Once upon a time...

I guess it's offical now....I'm part of the blogging world. I wonder if I should get some of those clicking shoes and dance around in an outfit that even a square dancer would be ahamed of. =0)
Okay. Well let's see.... what to say. Since my life is already 25 years old....a lot has happened. So to catch you up to speed on the last few years of my life...
Now to the once upon a time part. Once upon a time...I went to college at BYU- Idaho. For some reason, I chose Idaho. Dont ask. =0) I was a music major and majored on cello and the string bass. For those of you who know me....and know that I am exactly 5 feet tall, I am sure that picturing me as a string bassist is quite funny. Stop laughing. Please. The good news is that while playing the cello, I met my sweetheart Jonathan (who was a bass major at the time) and I couldn't get close enough to him in Symphony, so I decided to switch to being a bass major. He graduated before we sat together in the school symphony, but we now sit together in the community symphony. After being best friends for 3 years, we thought it might be nice to get married. Our wedding will soon be published into a movie....well it should be. Eveyblushing bride should watch this movie so as to feel better about herself and all the things that she thinks are going wrong, but could very easly be worse as demonstraited at my wedding. The Readers Digest verson: The groom was late because he was left at his appartment 2 miles way, without a car. After months of planning a beautiful outdoor summer wedding, a tornato blew down the tent. The guest of honnor was not so much the bride or the groom but perhaps the Sherrif who came to tell us that we must take shelter and abandon the gazzebo and tent that were so beautifully decorated before the wind blew away all of the flowers and tule. We forgot the cake at the bakery. It closed before we got there. We had a "lovely" reception in the foyer of the music building (suting isn't it?) complete with a metal mixing bowl filled with water from the bathroom sink for our punch bowl. The string quartet (less 2 musicans who didn't want to play in the rain) was nice. =0) The fact that we lost the marriage license and almost went through all of that fun an excitement for nothing was, well almost killed me. But, about an hour before the cerimony would have been null and void with the John Hanncok of the two witnesses, the license was found and saved the day...well kind of. Let's not forget that my little brother forgot to bring pants to Idaho, so he had to borrow some. Oh and the best man forgot that he was the best man. Did I mention there was only one emergancy room visit. I guess that could be my happy thought! While there was plently more little things that go wrong at a wedding, I try not to think about them all. I just keep in mind that if the old wives tale about rain on your wedding day being good luck, well than NOTHING bad will ever happen to us. In fact, there was enough rain that day that I dare say that our grandchildren and possibly great grandchildren should be feeling the blessing. =0)
I am lucky enough to be married to my best friend and that is enough for me. While it did take me several months just to look at my wedding pictures, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I guess you could say I like drama.
Tune in next time to learn about our first home buying adventure!