My Love Story

Laura at Heavenly Homemakers is hosting an event this Saturday, where everyone will share their love story. I thought it would be fun to participate and tell the story of how my husband and I met and started dating.


My husband and I met in college in the fall of 2004. At this time, I had been in a relationship for a few years, but it wasn’t going so well. Riv and I first saw each other in dramatic lit class, and though it took us a while to actually get together, it was truly a “love at first sight” moment for both of us. On the first day of class our professor was taking attendance and everyone had to tell their major. Most everyone in the class was either an English major or a language arts major, but then the teacher got to my husband’s name and he pronounced that he was an English and history major. I immediately turned around to look at him because I was a double major in history and English as well. When I looked back, he was looking at me too. (I had already called out my major, so he also knew at that moment that we were doing the same course of study.) It was just a look at that point, but I’ll never forget it.

The next part is funny. Most people who read my blog probably don’t know this, but I am very shy. In fact, most people, unless they actually get to know me well, would swear that I’m the quietest person they’ve ever met. In some quarters I’ve even been nicknamed “the quiet girl.”

So a couple of days later, I’m sitting quietly in dramatic lit, just trying to blend in as usual, when Riv comes up to me before class and asks me what I could tell him about our program of study. First of all, I’m taken totally by surprise that he’s talking to me at all, and second, I’ve only just transferred to the school the semester before, and I really have no information to tell him! So panicking on the inside, I told him that I didn’t really know anything, and then I told him to “talk to his advisor.” (Could I be a bigger nerd? Is it possible?) Months later I would ask him about that day, and he would admit that it was all just an excuse to talk to me and possibly ask me out. And to this day, my husband still jokes about the first time when he tried to talk to me, and I blew him off!

Over the next few months, Riv and I had a couple of classes together each semester. Finding him attractive, I’d often look his way, but I never really said much to him, unless he spoke to me first. I just sort of watched and listened. In class he was very thoughtful and always had something interesting to say or ask the teacher, and when I’d see him talk to his friends, I could tell he was a fun-loving guy. But the thing that really got me to admire him happened one day in the dramatic lit class. We were discussing A Raisin in the Sun, and a student was making an observation about the play, and I sort of agreed with his observation, as cynical as it was. But then Riv spoke up and explained to the student that he was missing the entire point of the play, and that point was that you can’t buy self-respect. He spoke with such strength and authority that I couldn’t help but admire him, and his insight also showed me that he was a person of integrity.

The following spring, he made a few more attempts to talk to me during class, but being both shy and a bit paranoid that this was just some joke and ploy to “get the quiet girl to talk,” I only gave him answers that were short and to the point. (Example: How are you? Good. Are you ready for this test? I think so.) You have to understand that I was very shy and self-conscious, but also he had this way of joking with me and teasing me, such that I never knew if he was flirting with me or making fun of me. I hoped that he was flirting because I really liked him.

And I thought about talking to him before or after class, but there was always other people around him, which kept me away. Finally the following summer I decided it was time. (Occasionally I do have moments of courage.) Some things in my life had changed dramatically, and I decided that I had nothing to lose. So one day after class, I walked outside and waited for him. When he walked out, he seemed very surprised to see me. All he could say was, “What’s up?”

When I told him that I wanted to talk to him, he looked stunned. We walked over to a bench and sat down. I can’t remember how the conversation went exactly, but I basically explained to him that I felt bad because he had tried to talk to me so many times, and I had very little or nothing to say, and I didn’t want him to think I didn’t like him. He said he figured that I was just shy, and then he told me that he had wanted to ask me out for a while but he wasn’t sure what my situation was or whether I’d be interested. He also told me that he had even asked around to see if anyone else knew how to get in touch with me. (It was so good to know that I wasn’t the only one who had these feelings, especially considering how very little we actually knew each other.)

That evening we exchanged phone numbers and made plans to go out. I wanted to be “realistic” and keep my expectations low because I had been burned before, and yet I couldn’t help but feel hopeful and think of the possibilities. And sure enough, within the first few weeks of dating, he exceeded even my greatest expectations. Everything just seemed to come together perfectly. Just when it seemed like I might be entering a period of doom and gloom, he saved me. He showed me what it was like to have someone who truly cared for me. There was a strong connection between us immediately and we fell in love. Since then we’ve been inseparable.

After dating for about a year, we graduated from college, and four months later we got married in December of 2006. Since I’ve known my husband, he’s brought so much joy and happiness into my life. He’s been my best friend, and every day I thank God for bringing him into my life!


My Word for 2009

Tip Junkie is having a contest where everyone has to tell what their word for the year is. I decided that I would get in on the action too.

For some reason, the first word that came to my mind was Peace. I tried to think of something else, but my brain just kept coming back to Peace. And no, not world peace! I don’t really believe in the notion of world peace…it’s kind of a humorous concept actually.

It’s more like inner peace. I tend to worry about things a lot and I get very anxious and apprehensive over the smallest things. I think my life would be 100% better if I worried less. In the past, I’ve faced a lot of challenges, and somehow everything turned out alright. This past my husband and I were faced with a ton of challenges, and I have a feeling that this year will be no different.

And apart from my personal life, I worry about world affairs. I don’t talk about world events on the blog, because it’s not that kind of blog. But I am an avid news watcher and political junkie with strong opinions, and sometimes I get a little worked up about things. While I don’t think ignoring the problems is a good idea (everyone should be informed & involved), I do think it’s a bad idea to live in fear all the time.

So this year, I am going to try my best to be at peace with myself, my circumstances, and the world around me. Whatever will be, will be.

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Our New Additions: Rebel & Dixie

I just had to do a post on our new kitty cats. My mom’s cat had 4 kittens at the end of March, and we decided to take a couple off of her hands. I was unsure about getting them at first because we live in an apartment, and I’ve never had an inside cat, but my husband convinced me that I’d love it. So I picked out the gray cat. Then on the night we came over to get him, we were watching them all play, and my husband convinced me that we really needed 2, because if we just took one, it would have nobody to play with. So he got his pick of the litter too. (I think he’s gone soft!)

So here are Rebel (left) and Dixie (right). As you know, we’re both into history. And my husband thought it would be funny to name the cat Johnny Reb because of his gray color. Then I suggested that we just call him Rebel for short. On the way home, were talking about what to call the other cat, and I suggested that we call her Dixie/Dixie Belle. Ya know, so their names would go together.
They love to play together and fight all over the house. Though in this picture, they almost look like their sharing a laugh and a hug. Dixie’s a lot smaller than Rebel, but she’s feisty and fearless.

Dixie is the ultimate lap kitty. Whenever she gets tired, she finds the nearest lap to sit in and get petted, and if you aren’t sitting down, she will follow you around, stare at you, and give you the “broken meow” until she can convince you to do what she wants.

She’s also just a little bit stingy. She likes to take the toys away from Rebel, and the other night my husband was petting Rebel, and she swatted at his hands, and then laid across Rebel, so that she could be petted instead of him. But she’s a very playful and sweet Kitty too.

Here she is kissing my husband. Yes, she is doing this voluntarily. Sometimes my husband puckers up first, and other times she actually climbs on him and starts licking his lips. It is so cute and funny. If I can get a good video of it, I’ll post it here.

Rebel “loves” the camera. Well, maybe he doesn’t love it, but he does seem very photogenic. He was the Mama’s boy of the litter and kind of a “scaredy cat.” He was often found hiding in a corner. In fact, he was terrified the night we brought him home with us, but he’s adjusted very well. He seems to love it here, and he is becoming quite the adventurer.

When Rebel’s not fighting with Dixie or playing Kitty Soccer, he is pretty much a self-entertainer. Here he shows us his self-entertaining skills, playing with a toy mouse. He’s also fascinated by books, newspapers, and the golf channel.

Here he is sleeping. He’s not as much of a lap kitty as his sister, but he does like to be close to someone when he goes to sleep. Tonight he actually went to sleep with his paws wrapped around my husband’s finger. Isn’t he sweet?

Well, that’s all for now. Sorry if you don’t like cats, but I just love these guys and had to share them!

Fun Quiz: What kind of Flower Are You?

Here’s something kind of fun for you. I found a link to this quiz on 3 Sides of Crazy. I found it interesting because the description fits me exactly. In fact, I should have known I’d be a “shy violet,” before I even took the thing!

Here were my results:
“You have a shy personality. You tend to hesitate before trying new things or meeting new people. But once people get to know you, you open up and show the world what you are really all about.”

(They left out pensive and overly analytical and cautious. But then again, maybe that’s just me! )

I am a

What Flower
Are You?

Need a Virtual Assistant or a Writer? I’m hiring myself out.

Hey guys. For a while, I’ve been thinking a lot about home businesses. I don’t have kids yet, but I do have hopes of being a stay at home mom. My mother stayed home with me when I was a kid, and I feel that it’s important, and it’s just something I want to do.

At the same time, I’d like the opportunity to make money. Money isn’t everything, but in this day and age, it’s just about the closest thing to air. So over the past several months I’ve been contemplating & considering different business ideas. I’ve come up with several ideas, some of which I may try if I can get the money & “stuff” I need (& assuming I have the time). But for right now I’ve decided to try this one.

I enjoy writing and I’ve had a lot of experience with writing & I’ve also worked in business for several years, so I decided to set up a website (actually a blog) to market my skills as a writer and an virtual assistant. I’m still in the process of working out all the details and deciding exactly what I’m going to do. (in fact I haven’t even posted all my virtual assistant information yet) But I wanted to go ahead and sort of introduce the concept here and hopefully get some input from you guys.

For more details on this, visit

If you need help with anything for your home office, your small business, or your personal blog/website, I’d love for you to hire me. Or if you know somebody that’s looking to hire a virtual assistant (for online or offline tasks), a copywriter, or anything along those lines, please send them my way. (and I’ll come up with some way to thank you later!)

When I have more details up on the website, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, I invite you to check out and let me know what you think.

In Celebration of National Poetry Month, I Present Some My Favorite Poems

Hello Everyone! Since I’m a big literature fan, and because April is National Poetry Month, I thought it would be fun to share some of my favorite poems with you guys.

Poetry may not have anything to do with recipes, organizing, housekeeping or any of the other things I usually blog about, but poetry, art, music, and literature is good for the soul.

Poetry is a great escape from the troubles and day to day struggles of our lives and our world. It gives us the opportunity to explore the past and present, to learn new things about ourselves, and gain insight into the human condition.

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Bright Star by John Keats

The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

The Widow’s Lament in Springtime by Wiliam Carlos Willaims

To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick

Loveliest of Trees by A.E. Housman

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe

The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd by Sir Walter Raleigh

The Mending Wall by Robert Frost

The Lamb by William Blake

The Tiger by William Blake

Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

Mr. Flood’s Party by E.A. Robinson

Miniver Cheevy by E.A. Robinson