Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Hotter than a Pepper Sprout
Well, my sister, Barb, threw the question out there, "How did you meet your Honey?" or sweetie or whatever it was. Actually, short side-story. We only call each other "Sweeetieeeee" when we're a wee bit irritated with each other. You know that name you have for each other that you sort of drag out, with the pitch raised just a bit? When we're not mad at each other, he phones and says "hello beautiful" and I say, "hello handsome." I know, sort of nauseating but we really do.

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This is our wedding photo! 1981
Our kids think it's hysterical. It is, a bit.

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This is us last week, tired from meeting a new grandson.
Can you tell which of us was up in the night?

My sister, Barb, and I worked at the same place. She was upstairs in Personnel and I was downstairs in Engineering. She had just done the paperwork on a new engineering student who would be working through the winter school break. She phoned me and told me to watch for some drop-dead-good-looking guy to come down the hall. I waited. OH MY GOSH! I melted when I saw him. Course I acted all cool, but inside you needed a fire extinguisher....

He worked the winter break, went back to school. He came back for the summer. Our company hired him that next winter or maybe the next one. Details are not a strong suit of mine. When I met him I had a 1 1/2 year old daughter. He played handball after work, or golf. He had no children.

He got transferred to the beautiful metropolis of Washburn, North Dakota. I was in Denver, living in an apartment, raising a little girl. I sold DuPont stock to pay a phone bill, and Conoco stock to buy steaks for a weekend date. He'd phone me from the one pay phone in the town, and we'd talk til somebody showed up, on foot, to use the phone. We flew to see each other every other weekend.

During the time we were 750 miles apart, I missed him like crazy. A co-worker in the company took a full-body photo of him in his hard hat. I melted every time I looked at it. It was framed by my bed while we were apart. I thought he was hot fire good lookin'.

We knew each other for 3 or 4 years before we dated. Once we began dating, we married because we couldn't afford to date any longer, and couldn't stand being apart. "We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout", in the basement of the Washburn court house. The judge pushed his coke bottle out of the way so the photos would look better. We still can't remember if Don paid the judge anything for doing the ceremony. I hope so. We've certainly gotten our money's worth out of it. Twenty five years and going stronger than ever. The photo is still framed, next to my bed.

Note: if I'm anything, I'm real. To a fault. With blogging, we can present ourselves to be a lot of things we aren't. I'd rather have fallout than pretend to be something I'm not. I also hope to give others out there room to do the same. We were married exactly two months before my second daughter was born. (Guess I WAS able to have more children, after all!) By our second anniversary we had three children. My husband was in a state of shock for awhile, yes, he was. Did I say God had a bit of cleaning up to do with us? Course He's still doing that. Sometimes He barely has one mess cleaned up before I make another. God doesn't tell us, "get cleaned up then come see Me." Rather, Come see Me, then I'll clean you up a bit."

  posted at 10:00 PM

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