A Conundrum

It seems that #2 has a conundrum of sorts on his hands.

Call it a quandary if you will.

As many of you know, #2 is the marrying sort.

He has decided that with the right amount of cash ($100) and a vehicle of sorts (preferably a motorcycle) he will be ready, willing, and able to take a wife.

While he has not procured either of these "necessities" as of yet, he has been contemplating his marital status quite seriously as of late.

Possibly, yesterday's trip to the park with his betrothed and her younger sister (as well as interest from a princess he heard about in bloggy land) got him to thinking about the future, which is why he was so inclined to inform me yesterday evening that he was going to have to take 3 (his original betrothed, her sister, and our bloggy land friend) wives, "or maybe even more than that."

Apparently, he has "so many grils that wants to marry him" that there is no way he could possibly chose only one "because then some of the princesses will be sad."

I know, he's a selfless sweet heart isn't he?

I informed him, as any good mother should, that taking multiple wives was a huge responsibility (in addition to being illegal), and he might want to fully consider the repercussions of such actions before making a commitment of that magnitude.

He assured me that he "could drive every one of them to school, to the grocery store, and to other places" and that he would certainly have room for all of them in the White House, since he "will be the president like Oak Obama" (way to dream big, baby).

I remained skeptical, and brought up the fact that he might have a difficult time ensuring that all of his wives got just what they needed from him since he would possibly be stretched for time (the president is a busy man).

My dear-think-of-everything-love-guru-son shared with me that "it'll be okay because marriage is about teamwork."

I know! He's a freakin' genius, right?!

How is it that a four year old can already hold the key to marital bliss in his barbecue sauced hands when grown ups struggle daily to understand this tidbit?

Pretty amazing.

Although I am not normally a supporter of such, I am largely convinced that he could pull off polygamy without a hitch.

It's all about the right attitude (and teamwork), really.

But in all seriousness, he really is genuinely concerned about the whole situation.

He just wants the princesses to be happy and he believes that he will only be to please them if he allows all of them to be his brides.

I know, baby. It's hard out there for a pimp.

6 years in the Making

This weekend Hubby and I will celebrate our 6th wedding anniversary.

We don't have any special plans, but I don't think we need any.

We know why this day is special, so we don't really need a fancy dinner or a weekend away to celebrate (not that it wouldn't be nice).

But we are taking the dudes to Hershey Park today. Woohoo!

And, our marriage is a lot about our dudes (not entirely, but a lot).

#1 was actually at our wedding (not sure how I'm going to explain that).

He was looking all cute, and chubby, and baby like.


And, you know. The more I look at all of these wedding pictures, the less happy I am with my wedding photographer. Guess it's my more critical eye, because I recall being very pleased with his work when I first got these.

But, I did love my dress.

As a matter of fact, I still have that thing.

Very nicely preserved in a coffin box (sorry, but the box really does look like a coffin).

I didn't know what to do with it at the time, and silly me, I thought I'd have a daughter to pawn it off on one day. Not that I would have made her wear it, but I just had visions of her playing in it at least.

I guess it's just attic junk, now.

There's no way any of my sons will be wearing it (even if they want to, it's not an option), and I'd die before I would be one of those mother-in-laws-to-be that tried to force my old crap onto my daughter-in-law-to-be.

So, now it's just something I trip over a couple of times a year while moving the Cristmas stuff in and out of the attic.

But, it sure was cute.

Not that it prevented me from looking a bit like Miss Piggy on her wedding day.

But, you know, it did the trick:)

About Us

BFF, blogger stalker extraordinaire, has taught me a few things about blogging.

1. No matter what you look like, never post a picture of yourself b/c it totally opens you up to being hated on by various people.

2. Cussing is OK. Even if you wouldn't necessarily do it in person, knowing how to effectively drop an f-bomb goes a long way in blogger world.

3. It helps if you have a niche. You know, single dad, mom of multiples, some rare illness, genius kid, envied career. The kind of things I don't have that causes people to be interested in you.

4. And, lastly: background info. Apparently, career blogger stalkers like to know the who, what, where, how, and why behind you and your blog. They wanna know how you got to be who you are today. I guess it helps them obsess over you more because they either grow to love you and long to read more about you, or they grow to hate you and long to read more about you as they silently wait to read the post in which you finally get what you deserve.

So, BFF, although you know all of the boring and unspeical details, this one's for you:)

I ramble on endlessly about the dudes but I rarely touch on my partner in procreation, Hubby. So, I'll give you the boring sweet story about us. Please don't get too excited, there will be no steamy love scenes. There will be little romance. But, there is a happy ending.

Let's start with how we met. It was at an Orange County, Ca university when I was 18 and he was 20. We did not like each other. I was still dating my high school sweet heart(HS), and he was dating some totally uncool, fat, slut(UFS).

Hubby and I became friends through mutual friends and hung out for awhile before I caught HS cheating on me (bastard), and Hubby fell madly in love with me and dumped UFS.

Actually, not sure what happened to UFS, but I went away for the summer (to visit my parents who lived in Germany at the time), came back, realized hubby was kinda hot with his newly acquired shaved head and goatee, and the rest is history.

I'd say that Hubby and I have been together for 11 years. I'm pretty sure that he would say we have only been together for about 9; he's funny like that.

The strange thing about our early years together is that he always seemed to be uncertain about things. As in, not sure where he wanted it to go. But, I knew all along where we would end up. Not exactly where, because I never imagined that I would leave sunny California for the other side of the world. Let me just say that there is way more than a few great plains and a mile deep canyon separating Fredneck, Maryland from the City of Angels.

Anyway. I knew we'd wind up together in our own screwy version of happily ever after. Even though it maybe didn't seem like that when I was a knocked up, unwed, eighth grade teacher in the ghetto of Oakland, California (I fit right in!). Obviously he "did the right thing" and "made an honest woman outta me" even if I did have to plan the wedding and then invite him to it to get him to do it. And, yeah ladies, that crap does work.

Now, as we enter our sixth year of marriage, no one even knows the sordid details of our forbidden affair (which it wasn't, but that sounds really exciting). We look and act like every other family in our hood, well, sorta:).