Today I have been married to Aron for 10 years. We met on July 20, 1995. My friend from work, Anita, was dating Aron’s friend Dave. Aron’s car was in the shop so he was crashing at Dave’s so he could get a ride to work in the morning. I was hanging out at Dave’s with a guy I was seeing non-seriously. He was a jerk, as I had a tendency to date before I met Aron.
Aron was double-dipping his chip in salsa and I gave him s**t about it. I was a big TV watcher (shocker!) and was proud of my Seinfeld reference. He looked at me like I was the supreme b**** of the universe (still does! Just kidding!) and basically ignored me. I didn’t know he didn’t own a TV (and he didn’t the whole 3 years we dated)!
A couple of nights later a bunch of people were going out for Dave’s birthday. Aron and I flirted some, but mostly tried to pretend to ignore each other. Later we split into groups somehow and I got into the group without Aron. He got to go to a dance club and I got to sit in ANOTHER bar listening to some married total schmoe ramble on.
At the end of the night we all took a limo to a hotel. Aron and I sat outside talking and that’s when I found out he went to DeVry and wasn’t just a loser without a car and that he had dreams for his life. Soon 8 or 10 people crammed into one tiny hotel room for the night. Aron and I ended up sleeping on the floor next to each other. I got us rolled-up towels for pillows. He was a perfect gentleman.
The next morning we happened to ride together back to where my car was parked in the city, then I took him to my apartment for lunch, to his apartment to get ready for work, and then to his work as a cook. He couldn’t believe I was being so nice to him. We traded phone numbers. Later I went to his work to show him the pictures from the night before. We agreed to go out the next night dancing.
We almost didn’t connect. I was at my apartment on a Monday night waiting for him to call and say he was coming to pick me up. I had just about considered myself stood up when I decided to call him at work. He thought I was coming to pick him up (his car was in the shop, remember?). I felt so dumb, but happy to go get him.
We had a hard time finding a decent dance club that was open and settled on Perkin’s for some chow. I still tease him that he paid for dinner with a check (we were both SO broke back then!!). I actually stayed the night at his place that night (I can’t believe I was so forward!) and we didn’t even have our first kiss until the next day. Again, he was a gentleman … none of that hanky panky stuff!!!
A couple of weeks later I told him I loved him, and he told me the next day after we saw A Walk in the Clouds at the movie theatre. We clicked from the start, and it was always comfortable. We always said we wanted to have more than 1 kid but less than 6. We shall see.
Glock, I would marry you all over again … if we had the time!
Dave and Anita got married the same day we did.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Another Poem
One Step Further
Author Unknown
Do more than exist: LIVE
Do more than touch: FEEL
Do more than look: OBSERVE
Do more than read: ABSORB
Do more than hear: LISTEN
Do more than listen: UNDERSTAND
Do more than think: REFLECT
Do more than just talk: SAY SOMETHING
*And no, smart-asses, I am not trying to be lazy when I put others’ poems on my blog. It’s stuff I really like and think you might, too. Of course, I could be way off-base, as well. In which case, I’d rather you deem me lazy than dumb.
Author Unknown
Do more than exist: LIVE
Do more than touch: FEEL
Do more than look: OBSERVE
Do more than read: ABSORB
Do more than hear: LISTEN
Do more than listen: UNDERSTAND
Do more than think: REFLECT
Do more than just talk: SAY SOMETHING
*And no, smart-asses, I am not trying to be lazy when I put others’ poems on my blog. It’s stuff I really like and think you might, too. Of course, I could be way off-base, as well. In which case, I’d rather you deem me lazy than dumb.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Problem Solved T-shirt (Women Nags!)
I bought this T-shirt for my husband a couple of years ago. I know it is sick. I know it is wrong. Politically incorrect, perhaps. But I just love it. I got one for my step-dad, as well, seeing as how my mom and I are -- either unfortunately or fortunately -- similar.
The fact that I bought this shirt for my guy shows that I am down with the plight of the married man, or men in general. It is a Catch-22, really. Men don't listen to us, so we nag more. The more we nag, the less they listen to us.
Just for today, no nagging. Take the trash out yourself. Change the oil in your car. Pick up the dirty underwear, put it in the hamper and DON'T yell at your man later. Give it a try.
I'm laughing my ass off picturing you women actually considering taking my advice!!!!!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
American Family Insurance
I recently got a survey in the mail from my insurance company. They “commissioned” J.D. Power and Associates (wooo … I’m impressed) to conduct a nationwide survey.
They want me to take the time to answer about 50 questions about my service, the value, any recent claims, billing and the usual stuff like how much school I completed, how much money our household makes, how many times I poop in a day and what color it is, etc.
I hate this crap. One question says, “Please let us know if we may share your name and specific responses with your agent.” What is this, high school? Should I talk behind his back or let him know through a third party that I think he’s cute, but that he needs some Clearasil?
I didn’t take the survey but wrote this note, attached it to the survey, and mailed it off:
“Instead of having each agent check in on their own customers personally, you have chosen to waste money on a huge market research firm. I wish you had just given us all a discount instead of hiring J.D. Power and Associates. Then you would DEFINITELY have a near-100% satisfaction rate! How can I rate my overall experience with your company when I consider insurance to be merely a necessary evil?”
And you can’t even blame this rant on my period because I haven’t had one in a year and a half, so there.
They want me to take the time to answer about 50 questions about my service, the value, any recent claims, billing and the usual stuff like how much school I completed, how much money our household makes, how many times I poop in a day and what color it is, etc.
I hate this crap. One question says, “Please let us know if we may share your name and specific responses with your agent.” What is this, high school? Should I talk behind his back or let him know through a third party that I think he’s cute, but that he needs some Clearasil?
I didn’t take the survey but wrote this note, attached it to the survey, and mailed it off:
“Instead of having each agent check in on their own customers personally, you have chosen to waste money on a huge market research firm. I wish you had just given us all a discount instead of hiring J.D. Power and Associates. Then you would DEFINITELY have a near-100% satisfaction rate! How can I rate my overall experience with your company when I consider insurance to be merely a necessary evil?”
And you can’t even blame this rant on my period because I haven’t had one in a year and a half, so there.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Freaky #5: Natural Family Planning
Aron was a lifetime Catholic (with a few lapses!), and felt strongly about us not using artificial birth control (the Pill, condoms, shots, etc.) once we got married. Since our marriage prep classes were sorely lacking in info, I tearfully set out on my own to figure out how NOT to get pregnant on my wedding night.
It took the INTERNET, folks, for me to find out about something called Natural Family Planning. I was intrigued, and we attended classes at a hospital to find out more.
It was a lot of information, and we don’t even use the method where I would have to take my temperature every morning at the same time and graph it, and then put on my scientist hat and analyze the data. I won’t go into detail here … you can check it out for yourself using my link off to the right of this page (if you're reading this on Facebook, go to thekerrieshow.blogspot.com first).
I am so angry that the Catholic Church doesn’t want Catholics using ARTIFICIAL birth control, yet they don’t try very hard to teach any other way besides using NOTHING or that damn Rhythm Method (don’t get me started). There was some local hoo-ha a while back about whether Catholic premarital counseling should include teaching NFP. I say absolutely. How do you expect someone to do something your way if you don’t even clue them in on how it works?
I dig it because it’s free and I’m not putting chemicals into my body. At a monthly co-pay of $10, I’ve saved $1200 in the last 10 years by not taking the Pill. And in case you hadn’t noticed, Callie and Eva are about 3 years apart instead of my usual 2, so NFP DOES work to AVOID pregnancy.
I’m just here to inform, People, not judge. Except when I do product and book reviews. Then there’s all kinds of judging goin’ on.
It took the INTERNET, folks, for me to find out about something called Natural Family Planning. I was intrigued, and we attended classes at a hospital to find out more.
It was a lot of information, and we don’t even use the method where I would have to take my temperature every morning at the same time and graph it, and then put on my scientist hat and analyze the data. I won’t go into detail here … you can check it out for yourself using my link off to the right of this page (if you're reading this on Facebook, go to thekerrieshow.blogspot.com first).
I am so angry that the Catholic Church doesn’t want Catholics using ARTIFICIAL birth control, yet they don’t try very hard to teach any other way besides using NOTHING or that damn Rhythm Method (don’t get me started). There was some local hoo-ha a while back about whether Catholic premarital counseling should include teaching NFP. I say absolutely. How do you expect someone to do something your way if you don’t even clue them in on how it works?
I dig it because it’s free and I’m not putting chemicals into my body. At a monthly co-pay of $10, I’ve saved $1200 in the last 10 years by not taking the Pill. And in case you hadn’t noticed, Callie and Eva are about 3 years apart instead of my usual 2, so NFP DOES work to AVOID pregnancy.
I’m just here to inform, People, not judge. Except when I do product and book reviews. Then there’s all kinds of judging goin’ on.
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