September 30, 2004

Anniversaries HO!

Well, today marks two years of blogging. Umm, insert your own treacly drivel about self-actualization, soul searching, freeing your inner voice and sticking it to the man here. Me, I'm more about the fun, the folks I've "met" through blogging (or feel like I've met even if we haven't really corresponded all that often and I'll stop now because that's starting to feel just a tad stalkerish and, well, maybe I ought to get out more...), and the lower blood pressure that venting almost daily has given me. So.....go me!

My wedding anniversary is also drawing nigh, and Hublet and I will be celebrating with a child free weekend, thanks to my mom and dad. Have fun dragging Captain Truculent through the fair, folks! Our actual anniversary is October 5th. I think. Actually, I had to look at the cover of our wedding photo album to be sure of that--but I'm better than Hublet, who thought it was the 15th. Although the only reason I got it closer than he did is because we got married immediately after my Maw-Maw's birthday, which was October 4th, so I have an unfair advantage. ANYWAY, it's been eight years of marriage and eleven of "togetherness," and we're going to have a fun-filled weekend encompassing:


  • Shaun of the Dead

  • NC State vs Wake Forest (guy time for Hublet--I shall be at home, reclining in the La-Z-Boy with SoCom II, Cheez-Its and beer)

  • Dinner out at an intimate Italian restaurant, carbs be damned!

  • Relaxing conversation at a local wine bar.

  • Possible purchase of a storage shed and new screen doors.

So the last one isn't that romantic--sue me. I can't even remember my own anniversary, and I'm not what you would call a soppy sentimentalist. But for those of you out there who are a bit mushily inclined, I offer this strange but true story of Hublet's and my first meeting:

Hublet and I were both selected as Teaching Assistants for the MA program. After our first big orientation meeting the whole TA group was taken upstairs to get "cube assignments," meet the second year TAs, and get our payroll paperwork filled out. As I was walking from my cube to where I was told the Human Resources person was, I ran into a tall, thin, kinda quiet guy who stuck out his hand and introduced himself. I shook his hand, and a quiet, matter-of-fact voice in my head said "You'll marry him." Which was odd, because I'd never laid eyes on him before and I was happily dating someone else at the time. But four years later, marry him I did. Make of that what you will. And please refrain from the obvious "voices in your head" jokes, mmmmmkay?

Posted by Big Arm Woman at September 30, 2004 10:13 AM
Comments

You're not crazy (at least not at the basis of this evidence). I had a similar experience when I met my future wife, even though I too was otherwise involved at the time.

Posted by: Caleb at September 30, 2004 11:15 AM

How sweet! (And I mean that - I'm from Chattanooga, TN, so I actually SAY things like that outloud).

Posted by: Michael Tinkler at September 30, 2004 11:45 AM

You were 'selected' for TA assignments? It was REQUIRED at my school.

I got stuck teaching a 'chemistry for pre-med' lab - whew!, the thought of those jokers becoming DOCTORS was a really scary thought!

Congrats on the anniversary. My hub and I bought a new toilet on our anniversary. Wonder what that says about us as a couple? No, don't answer that...

Posted by: Claire at September 30, 2004 01:53 PM

Anybody who celebrates anniversaries is a picnic-organizing type. Men learn to avoid these. Watch out also for the button-hole twister.

Posted by: Ron Hardin at September 30, 2004 03:19 PM

You're going to LOVE Shaun of the Dead.

Zombies. British humour. In-Jokes. The music of Queen. And beer.

Posted by: Naomi at September 30, 2004 03:24 PM

Happy Early Anniversary and congrats on the upcoming night of jailbreak. Hubby and I had a very similar experience, before we met. My dad met him first, at work. He came home and said "I met a nice young man today." A thought was impressed upon my brain at that moment that said, "It's him. He's the one." I had just been accepted into college in what turned out to be Hubby's hometown. He had had a dream before we met that his future wife would be connected with his hometown but would not be from there. So, together 19 years and married for 14 of 'em...Wishing you eons more and a happier little camper in tow.

Posted by: Sally at September 30, 2004 07:08 PM

I had a similar experience. I was on my way to seminary (yes, Catholic, with celibacy and all that), and dropped off my cats at a good friend's house, where I spent the night in a sleeping bag on the living room floor. In the morning she came out of her room and said, "Wake up, sleepyhead," and a clear voice in my head said, "You need to hear that from her for the rest of your life." We were married two years later.

Posted by: Michael at October 1, 2004 09:15 AM