Seems I only write about sad or tragic things that have happened to me. With an occasional crazy dog story
. Let me tell you the story of how I met the most Wonderful Man in my life!
It was early June 1998. My two youngest and I were settled nicely in our new apartment and life was finally peaceful and happy. If 1997 was the worst year of my life then 1998 was about to be my best.
Life was pretty simple for us. I went to work, they went to their father's for the day, and when we got home at night we either went to the pool at the complex or just hung out watching movies and being silly.
Earlier that year I had purchased a Webtv device to access the internet, but really never spent much time on it being busy with the kids. After they would go to sleep I would turn it on and go into the Webtv chat rooms and pretty much just watch everyone else chat.
One night someone said hi to me and I said hello back. Done that before a hundred times but no real conversations every started from it. But this person kept asking me questions. At the time I wasn't sure if it was male or female....his screen name was GMCSierra350 and I did't realize it was a truck
...I was thinking Sierra is a pretty name!! My screen name was pcchick...not meaning computer chick...meant production control chick, which is what I was referred to at work at that time! Real creative I know.
At first we were each others online therapists. He was recently separated from his "cheater" wife and well I had numerous things to complain about. We were becoming fast friends and were chatting online almost nightly and emailing every day. When we weren't complaining about life we were telling each other our dreams and what it was we both wanted out of life. And wouldn't you know it, we both wanted the same things. We'd both laugh and say...too bad you live so far away or I'd marry you!!
Great friends we had become. It wasn't until he talked about a girl that his sister was setting him up with that I realized I REALLY felt I was falling in love with him. Then I thought HOW RIDICULOUS that was because I hadn't even seen what he looked like or heard his voice!!
He went on a date with her and when he emailed about it I didn't answer. I stayed offline for a couple of days trying to get over that "hurt" feeling. He kept emailing me asking where I was and why I hadn't written. Then I went online when I knew he'd be on and asked him if he thought I was crazy for feeling the way I was feeling, and he said no he felt the same way!!
That was the first time we talked on the phone, and we talked ALL NIGHT LONG..8 hours until it was time to get ready for work.
We exchanged addresses, so now along with emailing, chatting online, and on the phone we were sending each other letters, tapes of favorite songs, etc. About two months in to this we decided really needed to meet to see if it could be real or if we were kidding each other of how strongly we both felt. So we planned a whole week together...8 days to be exact. My friends were saying, what if he's ugly or huge and ugly with no teeth! LOL
I had sent pictures of me and the kids but he still hadn't sent any of himself. He finally sent some about a week before he came because I kept saying how will I know who you are at the airport??? No he wasn't fat or ugly and had all of his teeth! But I think even if he had been I would still have loved him just the same. For the first time ever I fell in love with the person inside!
The day he arrived at the airport I got there early and paced back and forth thinking....what if he changed his mind and didn't come, what if we have nothing to say in person, what if, what if, what if. Those two words can make a person NUTS! As everyone was coming off his plane I stood there waiting and looking at everyone...like are you him? Are you him?? And of course he was about the last one off with no doubt who he was because he had the BIGGEST smile on his face as our eyes met. We hugged and then walked about a mile to where I parked my car. I HATE the airport...I either lose my car or park so far away you're exhausted once you get to it! And it was August and about 95 degrees and humid!!
Our week flew by and it was time for him to return home. We had discussed what we wanted and decided he would go home, quit his job and move back to Michigan with us!!
The kids loved him, my family loved him, and I was on cloud nine! The day he left was the saddest day I can remember. I'm usually a very together person...show no emotion unless its happy. I cried like a fool at the gate and hugged him so tightly I'm sure he was having difficulty breathing
. I guess I was afraid he'd get back home change his mind and I'd never see him again. He is very close to his family and I am still amazed he left them for me.
Three weeks later I drove my kids to Kentucky where they stayed with my Mom and stepdad while I drove on to Arkansas to pick him up. I really don't know why we did it that way, I guess at the time we thought his truck wouldn't make the trip all the way to Michigan. But a month later his Dad and step Mom drove it up to him....maybe that was a plan of his in case things didn't work out he'd go back to get it and not come back???
NAH! My trip alone to Arkansas was such a fun adventure...I felt like a pioneer...didn't know where I was going and not sure what I'd find when I got there...except for the love of my life!!
That was 7 1/2 years ago, and we've made many trips to Arkansas and we plan to move there someday to be near his family. We got married at one of his sister's house in July of 2001. They are a wonderful bunch of people and I can't wait to live near them all.
Life with Rob is Wonderful!!
She slammed down his papers in front of me and said "HE DOES NOTHING!!" 
I wanted to say..."Wonder why??" 
I'm sure she thought I was "making excuses for him". The other teacher's class that he's had difficulties in Social Studies was so much more nicer and at least said he was a nice respectful child and what he needed to do to improve. Normally, I'm a quiet nice lady...but this teacher makes me want to FIGHT!! You don't pick on my babies!! GRRRRR -- 
. As I let Rufie out I notice a low flying helicopter not far from our house shining a spotlight around the neighborhood. Big brave Rufus takes about 3 steps off our side porch and begins barking viciously towards our backyard. I feel a little uneasy thinking...could there be an escaped prisoner in our "hood"??? and he's in my yard? 
