn’t find any others. If I ever find our proofs, I will post them here.

It is someone else’s anniversary today, too. Well, it’s his blogiversary. Mr. Fabulous of Pointless Drivel fame, is celebrating the one year anniversary of his blog today. A lot of important things have happened to him during this past year, I am sure, but none more fabulous than the fact that he found me–his long lost sister. Really, Fab, how empty would your life be without me in it? I have said before, but I am going to say it again, Fab has done a lot for me since we have known each other. He is an amazing friend. He makes me laugh every single day. When I am sick, he sympathizes with me. When I am sad, he cheers me up. When I need someone to tell me to get my shit together and get something done, he is there then, too. Between him and my husband, I couldn’t walk a crooked line even if I were falling down drunk. Thank you, Fab. You mean the world to me. He calls himself the minion of satan, but, Fab, we will just have to agree to disagree on this one. You are much more angelic than satanic. I don’t care what you say. :P

Next up, Megan. My friend, Megan, is leavin’ on a jet plane, today. She is flying across an ocean to attend a wedding in Italy. She needs this vacation. She needs to treat herself like a jet setter. She has been stressed a lot lately and I hope that when she is there, she will find the calm that she is needing. I will miss you while you are gone, Megan. I know I haven’t been around much lately. I feel disconnected, too. I’m sorry. It’s work, it’s headaches, it’s stress. I know you understand. Have an awesome time, my friend. Be safe.

And finally, this is my last day of stalking my friend Tricia. I am so appreciative of her. Yesterday, someone posted photos on his blog that were supposedly taken at the Emmys on Sunday night of Tricia and I. Well, Tricia has my back. She has retaliated. I am sure that Mr. Fab will not be dissing us again any time soon. Thanks, Tricia. I have enjoyed being your stalker this week. Your blog thumbnail will stay up there until I find my next obsession.

I was going to post about some blog traffic things, but I will hold off until tomorrow or Sunday. This post is long and sweet and I don’t want to tarnish it by asking you guys for stuff.