Friday, August 29, 2008

Here We Go Again

No time to blog. I'm in a hurry to go buy more Spaghetti'os!!!!!!!! Gustav is coming!!!!

Actually, we're going to Tyler for Labor Day weekend and will be staying with Rick's family. We haven't evacuated but we are packing a few extra clothes. Hope it's all for nothing.

Grocery store, canned food aisle, here I come.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

You are Cordially Invited To....

Who is this couple with stars in their eyes? Hmmmmm, if I look really closely I can kind of recognize them! Yes, Rick and I celebrated our 20th anniversary on Wed. Aug. 20th. We had a busy day, followed by a dinner at a restaurant that seemed really loud with bad service (good food though!) and we were going to go out to a movie (he was going to see Mamma Mia with me) but we were too tired. We went home and I fell asleep before I finished my Starbucks coffee. Yup, sounds like an old married couple to me!!!

I look at our photos, and think back to August 20th, 1988 and realized that I had no idea what being married was really all about. We had never lived with each other and I had never shared a bed or a bank account with anyone before. How did we know we would stay together forever! After the first googly-eyed, lovey dovey month, and reality of sharing everything every day, I thought I had made a big mistake. Really, I did. Yes, Rick knows!!! :)

Month after month, year after year, baby after baby, etc. and here we are 2 decades later. When it comes to weddings, I think we have it all wrong. We should have some small official ceremony with no one but God and a minister or justice of the peace and then, IF you make it to 20 years or more, THEN you have the big wedding, with the big party and all of your friends and family that have helped you stay married for so long.

Really think about it. I look at our wedding party photo and realize that there are only 3 people in the photo that we keep in touch with on a weekly basis and one of them is my sister! There are 4 people that we haven't seen or talked to in at least 12 years or more. It doesn't mean that these people weren't important to us then and now but hardly any of them had an impact on our marriage. Thankfully, we picked our matron of honor and best man correctly. Thanks, Cindy and Andy, for all you've done to support us, our marriage and our family through ALLLLLLL of the rough spots. We love you guys!

If we were to get married again (yes, to each other) I would really KNOW what it means to take those vows and stick to them. I would have first hand knowledge of loving and cherishing, having and holding, in sickness and health. Saying "I Do" is something I try to practice every day, like when we have a disagreement and I choose not to call Rick the bad word that floats around inside my head. It means putting our marriage first, before my pride, or my desire to be right. This is what true love really is to me.

Our new wedding party photo: I would have people around that lift us up, love us in spite of our flaws and are true friends and family. These are the people who listen to me when I cry about my children's problems and then trust enough to have Lauren and Josh babysit their precious babies. Or how about the friends that cooked us meals and called to check up on me when I had my recent surgery. Or the ones that stay in children's choir with me because they know I'd be lost without them. How about the friends that cry or laugh with me when I need to, understand when I'm too upset or busy to return phone calls and are willing to meet me at Starbucks whereever and whenever. What about the friends and family that pray for and support us during these difficult times with my parents. They continue to pick up the phone and listen to me yell and froth at the mouth for the 100th time, in spite of the fact that they have caller ID!

Would I wear white at our wedding - hmmmm. While a comfy pair of Chico's jeans, my favorite shirt and bare feet seem perfect, I know that God washes away my sins and makes me like new. So, yea, I could wear white. Would I make my bridesmaids wear green dresses with green pantyhose (yes, they were a SHEER green, that was the trend then, okay?!!!), Heck no! Rick in a tux, I think not. He can wear whatever he wants (well, almost). I'd just make sure he had a better hair cut than he had 20 years ago. Oh, and short, clean fingernails.

Our reception - it would be one heck of a party. Hey, after all we've survived, we deserve it. Plus, anyone who has been our friends and close family through our Rainey kind of days deserves an open bar!! No ice sculptures or receiving lines, just lots of good food, funny stories, I'm sure there would be an impression or two from old Ricky Poo, hugs, a few tears, great music, singing and dancing. Maybe that's what it will take to get Rick to take dancing lessons with me!!

Last but not least, what about the honeymoon? Tropical, baby!! Somewhere with warm water, a cool breeze, delicious food, pina coladas, spa services but no service for cell phones or blackberries (ah hem - this is addressed to you, Mr. Rainey). And no, I would not be falling asleep by 9:30!!!!

Rick, I love you and can't make it through a single day without you. Here's to the next 20 years, my dear.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Anyone Need a Few Dozen Cans of Spagetti-O's?


So, we're hunkering down in our house from the effects of Tropical Storm Edouard!!! Actually, Lauren or Josh's whirling dervish behavior has more effect on us than this storm has. We've had a good amount of rain, but we've needed it desperately. There's been hardly any wind, no lightening, no thunder, no tornadoes and so, as Martha Stewart says, "It's a good thing".

Starting Sunday night, the 3 main Houston TV channels have bombarded us with what to expect for the upcoming storm. Everyone started gathering their batteries, canned food, drinking water and filling up their cars with gas in preparation. In fact, Rick and I filled up our cars on Sunday night around midnight because we knew there would be a mad dash as the gas pumps on Monday morning. People here have a touch of post traumatic stress disorder when it comes to storms in the Gulf of Mexico. First we had Hurricane Katrena back in 2005, which didn't hit Houston but had a huge impact as thousands of people came here after the storm hit New Orleans. Then, just a few weeks after that, Hurricane Rita was heading straight for Houston. We evacuated because Rick had to be in a place that had power so he could continue to do his public relations and emergency management thing for his company. I remember driving in the middle of the night to my mother-in-law's home in Tyler (usually a 3.5 hour drive, took us over 6) and listening to the radio coverage of the storm. At one point the storm was so strong it would have been a category 7 if the scale went that high. Fortunately, it did lose strength before making landfall to the east of Houston, so the city had hardly any damage at all.

So, now we've had another storm that people prepared for and there's been hardly a gust of wind. It was funny watching the news this morning because you see reporters doing live shots from outside, trying to make a bigger deal of the storm than there actually was. At one point, one guy talked about being in a torrential downpour but he must have forgotten that he was outside and we could easily see that it was barely raining. I know, I know - that's the only stories they prepared for and had 8 hours of coverage to fill!! With Rick having been in the TV reporting business years ago, he watched all of this coverage with a giant smirk on his face. Yup, his sarcasm was in rare form before he stopped himself, knowing that his audience of one (that would be me) was not amused!

It does kind of make me feel silly to prepare, buy canned goods that we don't normally buy (I only bought 3 cans of spaghetti-O's, not dozens, but they're already gone), get the flash lights ready, etc. to just have a nice, gentle rain for most of the day. Most people stayed home from work, many businesses closed for the day and I would bet that there are a few gas stations that have been pumped dry. It feels like the meteorologists' reports, exacerbated by the media, are crying wolf a bit, and I think that will make people less likely to respond the next time.

Maybe God sees our hectic, busy lives and thinks we all needed a day off. Who knows. Oh well, off to have dinner. Canned tuna, anyone?