Cathy the Librarian

I don’t usually post this many times in one day, heck I don’t usually post this many times in one week! However this morning I received a call that warranted a post. I actually posted this on another blog, so I’m sorry Adrienne, if you read this, you can stop reading now.

I got a call on the phone from one of those telemarketers and she immediately asked to speak to my mommy. That’s right, not my mom or my mother, but my mommy. She should have just asked to speak to the head of the household or something to save us all our dignity, but that would have been too easy, and I would have one less post.
Then I proceeded to tell her that I AM the mommy. Unless I imagined everything, I was pretty sure that I was pregnant and in labor for hours… usually people that call their mom, mommy haven’t had the experience of childbirth…
Wait! I call my mom mommy.
Damn!
Nevermind.
Anyway, I still have the right to be pretty preturbed. And I was.

BTW, I checked to see that I was spelling preturbed right (which I’m still not so sure of) and the first entry was for the urban dictionary which stated:

someone who is a biatch after being pissed off

“Ms. Hammy was preturbed after I abruptly threw my bumblebee project at her in science class.”

Double BTW The original post spelled science wrong but I decided to change it.

So anyway, after all that she wanted me to take a TWENTY MINUTE survery on grocery stores. In any other circumstance I would have been intrigued, since I have a crazy desire to take surveys… it makes me feel like I make a difference or something. But the lady ruined it for me so I told her no. Besides, I was watching my SON and a cartoon that I just adore on Nickelodeon called Avatar: the Last Airbender. My husband of course says I’m insane and act like a kid, but maybe that’s part of the appeal. 🙂

ten years is such a long time
and has gone by so quickly
it was only yesterday, wasn’t it?
I was flirting
you were shocked
my parents were concerned
and my sisters with their questions

so unusual and so perfect
Marx Brothers movies
Quake matches
and apple pie

I have grown into a woman
with you by my side
and yet
I still feel 17 years old
and silly
when you waggle those eyes

when did we become adults?
how have these ten years
come upon us
suddenly
unexpectedly
like wild fire
catching and burning
everything in sight

what does this mean
to love another
until it hurts
until you gasp for breath

ten years later
and your hands
still tender
still safe

where would we have been
if not together
two people searching
two people alone

everyday life takes hold
grips and strangles
sometimes bickering
sometimes nagging

we are able to conquer all
realizing what love is
more important
more sacred

My ten year anniversary with Jeff! We started dating the summer of my senior year in high school. Plus its our four year wedding anniversary. The reason I remember our wedding year is because we had little favors that said:

Cathy and Jeff
say I do
August 3, 2002

Cheesy but cute.

Unfortunately, I have to work tonight, so we can’t do anything together. 🙁 Funnily enough… or I guess its weirdly enough, we “actually” got married some time in March, because I didn’t want to be off health insurance and my parents couldn’t keep me on theirs anymore. Very romantic, isn’t it? Jeff and I pretend that the March date doesn’t exsist, but sometimes I think about it.

The “wedding” in March was sweet. My parents, his parents, Jeff and I went to our pastor’s house. She had just been meditating a few minutes earlier and when we got there, there was a horrible burning smell in the house. Her cat had flicked  her tail into the candle. Burnt cat fur is REALLY stinky.

Our pastor was very sweet and the whole thing was very nice and cozy… sometimes I think that I liked this wedding better than the big one. Our real wedding wasn’t full of pomp and circumstance or anything, but there were about 100 people, it was busy and crazy, and everything went by in a flurry. Plus those big wedding dresses are hot in the summer!

The Presbryterian service was nice and simple. The choir (which we are members of) sang a beautiful song in the middle. The bridesmaids and I all had sunflowers which were a lovely shade of yellow. At the end, instead of a limo, Jeff tried to fit me into his Lotus Elan, which is quite a small car. It’s not the smallest car in the world, but when you are trying to get all your crinoline into a car that size… well its amuzing for everyone except the person with the crinoline.

We had the reception in Jeff’s parents’ backyard, which was so beautiful. More than I ever had the eye to see. We ate Dinosaur Barbeque… which EVERYONE loved! Much yummier than those pretencious salads with dandelion or boring as macaroni salad, chicken, ziti and sauce buffet. Plus my godmother made the cake and my mother-in-law and the rest of the family made cookies that people could take home.

It was a lot of fun!… and I must say today will probably be very disappointing in comparison.