Things are about to change big time folks. My entire life takes a turn I did not originally expect and one that at the time put a large wrench in my relationship with my nearest, dearest, and oldest friend.
So as I had mentioned before I was supposed to make a move to Portland Oregon with my very best friend Nicole. I was waiting for her to finish up what she was doing and that summer the move was to be made. Well, as you can guess I didn't go to Oregon.
After we got back from Ohio Andrew had 3 job interviews. While he was away on those job interviews I headed home to have dinner with my parents, and I told them I was in love with Andrew. My dad stops grilling, looks at me and says "What makes you think you are in love". I didn't really know how to answer that I just knew I was in love with him. My dad says well you better invite him over for dinner.
Once Andrew returned we sat and talked about the interviews. He had 3 interviews but I only remember 2 of them. One in Raleigh and one in Richmond. He said he liked both companies so now it was down to where he wanted to live. I said pick Richmond....he asked why..."because I like Richmond." He looks at me and says oh you do, so that means your coming with me? I said YES!! We both laughed a little and kissed and hugged. I knew right then that Andrew loved me as much as I loved him.
Later that week we take a trip to dinner with my parents. Let's just say they liked him right away, and if you ask my mom she will say I dated total losers until Andrew. I think she has a sweet spot for him. So while at dinner with my parents we said we wanted to move to Richmond together. My parents were shocked but excited. My dad then turns and says "Well just make sure you live together, don't make me pay rent Ems when you are just going to be staying at Andrew's place the whole time." If you know my dad you know he doesn't say many things in a serious way. So this comment surprised me. The next day, foobs called and said..."Baby we are fine with you moving to Richmond with Andrew, but if things don't work out you come home!". I have the greatest dad, always looking out for my best interest. So it was settled I was moving to Richmond with a boy that I was in love with only 6 months after we started dating. I had no idea what was in store for us or where things would lead, but I was excited to find out what lay ahead.
So that's it folks. That is my love story with my man....would you like to hear our engagement story?? It's pretty classic too. The kind of thing you can't make up.
Showing posts with label love story. Show all posts
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September 28, 2011
September 26, 2011
Love Story > Part 3
So now we know that I am totally smitten with Andrew and he is totally embarrassed by our first date. All that aside we continued to see each other over the next few weeks. I had graduated already and was waiting tables while waiting to make a big move to Portland Oregon. So I had time to spare. We watched movies, drank beer, ate bagel sandwiches, did our laundry together, and played lots of card games. It was by far one of the most amazing springs of my life.
One day Andrew tells me he is going to go see his friend Sweeney in Cincinnati to see the 300 movie, and a Flogging Molly concert. I looked at him like c'mon aren't you going to ask me if I want to go?? I said "no shit, I love flogging Molly"...he says really. Maybe my friend can get another ticket (yeah he better because I am coming along). It was all set I sold off my shifts at Sunspot and packed my bags to go to Ohio.
We start the 4 hour drive...and a few hours into the drive his phone rings. I answer it because he is driving and a voice I know comes across the ear piece. I won't name names folks but she was really good friends with my high school sweetheart and first love... I mean really what are the odds of this. She asks if I am dating Andrew and I say yes, and a deep sound of heart break comes across her voice. According to Andrew she was very much in love with him. I never meant to break her heart but we were dating, a fact is a fact. So that doesn't play much in my love story but it is ironic.
Back the story, we get to Ohio and find out that the Flogging Molly concert was sold out :(....major bummer folks I mean major. So we bag that idea and decide do have a 300 festival instead. So we watch the old version and then the go to see the new version, and of course we all thought is rocked you know you loved it! Since I had enjoyed all the blood, guts, and gore I was one of boys at least for the weekend. So let's take a flashback moment, here are some photos from that trip. Oh boy do we look so naive about life.
Okay so let's not talk about how ugly that shirt is (what the hell was I thinking) or the acne that I can clearly see on my face. Let's just look at how cute we are together and Andrew's incredible dimples. Not to mention those ruby red lips. I mean I would pay huge bucks to have permanently red lips like that without lipstick, but whatevs. Side note...that jacket of his he thrifted, I was so head over heels for this boy!!
We had an incredible time on this trip, but next Andrew was going on job interviews. I was supposed to be going to Portland Oregon with my best friend and he was going to be moving too. So the big question was where did that leave our relationship. The answer coming soon. I hope you all are enjoying these stories. They are very fun to write and something that I hope my children will enjoy.
One day Andrew tells me he is going to go see his friend Sweeney in Cincinnati to see the 300 movie, and a Flogging Molly concert. I looked at him like c'mon aren't you going to ask me if I want to go?? I said "no shit, I love flogging Molly"...he says really. Maybe my friend can get another ticket (yeah he better because I am coming along). It was all set I sold off my shifts at Sunspot and packed my bags to go to Ohio.
We start the 4 hour drive...and a few hours into the drive his phone rings. I answer it because he is driving and a voice I know comes across the ear piece. I won't name names folks but she was really good friends with my high school sweetheart and first love... I mean really what are the odds of this. She asks if I am dating Andrew and I say yes, and a deep sound of heart break comes across her voice. According to Andrew she was very much in love with him. I never meant to break her heart but we were dating, a fact is a fact. So that doesn't play much in my love story but it is ironic.
Back the story, we get to Ohio and find out that the Flogging Molly concert was sold out :(....major bummer folks I mean major. So we bag that idea and decide do have a 300 festival instead. So we watch the old version and then the go to see the new version, and of course we all thought is rocked you know you loved it! Since I had enjoyed all the blood, guts, and gore I was one of boys at least for the weekend. So let's take a flashback moment, here are some photos from that trip. Oh boy do we look so naive about life.
We had an incredible time on this trip, but next Andrew was going on job interviews. I was supposed to be going to Portland Oregon with my best friend and he was going to be moving too. So the big question was where did that leave our relationship. The answer coming soon. I hope you all are enjoying these stories. They are very fun to write and something that I hope my children will enjoy.
September 24, 2011
Love Story > Part 2
Alright so where did we leave off....oh yes. I had just had a drunken make out session with my now husband. So after I left that cute note in his mailbox I went about my day the next day. Until I got a curious knock on the door. I used my ever so handy peep hole to see who it could be. Surprise surprise it was that sexy tall drink of water from the night before. Man I just did not realize how tall he really was until he came by to visit.
I invited him in and as he is barely in the door he looks at me and says.... "You wanna go somewhere with me? I have a great place I want to show you". As my stomach is doing excited jumping jacks I of course say yes!!!! So off we go. He takes me to Sequoyah hills park...well really up to a bluff that over looks sequoyah hills park. It was really lovely, we sat and watched the world go by while we learned a little more about each other. After a few hours we decide to head back. This is when the story gets classic folks...I mean you can't make this up!
We head back down the hill and as we were walking Andrew spots a large tree limb sticking out and decides that it would be fun to show me his monkey action and grabbes a hold of this limb. He hangs from it. It bounces up once, then comes down and *CRACK* the limb comes crashing down on top of him and he crashes to the ground and bangs his head hard on the ground. He moans and groans and I stand there...like a deer in headlights and do NOTHING.
He then starts to maneuver his way out from under this giant branch. As he gets out from under it he stumbles over to another tree and leans over behind it. He turns to me and says "don't mind if I throw up"...the words every girl wants to hear on their first date. After a bit of time he gets his stuff together and we make the rest of our way down to the car. I keep looking at him to make sure he isn't going to pass out or something of the like. I of course apologize profusely for not helping him more after the tree fell. He said it was alright (however he still gets a kick out of picking on me for not helping him back then). After reaching the car he realizes that he has blood on his hands but he isn't sure from where. We look and can't see anything so we decide to just not worry about it. Okay I think we should go to the ER he tells me I am over reacting.
On our way back I say why don't we get something to eat and he says I can't I don't have any money. I volunteer to pay for dinner (another dream that every girl wants to have fulfilled on their first date). We head back and he says let me get a shower. 30 minutes later he comes back down stairs looks at me and says, "I figured out where the blood is coming from...my head". I of course run towards him inspect it and say do we need to go get stitches, it was a fairly large gash. He says no don't worry about it. Then he says I have some cuts on my chest too but writes that off too. FYI, the cuts on his chest have left scars we laugh sometimes when he doesn't have a shirt on.
So after deciding he would survive we head off to dinner and made some jokes about wouldn't it be gross if blood started to go down the back of his neck and the people sitting behind us could see it. We laughed and thought that would never happen. We have a lovely dinner full of laughs and good conversation at the brewery. Once we are back in the car he turns his head and there is blood crusted down the back of his neck. I mean literally a brown/red line down his neck and pooling in his collar. I burst out laughed hysterically, couldn't even catch my breathe long enough to tell him what I was laughing at. I eventually told him....he laughed too. After such a mess of a first date I wasn't even sure we would see each other again, but I did know one thing I really liked this boy. He was real and sweet and always seemed nervous but endearing when we spoke. I knew that this boy was someone I desperately wanted to see again.
Pretty interesting so far??? I have to say our first date story never fails to make me laugh and usually gets a laugh from our families any time we retell it. Next up a trip to Ohio, graduation from college, and a big move to the state of VA. All in all I would say that's at least 3 more posts so stay tuned for more fun.
I invited him in and as he is barely in the door he looks at me and says.... "You wanna go somewhere with me? I have a great place I want to show you". As my stomach is doing excited jumping jacks I of course say yes!!!! So off we go. He takes me to Sequoyah hills park...well really up to a bluff that over looks sequoyah hills park. It was really lovely, we sat and watched the world go by while we learned a little more about each other. After a few hours we decide to head back. This is when the story gets classic folks...I mean you can't make this up!
We head back down the hill and as we were walking Andrew spots a large tree limb sticking out and decides that it would be fun to show me his monkey action and grabbes a hold of this limb. He hangs from it. It bounces up once, then comes down and *CRACK* the limb comes crashing down on top of him and he crashes to the ground and bangs his head hard on the ground. He moans and groans and I stand there...like a deer in headlights and do NOTHING.
He then starts to maneuver his way out from under this giant branch. As he gets out from under it he stumbles over to another tree and leans over behind it. He turns to me and says "don't mind if I throw up"...the words every girl wants to hear on their first date. After a bit of time he gets his stuff together and we make the rest of our way down to the car. I keep looking at him to make sure he isn't going to pass out or something of the like. I of course apologize profusely for not helping him more after the tree fell. He said it was alright (however he still gets a kick out of picking on me for not helping him back then). After reaching the car he realizes that he has blood on his hands but he isn't sure from where. We look and can't see anything so we decide to just not worry about it. Okay I think we should go to the ER he tells me I am over reacting.
On our way back I say why don't we get something to eat and he says I can't I don't have any money. I volunteer to pay for dinner (another dream that every girl wants to have fulfilled on their first date). We head back and he says let me get a shower. 30 minutes later he comes back down stairs looks at me and says, "I figured out where the blood is coming from...my head". I of course run towards him inspect it and say do we need to go get stitches, it was a fairly large gash. He says no don't worry about it. Then he says I have some cuts on my chest too but writes that off too. FYI, the cuts on his chest have left scars we laugh sometimes when he doesn't have a shirt on.
So after deciding he would survive we head off to dinner and made some jokes about wouldn't it be gross if blood started to go down the back of his neck and the people sitting behind us could see it. We laughed and thought that would never happen. We have a lovely dinner full of laughs and good conversation at the brewery. Once we are back in the car he turns his head and there is blood crusted down the back of his neck. I mean literally a brown/red line down his neck and pooling in his collar. I burst out laughed hysterically, couldn't even catch my breathe long enough to tell him what I was laughing at. I eventually told him....he laughed too. After such a mess of a first date I wasn't even sure we would see each other again, but I did know one thing I really liked this boy. He was real and sweet and always seemed nervous but endearing when we spoke. I knew that this boy was someone I desperately wanted to see again.
Pretty interesting so far??? I have to say our first date story never fails to make me laugh and usually gets a laugh from our families any time we retell it. Next up a trip to Ohio, graduation from college, and a big move to the state of VA. All in all I would say that's at least 3 more posts so stay tuned for more fun.
September 22, 2011
Love Story > Part 1
I figured it was a good time to share me and my tall drink of waters little love story. How we met, fell in love, and became an us. It's an interesting story starting in college.
I moved into an apartment in a house. The downstairs apartment. It is the door in the right picture. Not the one directly ahead but the one on the left.
It was a house in one of those old ass collegey neighborhoods, we all wanted to live in but in truth thought was skeezy as hell. It was called the fort on the other side of the University of Tennessee's campus. I was a psych major minoring in art history and Andrew was working on his 5 year architecture degree. Andrew had been in a long term relationship with a chick named Stacy so we never really talked much. Truth be told we talked....never. I mean a tree fell out back of our house and took out our power. He comes out side with the rest of us looks at the tree, says nothing and goes back inside. First thought...WIERDO! However I always thought he was cute! So I proceeded to become a stalker and peep my peepers through the peep hole when I heard him bang his big ass bike down the stairs. I would also see him in the art & architecture building, he was on the top floor and I was in the same exact room for every art history course I ever took on the main floor to the left. Seriously the exact same room for all of my art history classes over the course of 2 years. It got a little old but I had a favorite chair that I enjoyed.
So while I was enjoying my cozy seat in art history, Andrew was breaking up with his girlfriend. Shortly after that break up. This very cute mister happened to be at a frat party at the douche bag loser kids house next door when I came home one night. He just so happened to have had a few drinks....or more like too many drinks. I spotted this little tid bit of information and thought...this is it E...ask him if he wants to come in for a drink (because it was clear he needed another one...whatevs). He happened to be towing a very not cute boy around with him so I invited them both in. Side note...that not cute boy proceeded to pass out on my sofa.
Once inside Andrew was a TALKER...who knew...since he never spoke to me before really. We had a few drinks, and then he asked if I wanted to come upstairs and look at his movie collection (like I didn't know what that meant...he thought he was smooth) because we had gotten into some long talk about movies. One thing moved to another and we might have played a little suck face and it might have been major awesomeness, but after a bit I pulled myself together and bid him good night. After saying goodnight I realized I didn't give him my number, because he lived upstairs and clearly didn't know how to get in touch with me. so I wrote him a note and placed the note in his mail box and hit the hay.
Part 2 coming soon. You have to be curious what happens next, right?!?!?!
**extra fun bit of info...my parents met in the apartment complex across the street from that house that we met in, and have been together ever since some 36 years. **
I moved into an apartment in a house. The downstairs apartment. It is the door in the right picture. Not the one directly ahead but the one on the left.
It was a house in one of those old ass collegey neighborhoods, we all wanted to live in but in truth thought was skeezy as hell. It was called the fort on the other side of the University of Tennessee's campus. I was a psych major minoring in art history and Andrew was working on his 5 year architecture degree. Andrew had been in a long term relationship with a chick named Stacy so we never really talked much. Truth be told we talked....never. I mean a tree fell out back of our house and took out our power. He comes out side with the rest of us looks at the tree, says nothing and goes back inside. First thought...WIERDO! However I always thought he was cute! So I proceeded to become a stalker and peep my peepers through the peep hole when I heard him bang his big ass bike down the stairs. I would also see him in the art & architecture building, he was on the top floor and I was in the same exact room for every art history course I ever took on the main floor to the left. Seriously the exact same room for all of my art history classes over the course of 2 years. It got a little old but I had a favorite chair that I enjoyed.
So while I was enjoying my cozy seat in art history, Andrew was breaking up with his girlfriend. Shortly after that break up. This very cute mister happened to be at a frat party at the douche bag loser kids house next door when I came home one night. He just so happened to have had a few drinks....or more like too many drinks. I spotted this little tid bit of information and thought...this is it E...ask him if he wants to come in for a drink (because it was clear he needed another one...whatevs). He happened to be towing a very not cute boy around with him so I invited them both in. Side note...that not cute boy proceeded to pass out on my sofa.
Once inside Andrew was a TALKER...who knew...since he never spoke to me before really. We had a few drinks, and then he asked if I wanted to come upstairs and look at his movie collection (like I didn't know what that meant...he thought he was smooth) because we had gotten into some long talk about movies. One thing moved to another and we might have played a little suck face and it might have been major awesomeness, but after a bit I pulled myself together and bid him good night. After saying goodnight I realized I didn't give him my number, because he lived upstairs and clearly didn't know how to get in touch with me. so I wrote him a note and placed the note in his mail box and hit the hay.
Part 2 coming soon. You have to be curious what happens next, right?!?!?!
**extra fun bit of info...my parents met in the apartment complex across the street from that house that we met in, and have been together ever since some 36 years. **
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