On This Date...

...Many, many years ago, I was a freshman in highschool. Our choir joined other choirs for something called a choir festival. My alto friends and I noticed that there were too many altos, but a small amount of tenors, so being the thoughtful, helpful, desperate girls that we were decided to join the tenors.

From this one decision, I met four eligible and equally thoughtful, helpful and desperate highschool guys. One of them I spent years fighting off with a stick, one smelled like a kitchen, one has a career in music and one...the dreamy one who now that I think about it looked an awful lot like Kelso from "That 70's Show" I liked so much it made me sick.

Yes. Physically sick. Especially on our first official 'date', which as I recall amounted to the professional tenor and my highschool friend Jan, and Kelso and I eating frozen pizza at my house on a very very snowy December 15.

But, I was so nervous. In the past, being nervous for me has always meant throwing-up. I have no idea why, but that's what I did. Before Christmas programs, first days of school, first day of a new job...time to throw-up.

Now, add to that - first date. Well, if you can call that a date. Anyway, it was most unpleasant. This time though, I did not throw-up before, no...I waited to throw-up DURING the date. I'm not going to tell you more than that. But, I will add that this was not the last time. In front of this same guy, I threw-up two more times, on two separate occasions.

This guy moved out of state a few years later and I lost track of him. I did remember a few things about him though. And, also what he aspired to in highschool. This caused me to be able to successfully 'google' him. He now lives in the south and pastors a baptist church.

I'm sure you are all asking, 'Did you throw-up on your first date with The Husband God Gave You?' No. Not on the first date. Actually, it was about six and one half years after our first date, when I was trying to give birth to Oldest Son. I consented to Demoral (actually, i think it was when i was screaming KILL ME that someone shot a dart of it at me) and this caused me to throw-up. While holding that pink kidney-shaped bowl for me, I distinctly remember THGGM saying, "Well, finally, I made you throw-up."

Somehow, it seems like there should be a better way to end this post, but all I can think of is to say that he still has the power to make me throw-up to this day. THGGM, that is.

He will be driving home from Chicago this afternoon in a little black Ford Focus. The weather around the lake sure doesn't sound very promising. I want him home so badly (for three whole weeks) that I am so nervous I could throw-up. Instead, I'll be praying for his safe return all day.

Feel free to join me in that.