Part 4 Life and Times at OSU

So we are now both at OSU. So he's living with his brother and a highschool chum. I'm living with at first my dorm partner from my freshman year...she moves out quickly not her cup of tea. I think it was the fact that I was so into my fh at the time I wasn't home much and she was bored stiff. So she went back to the sorority that she had quit over the summer.

Then I decided to move into some apts. and fh and his bro and a diff. guy would move into the apt. directly above ours.-which is whole other blog post--.

I'll just stick to our relationship.

So the beginning of the year. I can remember walking to class on the the first day of school thinking this is a new year and a new beginning. But those positive vibes didn't last long at least in the way I expected.

My fh and I continued to fight. In October though things changed for him. He has started to read the Bible and go to weekly get togethers with a Christian ministry on campus. He also lots of Christian booklets laying around his place (at this point we're not in the apts.) He invited me to a couple of meetings. At first I said no. I did decide to start reading the bible though. And read some of the booklets he had. It sounded good yet I wasn't too into change just yet.

I finally went to a meeting. I was freaked out. Not because of anything that went on there but because of the feeling inside me. That feeling that kept saying, "respond, respond, respond" but no way did I want to. I look back and just see that it was a pride issue and somewhat fear of the unknown. But I did not respond that night.

One night we went to a Halloween party and we got in a fight on our way there and I freaked out and left him there and went back to his place. No one was there and I was just gunna get drunk literally I just wanted to be numb. So I pulled out some alcohol and stared at it. But in my head a little pamphlet that I read a week or so ago came to my mind. I knew that pamphlet talked about making a decision to follow God. I sat there and pondered the choice. Do I drink or go read the pamphlet again?? The alcohol, I reasoned, would work for a bit and then leave me in the same spot I was at the moment. But what would the book do? I chose to read it.

I read it and at the end it had a prayer...I comtemplated the prayer. Was I ready? Was I ready to make a decision for God and leave my old ways behind. I had been faced with this choice a few times in my life prior but never was ready to make the change. But I was now.

I had tasted a lot of what the world had to offer and it left me empty. It had brought me to a point of wanting to drink the pain away. My sweet boyfriend couldn't fill me, a good life, popularity, partying, nice things...nothing could fill me. I had nothing to lose and so I gave it up. I gave up my life and all that I was living for for a life dedicated to God.

My fh came home later and I told him what I had done. That I had said the prayer in the back of the book.

What did he say? Until next time...

In other news...we are moving this weekend. Also a sweet young woman in our church died this week in car accident... so sad yet she loved and lived for the Lord and I'm excited that she is with HIM. Her heading on her myspace was "I am my Beloved's..." How fitting for her. She was his and lived and danced for him and did everything for His glory. She will be greatly missed for she touch many lives but we rejoice that she is with her LORD...

Personally I had never met her but I definately knew who she was. She choreographed all our plays at our church and other events. I also got to know her dad, who's and associate pastor at out church, when I went to Israel 2 years ago. He's a super cool guy!! I'm sad for them but I'm just thankful we all know the Lord and love him and I know they mourn with HOPE and joy knowing where there daughter is. I bet they are so proud of her.

Anyways hug your family and friends today, treasure who is in your life because we are not guarenteed one more day. And moreover, get to know your God in heaven who loves you and cares about you and wants a close personal relationship with you.

Until next time.

Part 3

So it's now end of Sept. 1994. I'm at OSU and he's at Clack. Comm. Coll (CCC). We start our long distance relationship. We do fine. We drive back and forth a lot. It would take me 70 minutes one way. I knew exactly what time to leave to make it to class on time.

Mainly this is the year that God started working in my life. How so? This is the year that I began to question everything. What was the purpose in all this studying and stress? I remember thinking I could die tomorrow and what would be the point. Of course there were short term goals but after I died what would be the point of it all. I started to feel much anxiety as the year dragged on. I didn't get it because I had so much but felt so empty.

Things came to a head the next summer. My fh and I fought more because I was so antagonistic and anxious quite a bit. I had 2-3 panic attacks as well. We even broke up for just a bit. I didn't know what I wanted. I knew I didn't want to be without him but he couldn't make me happy anymore. It was like it didn't matter what he did the emptiness ached inside me. He liked me but he was at the point that he didn't know how much longer he could take it. I was afraid I was going to lose him and my own mind but what could I do.

I gave myself many pep-talks and would do good for a few weeks and then it would come back. It was very up and down and very annoying.

Meanwhile my fh had been wrestling at CCC and had agreed to transfer and wrestle at OSU. We were excited that our long distance relationship would be long distance no more.

But would we last? Until next time...

Interesting happenings on MG Dr. (our street)

Last week my son swallowed a Nickle...

My son played his last T-ball game on Wednesday.

My daughter has a "habit" cough but I think it's getting better...

My husband might have a sinus infection...

We are MOVING again...

This time we will settle down for awhile... God willing

I have no infections that I know of...

I am absurdly addicted to the computer...

and that is all that is happening around here...

I am post-happy today and that's OK

School Daze

This first pic is what we call

"skool in skivvies"

That is 2 v's and not a w ... it can be confusing for some that don't know slang for underwear.









Here my son is working hard on his math drillz.

(incorrect spelling on purpose)







And here he is all finished!

Good job son! Keep it up!

A child's imagination...

Can you guess what character this old peanut butter jar filled with batteries with half a christmas ornament represents?

Before you guess take note that his head's a little crooked.

2 hints

1) He poops nuts and bolts (according to my children--where they get that kind of stuff I have no idea...)

2) He's best buddies with C3PO

Part 2

So we left off fast forwarding to 1994. Two years had passed. We both had moved on. I had had 2, what I would call, serious boyfriends since then. Not super long term either of them but impacting none-the-less. I had let go completely of my future husband because I was sure he had let go of me. It was heart breaking at first but I bounced back rather quickly. Life was short I thought and I figured it was his loss... :) That's how I moved on with my ego in tact. Also in this 2 years I had become best friends with my future sister in law.

Anyway so now it's the summer of 94 and I have just graduated high school. I am seeing a guy who my parents had just allowed me to because he was a bit older than I but the road got rocky right off the bat. So around my birthday in July me and this old flame got into a little tiff. "Coincidentally" (maybe, maybe not I'm still not sure) my future hubby calls me and asks me out on a date. I say sure. I'm not overly excited. I'm actually kind of prideful and thinking I'm hot stuff having 2 guys at my door. But I really think nothing will come of it. I had truly gotten over him and seriously nearly forgotten about a lot that had happened 2 years past (mostly the emotions of it all).

So I tell my boyfriend that I'm going to go out on a date with someone and I'm sure nothing will come of it and I'll see him later. I needed time to simmer down anyways because I was kind of mad at him.

And that was the last I time I saw him.

That second first date was like picking up emotionally where I had left off. I was instantly in love all over again. I didn't call the other guy back but he did call me a couple weeks later and we officially ended it.

My future hubby (fh) and I continued to date. Two months later he gave me a promise ring, we got pictures together, and he wrote me some sweet love notes. He would come to my house in the middle of the night (he worked nights for his dad and his twin brother would cover for him) and leave flowers and notes on my pickup for me to find on my way to work. One time he even came to my window and knocked on it.

September came and he and my dad moved me into my dorm at OSU. He was headed back to Clackamas Community College where he was in his 3rd year. We started our long distance relationship 2 months into our relationship.

Coming next... trouble in paradise.

Wowser A New Post... Our Story Part 1 of many

This is the beginning of our story from Day 1 We, my husband and I, had 2 starts. So there are 2 day 1's and so on.

Day 1 (summer of 1992--I was newly 16)

So in the canyon it was a bit of a cloudy day. Me and and my best friend (hi Tanya) were begging my dad to go to the Lake. We had been going nearly every weekend and we loved it. We didn't care if the weather wasn't that good. So he finally relented and we all went.

At the lake we'd tied up with some other boats of friends of my parents. My dad's bestfriend was there always. He had a son who was "cousins" (loosely by marriage) with these twin brothers that went to my highschool. They were 2 years older than I and my friend. We didn't know them really well although we definately knew of them. Well this particular weekend they were there at the lake. My friend and I had hoped this day would come (ha ha very hormonal teenage girls we were at the time). We rode up on the boat and there they were. Just imagine 2 very immature teenage girls at the mall...we were pretty similar to that image. Sickening yes but hey we all go through it ...

So the weekend (which turned out to be very nice weather) was spent getting to know them and oogling and gushing and being giddy and trying to figure out which one was which. After the first day I like one and she liked the other. Then the next day I got to spend some time with the one she liked while she went jet skiing with the one I liked. So then after that day I like the other one. She said "fine I'll like the other one then" Ha ha they were twins did it really matter??

Anyways I was driving at the time and they were driving their sister's car (hi sum) and we followed them to Swiss Village for some burgers. After this weekend we spent the days waiting for them to call...hoping...dreaming. Finally one day my future husband called.

He was pranking us and my parents answered. I don't remember what he said I just remember I was floating...

So long story short since I don't remember all the details of the call...I don't remember if he asked me out on a date then or if was a call or 2 later but he did eventually ask me out on a date. We dated a couple dates that summer and then he left for college.

And to think we nearly didn't go to the lake that weekend. Thanks dad!!!

That's pretty much where part one of the first start ends. There are a few ugly details but why relive the past huh? One thing I'll note is that a few months later nearing the new year I remember writing in my journal amongst all the signatures of my first name and his lastname... "I found the perfect guy for me at the wrong time in my life" I wrote that because I knew at the time this is a guy I could marry but neither of us were at that point in our lives.

Fast forward 2 years... (to be continued)