The Journey Begins..

It's September 21st! Bet you all didn't know that. Why is this date significant? It's almost one month until our 14 year wedding anniversary! 14 years! I mean, I know it's not 50 years or anything, but in this day and age I think it's something to be proud of. As our anniversary approaches, I've decided to blog about how we met. People are always asking us, "How did you meet?" For most people, that's a fairly easy question to answer. It's usually something like, "we met at school, or so-and-so introduced us, etc...", but for us, we say, "on vacation" and then the person just stares at us waiting for us to elaborate. This time of year always makes me think of when Scot and I met. We actually met in the month of May. However, we got married in October.

Our actual wedding day was fraught with problems and was an extremely stressful experience for me so I prefer to think of easier times. I thought I would start blogging about it early so that I would have plenty of time before the actual anniversary to finish. I hope I don't bore you. I hope to print it out and then the children will have it to read someday. They might not want to, but you never know. I, personally, think it would be really neat to read the story of how my grandparents met and know what they were thinking at the time.

For tonight though, I'm not going to start the story just yet. That will begin next week sometime. I am, however, going to show you what we looked like when we met. Holy cow! It's a blast from the past...

Ok, this is Scot in 1992 right after we met. Where do I start? Let's start with the acid wash jeans... do you remember owning a pair of those?? Ah, the 80's... Look how young he looks! And isn't it nice that he's standing by that little table full of food? He's so cool; he's not even looking at the camera. And the lavender shirt... nice... he even bought that on our trip! Lavender... it's a color you would NEVER see him in now!

Moving on...

This is me in 1992. Wow. What can I say? I was a slave to fashion? I don't think so... First of all, those earrings are so huge that I'm surprised I can still hold my head up. The turquoise eyeliner is a must too... Because I'm not wearing a lick of turquoise in this picture. Did I just blank out on how to match? And you can't see it in this picture, but I have a ginormous bow in my hair. During that period of my life, I always had some huge bow in my hair. I think the term you're looking for is "bow-head".

Well, there we are. Get ready- I will be scanning in pictures to go with my story. What's a story without pictures?

To be continued... Chapter 1: Atlantic Beach