The time has come for "It Just Is" to end. anniegardner.blogspot.com has taken 4.5 years of my life and I need a change. But I feel like the blog needs closure.
So I'm going to post something I've been thinking about for a while now.
Its been over a year since my first date with Travis.
So I'm going to post something I've been thinking about for a while now.
Its been over a year since my first date with Travis.
It was hands down the best first date of my life. And while I've been reminiscing about it lately I've become well aware of how lucky and blessed I was to have met him. Not only because of how great he is but because of how weird all "gentleman suitors" prior to him were.
Lets recap:
The guy who said "and for that I am grateful." at the end of every other sentence. That wasn't the weird part, him stalking me was the weird part.
The guy who said "and for that I am grateful." at the end of every other sentence. That wasn't the weird part, him stalking me was the weird part.
When my dad left my phone number for the waiter at Olive Garden on the receipt. And he used it, a lot, and he was so whiny about his life that I could never make myself see him in person again?
The guy (age 25) who asked the question (more than once) "How many guys have you kissed? I'm just wondering what number I will be." *shudder* I thought that question was stupid even when I was young enough for it to be a normal thing to hear.
The PFDB. He has plenty of stories, but my favorite is the time there was two feet of snow on both of our cars, I helped him clean his off and then he watched me clean mine off.
The fellow that jokingly asked me to marry him after I had my mission call, when I didn't joke back and just said "No" he told me that I wasn't fulfilling my responsibility as a woman. Her first responsibility is to get married, and if no one will marry her... then she should go on a mission and try again when she gets back... :}
The kid who wanted to "kick-it" all the time. With lots of girls out of his league. Everyone who is reading this who he wanted to kick it with (and I know there are more than one) you are out of his league.
The mechanic who got my number from a family member but I never met him. He called me high maintenance because I wouldn't meet him and I was wearing bigstar jeans in a facebook picture that he had obviously studied a little too much. My jeans were 50% off at downeast thank you very much.
The dude that made the same corny jokes you expect to hear from your uncle at a family reunion...
This list really doesn't remind me that much of how blessed I am to have Travis as my husband. He reminds me of that daily.
And with the end of this list of db's comes the end of this blog.
Hopefully if I keep this motivation to keep blogging you can visit me at
http://www.somedulaney.blogspot.com



