Hubby and I just got back from 5 refreshing/exhausting/beautiful/stressful/tiring etc. etc. days back home in Tennessee. The trip, although tiring, was pretty wonderful. My brother and I pulled off a suprise party with more than 40 guests for my parents' 30th Wedding Anniversary. Our parents were married at the tender age of 18. My family has its problems, but I have to say that my parents did something right. At 48 years old, they have two kids with post graduate degrees (they have high school diplomas), a house and two cars they own outright, and a church and civic community of which they are an integral part.
At said anniversary party, my brother announced that he and his girlfriend are getting married this summer! My brother has a legacy kinda like Seinfeld. He dates women for awhile but it doesn't work out because she has man hands, or is a low talker, or he finds fungus cream in her medicine cabinet. At 28, he's been a serial long-term dater-- one year here, a three year there, a two year back then. Although many of these women would have given their right hand to marry my brother, he always decided the lady in question wasn't the one. BUT, I think the lady he is marrying was worth waiting for. She's brilliant, cute, funny, and she fits in with our CAH-RHAZY family. Plus, she's going to be a vet. She's in her second year of vet school. Isn't that special?
Wow, let's get my family together. You'd have a psychologist (me, duh), an environmental engineer (my brother), a vet (his fiancee), and the mysterious profession that my husband has forbidden me to reveal (my husband). Add my parents and you also get a UPS driver and a youth minister. With enough time and funding, we just might be able to save the world, one soul and kitten at a time.
There were a few negative developments, however. Hubby caught the horrendous head/chest bug that has been going around. He had to fly today despite a 102 fever. :( My brother's wedding is one THE ONE WEEKEND THAT SUCKS FOR ME. Yeah, I am supposed to be taking a class that is offerred once every three years that week. Gotta work that out somehow.
Okay, I'm exhausted. Off to bed.
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The Pete and I always get a raging illness anytime we fly home. I think it's the stress from "going home." ;)
Congrats to your brother! I hope you get that wedding weekend all figured out!
p.s. I know what your hubby does for a living: he's a stunt-ass for a porn studio, right?
So when are you gonna administer the roschack (sp?) test on me? I bet I'd see a stunt-ass in those inkblots! :p
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