Thursday, June 25, 2009

the tenth year of marriage....

geez, we were babies....

SO, today is the mister and my anniversary. ten years. i have to admit i really don't remember a time before the mister and yet our time together doesn't feel like ten years. it's hard to believe how far we've come, having three children, health scares, moves and during all this time never once did we say an unkind word to one another. yes, we've had our disagreements, but never a mean thing has passed between us. i pride myself with that.

how it all began:
this is the point i'm sure will bore you if your names are not jane or the mister. so feel free to skip if you'd like. but for me, i'd like a little field trip down memory lane.

jane's version:
the year i met the mister was the year peter murphy came to town. who, you ask? yeah, that's exactly what my friends said back then too. apparently i was the only one who knew of the '80's goth king and i desperately wanted to go to his concert. but no one else did and since it was a concert where a lot of weirdo's were most likely to attend (you know, because in some crazy people's minds gothic=vampires and stupid stuff like that) i really didn't feel comfortable going by myself. i couldn't find anyone to go with me, and ended up being REALLY bitter missing his show. the friday after the show, i ended up going to a university church dance that was held every friday with a girlfriend of mine. when i walked in, i saw a guy wearing a peter murphy concert t-shirt where i abruptly attacked him by jumping on his back. i freaked out on him about how he went to the concert and how i was sooooo jealous and yada yada (stupid girl ramblings). i then walked away and went to dance with my friend. while we were dancing my friend said to me, "wow, he was really cute. you should ask him to dance." my response, "was he? no, i'm not going to dance with him." and the rest of the night was pathetic. (like most church singles dances end up being)
the next day i went on a road trip with that same friend to the woods to hang and hike. the whole dang time we were together she would not leave me alone. "so, you didn't think he was cute?", "why don't you just ask him to dance?", "you're going to ask him next week, right?", "just ask him, it's not a big deal." i finally had to give in. she was annoying the hell out of me and i just had to get her to shut up. the only problem with giving in, was that i actually had to ask this guy to dance, which i really didn't want to do. crap. so the following saturday i sucked it up and asked the stupid guy to dance. only it turned out, he wasn't really stupid. and he was kind of cute once you got passed the bad blue hair job. and then we started talking, and talking some more and then we noticed that the song was over and that no one else was dancing and that they were actually starting to say the closing prayer. uh, what? that has never happened to ME before. i said my goodbyes and walked to my friend and the first thing i said to her was " Wow, he's knocked me off my feet. i'm going to marry that guy." my friend only smiled. 3 months later, we were engaged.

the mister's version: (actually written by the infamous mister)

Bauhaus (Peter Murphy's old band) was going to be coming to town, and I had thought about going, but decided not to because I didn't have a real job or much money. The night of the concert I heard it mentioned on the radio again, and suddenly had this weird urge to just go, no matter what. For those of you familiar with such things it honestly felt like a spiritual prompting, but I wasn't sure why God would be telling me to go spend what little money I had to go see a reunion tour of an old Goth band. I decided to go with it anyhow, and headed out to the concert. It turned out I didn't have enough money for both a concert tee and a ticket, so I climbed a tree to watch and listen over the back fence instead and thought I'd buy a shirt later. From the tree I saw this girl, pacing around a pay phone, occasionally making calls and looking and sounding upset. I climbed down and asked her if she needed help. She was trying to find someone to give her a ride home, but couldn't get a hold of anyone who could and was now out of money to make any more calls. So I let her borrow a couple bucks in change til she finally found someone to come and get her. At this point the concert was almost over so I went to go buy a shirt, and it turns out I was now $4 short and now I wouldn't have had enough money anyhow. Pay phone girl had heard my conversation with the shirt vendor (which was yelled through the fence as he was INSIDE the concert venue), so she felt kinda bad and then offered to help me BEG for change. I'd never really begged for anything, but apparently she was a pro and once concert goers started streaming out we had the money in about ten minutes. So I got the shirt, wore it to the dance the next night, and I get almost knocked to the ground when this super-skinny blond girl jumps on me squealing about how lucky I was to go, and how she didn't get to. I'd noticed her a couple times before but she always seemed to be with this other guy who seemed boyfriendishly touchy feely so I hadn't approached her before. When she asked me to dance the next week, I found out he wasn't and yeah, we talked A LOT. It was like we skipped through that awkward getting to know each other phase in less than one dance, and moved right on to being totally comfortable talking about absolutely whatever with each other non-stop like we'd been friends forever. It was awesome! Though admittedly it did take me a couple more months to figure out that I wanted to marry her, and almost another month before I KNEW we would.
(what the mister failed to mention, was that he really had a harem of women and that he had to figure out that he was supposed to marry me, and then find a way to get rid of all the harem without them seeking revenge...)

i love our story. it's insanely silly. happy anniversary mister. you're the love of my life, my soul mate, my eternal companion. here's to another freaking crazy 10 years!

we're looking a bit better....