I hate injustices. There is nothing that gets my goat more than unfair treatment for certain things.
You hear of the poorer man who gets sent to prison for umpteen years for a crime he didn't even commit. Then you hear of a rich guy, who can afford expensive lawyers, and they get him off on some technicality. Doesn't matter if the man is guilty or not - his 'rights' have been violated. Where is the justice in that?
Then I hear of the homeless. There are a few that choose to live that way, but a majority of them would rather not. These are smart intelligent people who held down good jobs and now because of cut backs or for whatever reasons, they are out of jobs and homes. The government can't give them welfare unless they have a home address and they can't get a home address because they don't have any money. Something is pretty screwy there.
Then what about abortions? Thousands of abortions are being performed each day on women who don't want their babies. I see hundreds of women who are trying to get pregnant and can't. They want babies so badly some have stooped to kidnapping them. Why can't the ladies that are getting pregnant just give their babies to the ones that want them.
And what about minimum wage. The standard of living jumped at least 8% and yet wages were locked in at 5%. Then there was the year they brought in the G.S.T. and P.S.T. I don't know if it was that year or the next, but they said there hadn't been any standard of living jump. Well, sure there had been - at least 14%. The more forward we move, the behinder we get. What's an extra 7% to someone who can afford it? It's the little guy that struggles.
Then there are cutbacks at jobs. You can work for a company for twenty years but does that count for anything - no. They'd rather get some new guy in that they can pay a lesser wage to so they can pad their pockets with more cash. Loyalty at a job doesn't count for anything anymore. The big shots get special bonuses and deals and even retirement options while the little guys gets zilch. After twenty years of working for the same company, this guy has age working against him. Even though they claim you can't discriminate, people want to hire younger guys. They can get them cheaper.
Then there is auto pac. What a laugh. You can get demerits for nearly everything but you have to wait years and years to get merits. Then when you finally get up to five merits, they cut you off. Why? Why shouldn't the good drivers be rewarded while the poorer drivers lose their merits.
And what about older women. What have they got out there for them? Say you have been living as a stay at home mom for the past 20 - 25 years. You have no skills and no money to upgrade. The kids are grown now and you'd like to work to bring in some extra income. What is out there for them? Supposing they wanted to leave their husbands, where could they get work to support themselves? And what if there are health problems as well. They are stuck between a rock and a hard place.
And what about Welfare. I know that they barely get enough to live on, but some have really learned to use and abuse the system. Their kids get new clothes and get to go to the circus for free while the poor shmuck toils away and can't afford such luxuries for his kids. Maybe things are different now a days but when I was younger the welfare kids lived better than we did.
There is going to be someone out there that reads this and says I've blown it all out of proportion. Well, please fill me in as I hate feeling this way about "THEM".
Have a good and just day.
Friday, March 11
Thursday, March 10
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING
I sit here at my computer day after day wanting to talk and have a good discussion but I get here and I go blank.
Years ago, when my sisters lived out of town, I could write and write. I would send them pages of writing. I would tell them everything I did from the least little thing and sometimes my letters would get about 25 pages long. Some of the sisters didn’t like the long letters while others enjoyed them and would write back pages themselves.
Now I have this thing in me that wants to write and write and write some more, but I don’t know what to say. It is laughable and heart breaking at the same time. I know I am not a good writer yet I want to write - to share. Sometimes I sit here for up to 9 hours by myself so you’d think I would have lots to share when it is time - but No. What can you share when you don’t do much of anything?
I could share that I can tell the day of the week because of when the train comes. It comes on Thursdays. I'm sure you are all so glad that I shared that bit of information with you. I could share about the weather, or junk I watched on t.v. but that is boring. I want to share Deep things, INTENSE things, things that make you say "Oh, I didn’t know that." With the computer, everyone knows everything or can find out easily enough. There isn’t a lot new you can up with.
I love a good discussion. I’ll even discuss the side I don’t believe in just to have a good discussion. My mom used to call it ‘arguing’ and we would tell her we weren’t arguing, just having a LOUD discussion. She didn’t like joining in because her views were somewhat different than ours and it would seem like we were ganging up on her. (My dad, husband, and I)
So what do I share? A lot of nothing. I can fill up pages and pages and not really say anything. Oh, I am saying something. Don’t get me wrong. But I’m not saying a lot of anything in particular. Just rambling around in cyberspace like my brain. If you see it float by, grab it for me and send it home please.
No, I don’t talk sports or politics because I don’t know much about either. I’ve given up talking about sex as well now that I am ‘older’ and wiser. I remember getting an obscene phone call many, many years ago. I’m not sure if it originally was supposed to be an obscene phone call or not. The guy who phoned was doing some sort of survey and said the phone numbers were dialled automatically so he had no idea who I was. He said he liked my voice and would I mind talking with him for awhile so he could take a break. I said sure. (I was young, what do you expect) He said I could pick the topic and he named three - sports, politics or sex. Not thinking much of it at the time I chose sex. First mistake. He started by asking very innocent type questions and I was carelessly answering them. Before too long they took a turn and I had to let him go. How foolish I was back then. I wonder if I had picked sports or politics if the conversation would have gone on normally or if at some time it still would have turned.
When I was younger and we would go visiting. The ladies had a habit of gathering in the kitchen with the children and the men sat in the living room. I would sneak out and see what the men were talking about. I found the women’s conversations boring. All they would talk about was cooking, sewing, fashions, raising kids, etc. I wanted to listen in on meatier conversations like tools, cars, and of course the dreaded sports.
So here I sit, ending another blog with not much said. Maybe I’ll get a brain storm and come up with something new and exciting next time. YEH RIGHT!
Till then, have a non boring day filled with good things to talk about.
Years ago, when my sisters lived out of town, I could write and write. I would send them pages of writing. I would tell them everything I did from the least little thing and sometimes my letters would get about 25 pages long. Some of the sisters didn’t like the long letters while others enjoyed them and would write back pages themselves.
Now I have this thing in me that wants to write and write and write some more, but I don’t know what to say. It is laughable and heart breaking at the same time. I know I am not a good writer yet I want to write - to share. Sometimes I sit here for up to 9 hours by myself so you’d think I would have lots to share when it is time - but No. What can you share when you don’t do much of anything?
I could share that I can tell the day of the week because of when the train comes. It comes on Thursdays. I'm sure you are all so glad that I shared that bit of information with you. I could share about the weather, or junk I watched on t.v. but that is boring. I want to share Deep things, INTENSE things, things that make you say "Oh, I didn’t know that." With the computer, everyone knows everything or can find out easily enough. There isn’t a lot new you can up with.
I love a good discussion. I’ll even discuss the side I don’t believe in just to have a good discussion. My mom used to call it ‘arguing’ and we would tell her we weren’t arguing, just having a LOUD discussion. She didn’t like joining in because her views were somewhat different than ours and it would seem like we were ganging up on her. (My dad, husband, and I)
So what do I share? A lot of nothing. I can fill up pages and pages and not really say anything. Oh, I am saying something. Don’t get me wrong. But I’m not saying a lot of anything in particular. Just rambling around in cyberspace like my brain. If you see it float by, grab it for me and send it home please.
No, I don’t talk sports or politics because I don’t know much about either. I’ve given up talking about sex as well now that I am ‘older’ and wiser. I remember getting an obscene phone call many, many years ago. I’m not sure if it originally was supposed to be an obscene phone call or not. The guy who phoned was doing some sort of survey and said the phone numbers were dialled automatically so he had no idea who I was. He said he liked my voice and would I mind talking with him for awhile so he could take a break. I said sure. (I was young, what do you expect) He said I could pick the topic and he named three - sports, politics or sex. Not thinking much of it at the time I chose sex. First mistake. He started by asking very innocent type questions and I was carelessly answering them. Before too long they took a turn and I had to let him go. How foolish I was back then. I wonder if I had picked sports or politics if the conversation would have gone on normally or if at some time it still would have turned.
When I was younger and we would go visiting. The ladies had a habit of gathering in the kitchen with the children and the men sat in the living room. I would sneak out and see what the men were talking about. I found the women’s conversations boring. All they would talk about was cooking, sewing, fashions, raising kids, etc. I wanted to listen in on meatier conversations like tools, cars, and of course the dreaded sports.
So here I sit, ending another blog with not much said. Maybe I’ll get a brain storm and come up with something new and exciting next time. YEH RIGHT!
Till then, have a non boring day filled with good things to talk about.
Wednesday, March 9
SURE SIGNS OF AGING
You finally reach the top of the ladder, and find it leaning against the wrong wall.
Your knees buckle and your belt won't.
You just can't stand people who are intolerant.
You burn the midnight oil after 9 p.m.
The little grey haired lady you help across the street is your wife.
Everything hurts and what doesn't hurt doesn't work.
The gleam in our eyes is from the sun striking your bifocals.
You feel like the night after and you haven't been anywhere.
Your little black book contains only names ending in M.D.
You become winded playing chess.
Your children begin to look middle aged.
You join a health club and don't attend.
You begin to outlive enthusiasm.
Your mind make contracts your body can't meet.
You know all the answers, but nobody asks you the questions.
You look forward to a dull evening.
You sit in a rocking chair and can't get it going.
You regret all those mistakes, resisting temptation.
You are 17 around the neck and 42 around the waist.
You're 42 around the waist and 96 around the golf course.
You stop looking forward to your birthday.
Long distant dialing wears you out.
Your back goes out more than you do.
A fortune teller offers to read your face.
You turn off the light for economy rather than romance.
You remember today that yesterday was your wedding anniversary.
You are addressed as "Old Timer: for the first time.
You sink your teeth into a steak and they remain there.
You get your exercise acting as pallbearer for your friends who exercised.
You have too much room in the house and too little in the medicine cabinet.
The best time of your day is over when the alarm clock goes off.
Old age is when a person notices that his shoe lace is untied and asks himself: Is there anything else I can do when I'm down there.
You know you are getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.
Somebody said, "Frequent naps will help you keep from getting old, especially if you take them while driving."
Author Unknown
Wisdom From Senior Citizens
1. I started with nothing. I still have most of it.
2. When did my wild oats turn to prunes and all bran?
3. I finally got my head together, now my body is falling apart.
4. Funny, I don't remember being absent minded.
5. All reports are in. Life is now officially unfair.
6. If all is not lost, where is it?
7. It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.
8. If at first you do succeed, try not to look astonished.
9. The first rule of holes: if you are in one, stop digging.
10. I tried to get a life once, but they told me they were out of stock.
11. I went to school to become a wit, only got halfway though.
12. It was so different before everything changed.
13. Some day's you're the dog, and some day's you're the hydrant.
14. Nostalgia isn't what it use to be.
15. Old programmers never die. They just terminate and stay resident.
16. A day without sunshine is like a day in Seattle.
17. I wish the buck stopped here! I could use a few.
18. Kids in the back seat cause accidents; accidents in the back seat cause kids.
19. It's not the pace of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end.
20. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.
21. Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a trip around the sun.
22. The only time the world beats a path to your door is if you're in the bathroom.
23. If God wanted me to touch my toes, He would have put them on my knees.
24. Never knock on death's door, ring the bell and run (he hates that).
25. Lead me not into temptation (I can find the way myself).
26. When you are finally holding all the cards, why does everyone else decide to play
chess.
27. If you are living on the edge, make sure you're wearing your seatbelt.
28. There are two kinds of pedestrians. The quick and the dead.
29. An unbreakable toy is useful for breaking other toys.
30. A closed mouth gathers no feet.
31. Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
32. Its not hard to meet expenses; they are everywhere.
33. Jury: Twelve people who determine which client has the better attorney.
34. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
Author Unknown
Have a young and vibrant day.
Your knees buckle and your belt won't.
You just can't stand people who are intolerant.
You burn the midnight oil after 9 p.m.
The little grey haired lady you help across the street is your wife.
Everything hurts and what doesn't hurt doesn't work.
The gleam in our eyes is from the sun striking your bifocals.
You feel like the night after and you haven't been anywhere.
Your little black book contains only names ending in M.D.
You become winded playing chess.
Your children begin to look middle aged.
You join a health club and don't attend.
You begin to outlive enthusiasm.
Your mind make contracts your body can't meet.
You know all the answers, but nobody asks you the questions.
You look forward to a dull evening.
You sit in a rocking chair and can't get it going.
You regret all those mistakes, resisting temptation.
You are 17 around the neck and 42 around the waist.
You're 42 around the waist and 96 around the golf course.
You stop looking forward to your birthday.
Long distant dialing wears you out.
Your back goes out more than you do.
A fortune teller offers to read your face.
You turn off the light for economy rather than romance.
You remember today that yesterday was your wedding anniversary.
You are addressed as "Old Timer: for the first time.
You sink your teeth into a steak and they remain there.
You get your exercise acting as pallbearer for your friends who exercised.
You have too much room in the house and too little in the medicine cabinet.
The best time of your day is over when the alarm clock goes off.
Old age is when a person notices that his shoe lace is untied and asks himself: Is there anything else I can do when I'm down there.
You know you are getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.
Somebody said, "Frequent naps will help you keep from getting old, especially if you take them while driving."
Author Unknown
Wisdom From Senior Citizens
1. I started with nothing. I still have most of it.
2. When did my wild oats turn to prunes and all bran?
3. I finally got my head together, now my body is falling apart.
4. Funny, I don't remember being absent minded.
5. All reports are in. Life is now officially unfair.
6. If all is not lost, where is it?
7. It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.
8. If at first you do succeed, try not to look astonished.
9. The first rule of holes: if you are in one, stop digging.
10. I tried to get a life once, but they told me they were out of stock.
11. I went to school to become a wit, only got halfway though.
12. It was so different before everything changed.
13. Some day's you're the dog, and some day's you're the hydrant.
14. Nostalgia isn't what it use to be.
15. Old programmers never die. They just terminate and stay resident.
16. A day without sunshine is like a day in Seattle.
17. I wish the buck stopped here! I could use a few.
18. Kids in the back seat cause accidents; accidents in the back seat cause kids.
19. It's not the pace of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end.
20. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.
21. Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a trip around the sun.
22. The only time the world beats a path to your door is if you're in the bathroom.
23. If God wanted me to touch my toes, He would have put them on my knees.
24. Never knock on death's door, ring the bell and run (he hates that).
25. Lead me not into temptation (I can find the way myself).
26. When you are finally holding all the cards, why does everyone else decide to play
chess.
27. If you are living on the edge, make sure you're wearing your seatbelt.
28. There are two kinds of pedestrians. The quick and the dead.
29. An unbreakable toy is useful for breaking other toys.
30. A closed mouth gathers no feet.
31. Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
32. Its not hard to meet expenses; they are everywhere.
33. Jury: Twelve people who determine which client has the better attorney.
34. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
Author Unknown
Have a young and vibrant day.
Tuesday, March 8
MY DARLING DAUGHTERS
I am so blessed! I have an excellent husband, two of the most exceptional daughters in the whole world, and a very well behaved little lion dog. Who could ask for anything more?
I've already written about my husband so I think it is time to write about my daughters.
My first daughter, Sharleen, came two years after we were married. This little bundle of joy loved her daddy right from the start. I think the first words out of her mouth were "daddy do". Daddy had to do everything for her. Only daddy was allowed to put on her snow suit. Sometimes, only daddy was allowed to change her diapers. (That part I didn't mind at all.) For awhile it was so bad that I became jealous of daddy. Here was MY daughter and she loved Daddy more. I didn't really mind a lot. I was glad to see her loving her daddy and so glad to see him loving her as well.
She was our first born and we learned how to be parents through her. No matter how tight I would put those diapers on her at night, come morning she had gotten the diaper off and proceeded to play in her own poop. She would cover her bed as well as her body from head to toe. I couldn't even find a clean spot to touch to pick her up. I don't know how many mornings I woke up to that mess but eventually it ended.
Sharleen was a very strong willed child. If you told her not to touch something - she just HAD to touch it. We had to baby proof our house from top to bottom as there was nothing she couldn't get at. We knew we had to break her will but not her spirit. It was hard and we made a lot of mistakes and were even cruel at some times but we learned and she survived. She is still strong willed but that has turned into self-reliance and independence.
In Sharleen's teen years, the two of us became good friends. She has turned out to be a beautiful women with a handsome husband. I am so proud to have her as my daughter and my friend.
My second daughter, Angela, came after a miscarriage and a still birth, six years after Sharleen. She is the baby.
Now I don't know if we just learned how to be better parents with Angela or if she just had such a different disposition than Sharleen. We never had to baby proof anything with Angela. If you said "Don't touch" she didn't touch. She would get up in the mornings and watch cartoons and I could sleep in if I wanted to as she never got into anything.
She had a very strong consciences even from young. If she told a lie, I would say "Truth?" and she would tell me the truth. If she wouldn't then, she would come and tell me the truth before she went to bed at night. She would just feel so guilty about it. To this day I know I can believe what she tells me as she cannot lie easily.
Angela loves music of all kinds. By the time she was about three years old she knew hundreds of songs already. She would love to sit on my lap and sing. Her favorite expression was "What I sing mom, what I sing?" She can hear a song played maybe once or twice and can remember the words and tune to it. She is like a song magnet.
In elementary school Angela was one of the most popular girls in her school. Then they had to change schools for junior high and she became the school joke. Every one picked on her. It really affected her a lot, although her good grades never faltered. She ended up with very low self esteem and a lot of heart ache.
Over the years, Angela and I also became good friends. She turned into a beautiful woman and one I am so proud to have as a daughter and friend.
There is so much more I would love to say about my darling daughters but time and space do not allow. I am more than thankful for the two of them. They have made my life a joy worth living. They have blessed me beyond measure. They brought two GREAT son-in-laws into my life and they continue to be my friends. I am SO VERY PROUD of them both and what they have made of their lives. There isn't a thing I would change except to maybe have them closer to each other as sisters. I love them both with not only a mother's heart but also the heart of a dear friend.
Have a blessed day.
I've already written about my husband so I think it is time to write about my daughters.
My first daughter, Sharleen, came two years after we were married. This little bundle of joy loved her daddy right from the start. I think the first words out of her mouth were "daddy do". Daddy had to do everything for her. Only daddy was allowed to put on her snow suit. Sometimes, only daddy was allowed to change her diapers. (That part I didn't mind at all.) For awhile it was so bad that I became jealous of daddy. Here was MY daughter and she loved Daddy more. I didn't really mind a lot. I was glad to see her loving her daddy and so glad to see him loving her as well.
She was our first born and we learned how to be parents through her. No matter how tight I would put those diapers on her at night, come morning she had gotten the diaper off and proceeded to play in her own poop. She would cover her bed as well as her body from head to toe. I couldn't even find a clean spot to touch to pick her up. I don't know how many mornings I woke up to that mess but eventually it ended.
Sharleen was a very strong willed child. If you told her not to touch something - she just HAD to touch it. We had to baby proof our house from top to bottom as there was nothing she couldn't get at. We knew we had to break her will but not her spirit. It was hard and we made a lot of mistakes and were even cruel at some times but we learned and she survived. She is still strong willed but that has turned into self-reliance and independence.
In Sharleen's teen years, the two of us became good friends. She has turned out to be a beautiful women with a handsome husband. I am so proud to have her as my daughter and my friend.
My second daughter, Angela, came after a miscarriage and a still birth, six years after Sharleen. She is the baby.
Now I don't know if we just learned how to be better parents with Angela or if she just had such a different disposition than Sharleen. We never had to baby proof anything with Angela. If you said "Don't touch" she didn't touch. She would get up in the mornings and watch cartoons and I could sleep in if I wanted to as she never got into anything.
She had a very strong consciences even from young. If she told a lie, I would say "Truth?" and she would tell me the truth. If she wouldn't then, she would come and tell me the truth before she went to bed at night. She would just feel so guilty about it. To this day I know I can believe what she tells me as she cannot lie easily.
Angela loves music of all kinds. By the time she was about three years old she knew hundreds of songs already. She would love to sit on my lap and sing. Her favorite expression was "What I sing mom, what I sing?" She can hear a song played maybe once or twice and can remember the words and tune to it. She is like a song magnet.
In elementary school Angela was one of the most popular girls in her school. Then they had to change schools for junior high and she became the school joke. Every one picked on her. It really affected her a lot, although her good grades never faltered. She ended up with very low self esteem and a lot of heart ache.
Over the years, Angela and I also became good friends. She turned into a beautiful woman and one I am so proud to have as a daughter and friend.
There is so much more I would love to say about my darling daughters but time and space do not allow. I am more than thankful for the two of them. They have made my life a joy worth living. They have blessed me beyond measure. They brought two GREAT son-in-laws into my life and they continue to be my friends. I am SO VERY PROUD of them both and what they have made of their lives. There isn't a thing I would change except to maybe have them closer to each other as sisters. I love them both with not only a mother's heart but also the heart of a dear friend.
Have a blessed day.
Monday, March 7
35th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
I met my husband when I was 16 years old, through a friend. I was sitting at home one night when I got a phone call. Mary was asking me over to play cards as she had a bunch of guys over and needed some girls. I didn't live far so I agreed to go. That night I met Val, my future husband, and I didn't really like him. All he was doing was bragging about the big drunk he had been on. I thought he was a young punk that got a hold of some alcohol and thought he was a big man. Later I found out he had just turned 21 and it was his first big drinking episode.
As a group we went midnight bowling a few times and one night we had a party at my house. I had this old badge on that I had been wearing. It said "Kiss me you Fool." I didn't think anything of it. All of a sudden Val and this other guy had me cornered and the next thing I knew Val was kissing me. I was shocked and confused. Suddenly it dawned on me what had happened and I went running upstairs yelling "Oh no." I was so embarrassed. I didn't want to rejoin the party as I thought that they would think that I was wearing the badge on purpose. (Of course they all do to this day). I finally had to lay down my pride and rejoin the party.
Some time later, I ended up asking Val if he would take me to our prom as I didn't have an escort. He quickly agreed and we sort of became a couple from then after. A few months later we began going steady and he gave me his ring.
I was out of school by then and got my first job in the city. On the weekends I would go to the beach (so I could see Val) and got a part time job there. We spent most days together and after work at night he would pick me up and we would drive around and talk. Come September, we saw each other nearly every night or would talk on the phone. The following April we were engaged and the following March, we were married.
Val was/is a very good looking man with a great body. He used to visit me in 3 piece suits and drove his dad's fancy "Parklane" car. He was always bringing me little gifts and would treat me like a princess. (Little did I know at the time that the gifts were from the crane machines at the beach) We used to talk and talk and he seemed to care about what I had to say. He always treated me very lady like and he was a gentleman at all times.
How quickly things change. You never really know a person till you marry them. Val is still good looking and still has a fairly good body but the rest is all history. The last time I saw him in a suit was for someone's funeral. Gifts are for birthdays and Christmas, although he does buy me the odd snack as a gift every once in awhile.(then complains about my gaining weight) Talking is replaced by the t.v. and then during commercials I can say a word or two - IF the commercial isn't overly interesting. Now the lady like treatment is down to "Hey lady, get me a drink while your up."
I can't really complain. Over the years he's been VERY good to me. We've had some major ups and downs and yet he has stood by me. As far as I know, he has always been faithful to me. He doesn't physically or mentally abuse me. He loves his daughters and has been a good father to them. We agreed when the kids came that I would be a stay at home mom and for all these years I have been, while he continued to work and support our family.
There was a time when I thought I really didn't love Val. I think I married him out of fear of being an "Old Maid". It doesn't matter now as I have grown to love him over the years. He is the boy of my youth, my companion in old age. He is my stability, my stronghold. He is my little irritations, my worry, my concern and yet he is my calm, my comfort, my steadfastness.
He is my husband and I am his wife. Bone of his bone, flesh of his flesh. Not made from the bone of his head to be above him, or from the bones of his feet to be below him, but from the bone in his side to walk along side of him. To be cradled in his arms. To be one with him till death do us part.
We’ve come a long way Val. Happy 35th Wedding Anniversary to you. I love you.
As a group we went midnight bowling a few times and one night we had a party at my house. I had this old badge on that I had been wearing. It said "Kiss me you Fool." I didn't think anything of it. All of a sudden Val and this other guy had me cornered and the next thing I knew Val was kissing me. I was shocked and confused. Suddenly it dawned on me what had happened and I went running upstairs yelling "Oh no." I was so embarrassed. I didn't want to rejoin the party as I thought that they would think that I was wearing the badge on purpose. (Of course they all do to this day). I finally had to lay down my pride and rejoin the party.
Some time later, I ended up asking Val if he would take me to our prom as I didn't have an escort. He quickly agreed and we sort of became a couple from then after. A few months later we began going steady and he gave me his ring.
I was out of school by then and got my first job in the city. On the weekends I would go to the beach (so I could see Val) and got a part time job there. We spent most days together and after work at night he would pick me up and we would drive around and talk. Come September, we saw each other nearly every night or would talk on the phone. The following April we were engaged and the following March, we were married.
Val was/is a very good looking man with a great body. He used to visit me in 3 piece suits and drove his dad's fancy "Parklane" car. He was always bringing me little gifts and would treat me like a princess. (Little did I know at the time that the gifts were from the crane machines at the beach) We used to talk and talk and he seemed to care about what I had to say. He always treated me very lady like and he was a gentleman at all times.
How quickly things change. You never really know a person till you marry them. Val is still good looking and still has a fairly good body but the rest is all history. The last time I saw him in a suit was for someone's funeral. Gifts are for birthdays and Christmas, although he does buy me the odd snack as a gift every once in awhile.(then complains about my gaining weight) Talking is replaced by the t.v. and then during commercials I can say a word or two - IF the commercial isn't overly interesting. Now the lady like treatment is down to "Hey lady, get me a drink while your up."
I can't really complain. Over the years he's been VERY good to me. We've had some major ups and downs and yet he has stood by me. As far as I know, he has always been faithful to me. He doesn't physically or mentally abuse me. He loves his daughters and has been a good father to them. We agreed when the kids came that I would be a stay at home mom and for all these years I have been, while he continued to work and support our family.
There was a time when I thought I really didn't love Val. I think I married him out of fear of being an "Old Maid". It doesn't matter now as I have grown to love him over the years. He is the boy of my youth, my companion in old age. He is my stability, my stronghold. He is my little irritations, my worry, my concern and yet he is my calm, my comfort, my steadfastness.
He is my husband and I am his wife. Bone of his bone, flesh of his flesh. Not made from the bone of his head to be above him, or from the bones of his feet to be below him, but from the bone in his side to walk along side of him. To be cradled in his arms. To be one with him till death do us part.
We’ve come a long way Val. Happy 35th Wedding Anniversary to you. I love you.
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