I drove myself crazy trying to convince myself that I felt nothing for this man. I told myself I was a fool and a juvenile for having a crush on a teacher. However, my arguments were put to rest in April of that year. I had been working really hard that semester. So hard in fact, that I wasn't eating properly. Or much at all. One day I started feeling really bad and I knew I needed to eat something. At that point I knew I was too light-headed to drive, so I tried to call a friend. She didn't answer, so I made my way down the first floor hall of one of the campus buildings. It just happened to be his building. I didn't make it to the end of the hall. The neat thing I knew, I was lying on a bench in the hallway with some strange guy looking down on me. At some point someone called an ambulance, and as I was being prepared to go to the hospital, I saw HIM. He looked very concerned.

At the hospital, I was told that I was hypoglycemic. That's why I fell out. I didn't really care about that though. I just thought about the way he looked when I left. I wondered if maybe he would call to check on me, but decided he probably wouldn't. I was right. He didn't call to check on me. He came to the hospital to check on me.
I had gone out into the hallway to try to call someone to come get me. No one answered at home, and I started to get really worried. Then I heard a familiar voice around the corner. I looked up in time to see HIM come around the corner. At that moment I knew I could no longer ignore what I felt for him. He came for me. He was like a knight charging to my rescue. Except his white steed was a big grey Chevy truck.
I knew I had deep, true feelings for him. Maybe he felt the same. I couldn't be sure. But he had come for me. At that point it was enough.

More of My Love Story...

The first couple of weeks of class passed by without much excitement. I liked the class and found it very interesting and tried my best to be a good student. Then, one day as I was taking a test, I decided to make a little joke about some of the material. When he passed the graded tests back to us I noticed that he had made his own little joke. I laughed out loud and looked up and noticed him looking at me. I think that's where it all began. At least my part.
After that, I found myself thinking about him a lot. I made a point to get to class early and I tried to prepare myself well so I could be brilliant in class. I guess it might have worked better if I had actually spoken in class. I always felt so timid. I would see him in the hall and he would say hello and I would just smile. I knew if I tried to speak it would just come out as "duhhhh..."
The next semester I tried to stay around the building where he taught. I couldn't take him for any more classes because I had taken everything he taught. Instead, I scheduled classes near the ones he taught. My French class was across the hall from him and we would wave at each other every day. My theater class was down the hall from him and I would make special trips to the bathroom so I could see him. For someone who didn't normally go crazy over any particular guy, I had it pretty bad.
One day I made up my mind that I would go by his office and talk to him. I wasn't sure what I would say, but he provided me with the perfect opportunity. I was passing by when I heard classical guitar music coming from his office. I stuck my head in the door and made some comment about the music. He knew I was a music major, so it was a perfect topic to discuss. After that initial conversation, I made a point to stop by and speak to him at least once a week. I was finding out so much about him. I realized that he and I had a lot in common. I really liked being around him and before I knew it, I found myself falling. Hard.

My husband is amazing. He is truly my soul-mate. I met him a few years ago at the local university. I had gone back to school after having my first child with the intent of earning a degree in music. I ended up getting my MRS degree instead. It was all meant to be that way though. I don't believe in luck or coincidence. I heard someone say once that coincidence is just when God chooses to remain anonymous. I believe it. Only God could have made such a perfect match. People had been telling me for a long time that I was just too picky. However, I feel that in the choice of a life-long mate,one had better be picky. I don't believe in divorce. At least not the way that some people do. In the age of the "disposable marriage," I was determined to find my soul-mate or remain single if I could not. I was blessed to finally find him in the fall of 2002.
I remember that day as clear as anything. It was my first day back at school after taking a break to have my first child. I was very determined to be a serious student this time. My second class on that first day was where I met him. I remember he came in a little late. At the time, I didn't really think anything about him. I was there to learn. And anyway, I was too old to have crushes on teachers. Right? Sure.
Yes, he was my teacher. The strange thing was that neither of us were really supposed to be in that class. I didn't realize it at the time, but I had already taken that class in Junior College under a different number. The class I was in was supposed to be taught by someone else. But there we were...

The Indestuctible Wasp

There was a wasp in my house this morning. I was afraid it would sting my baby, so I decided I must kill it. So I took a section of newspaper and rolled it up to swat the little pest. It flew over to the kitchen window, and I thought, "Ha! I've got you now!" Wrong. I swatted the wasp. It fell down, but then hopped right back up on the window screen. I hit it again. Same thing. This happened over and over. Swat the wasp, jump back. Swat the wasp, jump back. I was definitely doing some damage, because the wasp started buzzing around bumping into stuff. However, I couldn't kill the little sucker. I just kept right on hitting it. Five minutes later, the wasp had one leg and no wings, but he was still going. I decided I had to end it once and for all. I started in with some rapid succession swatting. Wham wham wham wham! At last, the little bugger curled up and gave up the ghost. The battle was over. In the words of my father, (the official bug-killer of the household,) "You die!"

The Case of the Soggy Socks
This morning I woke up and looked in on my sweet baby in the bassinet. He was awake and smiling. I noticed however, that his socks were sopping wet. I picked him up and felt his PJs. They were dry. His sheets were dry. I wondered how his socks had gotten so wet. I figured it out after I returned to the room to give him his bottle. There he was, with both feet in his mouth, happily munching on his toes. Mystery solved. "Don't put your feet in your mouth Baby," I told him. "There will be plenty of time for that when you are older."
In other news, I read in a fashion magazine the other day that butts are the new boobs. I don't know why. If that's true, then I'm like the Dolly Parton of the butt world. Maybe I should open up a theme park and name it Bootyville. Another magazine said that 30 is the new 20. So now according to the fashion world, I am 18 and a 44DD. Yay me!
I am also gald that the metrosexual fad is over. Metrosexual, for those of you that don;t know, was a movement in society where men started carrying little handbags and getting pedicures. Yuck! If I wanted to marry a gay guy...well, there's just no way to finish that sentance. The new movement is the ubermale. This is where men go back to being the big, burly, burping, scratching, guys we all love. I want to feel like my man will protect me. Not like he'll be afraid to break one of his perfectly manicured nails. Sure, I think guys should look nice. They should be able to dress up when necessary. But that's what wives are for. Keep your pansy man. I'll keep my Brawny man!

I am soooo excited! I finally joined the 21st century and got an iPod. I love it! It is actually my birthday present from my husband, but I got it a little early. It is so small, but so cool! I feel very modern walking around with my little earbuds in. I have spent most of the evening importing songs from CDs to it. It feels very cool to say that. "What are you doing?" "I'm importing." Now that my favs are on my iPod, anyone want to buy some CDs?
My son was out of school today, so we went to the park. We all had a good time. My older son took pictures of the baby on some of the play equipment. It was such a pretty day. When we got home several packages were waiting for us. My iPod came, the charger, and my baby's halloween costume. He is going as a monkey. (Very fitting!) My older son is going as a pirate. Ever since we went to Disney World and rode "Pirates of the Caribbean" he's had this pirate thing. He has declared his name to be Captain Red Bass. I don't know... He has quite an imagination.
Today was a really nice day. I had both of my boys at home, I've become Judy Jetson, and it's all very cool.