Our "Love" Story

Stan and I met when we were 15 years old. I babysat for his sister and she kept telling him she wanted him to meet her "cute" babysitter. The night he finally came home with her, my sister Susan was babysitting. She always tried to claim him because she met him first. I just remind her that he asked me out first. We could not date yet, because I was not allowed to until I was 16. This picture is taken at his sisters house the evening of our first date. My 16th birthday, he took me out to dinner at a Chinese Restaurant in downtown Seattle.
Now, don't laugh at the glasses, I was stylin. You can admire the tiny waist though.
We were basically inseparable from that time on. I really do not remember when Stan proposed. It must have been in the winter or early spring of 1965 because we got married that summer. July 10th.
Forty four years ago this year.
Stan had just turned 19 on June first and I would turn 19 on July 29th. I look at these pictures now and realize how naive we both were.
We have had a good marriage. We have had some very high mountains that we have conquered and some very deep valleys to dig ourselves out of. We have experienced the very best a couple can experience and we have fallen to the pit of despair.
After we were married about 15 years, Stan became a believer. I had been one all of my life. I see now how great our God is. I know some of what we have weathered together we would have never made it through except He was there guiding us all the way. I praise and thank Him for his continued mercies toward us as we still are prone to stumble on this rocky path of life.
At this point in our life, we are very good friends. We love one another deeply, but we also like each other. We enjoy little things together, we enjoy one another's company. We love to get in our car on a warm spring or summer morning and go for a
drive, usually culminating in a trip across the Cascade Mountains, returning in the evening to our home. We like to sit in our living room in the evening, each with a book quietly reading or if I am knitting, he will read excerpts from the book he is reading to me. We do not have grand expectations any more. We are comfortable with one another. Kind of like a good pair of shoes. You know, the ones that do not pinch your toes.
Since we are both 62 years old and we have been together since we were 15, that is 47 years we have been a couple. Note to my children: Six years to plan the big one, you know the one I am speaking of:)

Above picture was taken on our 25th Anniversary. The bottom at Kris's wedding about 2 years later.

Several of you asked for this story, but Frizzy of Heaven's gift was the first to ask. I hope I answered your questions, maybe all of you will be around for the big 50 bash.

It is no wonder "O" wants

to shut Rush and Sean up.
I just heard this on Rush.
“My administration,” the president added, “is the only thing between you and the pitchforks.”
He was speaking to the CEO's of the banking industry.
You can go here to read the whole report.
Some of you are saying the above link does not work, so you can also use tis one.http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0409/20871.html

To all of my faithful "fluff" readers, I apologize for going in a very different direction in the past few posts, but my country and freedom is to important to ignore what is happening right now. There may be a day that I can concentrate on "fluff" again. I pray so, I would rather be light and happy in what I blog.

Answer to question #1

I've only been reading your blog a little while, so I don´t know anything about you. You wrote a while back, that you lived in Alaska. What kind of work did you/your hubby do there? How did you live there? You live in Vancouver, Wa. now? We used to live in Vancouver, BC! :)
April 1, 2009 3:12 PM

This question came from Betty, so here goes my answer or explanation.
Stan and I moved to Alaska in 1971. We left our four children with my parents and he and my sister and I drove the famous Al-Can to Anchorage. When we left Seattle, we had $400.00 to our names. We decided to drive until we had spent 1/2 of our money. If we were not at least 1/2 way to Alaska we would turn around and go home. We made it to Anchorage with a little to spare. It was during the height of the pipeline and we were unable to find an apartment. We pitched our tent in a park right outside of the city limits and Stan found a job. At the time he did auto body and fender work. We stayed there for six weeks until we had enough money to go get the kids and return. When we got back up there, there were still no apartments to be had. By that time I was certain that we were expecting our fifth child. We stayed in the park until Labor Day weekend when we finally found a small two bedroom apartment that would allow us to rent with four children. The baby I was carrying, Jeffery Matthew, is now our angel baby waiting for us to reunite with him for eternity. Had he lived, he would be 37 years old. The short story is that I fell down a flight of snow and ice covered stairs while I was carrying Kris, our youngest at that time, in my arms. I knew that evening that the fall had killed him but he did not come for another week after the fall.
I was sick all winter because of the fall, and now know that the quack I went to did not give me the care I needed. I spent the winter crying, throwing up, and hemorrhaging. In the spring we packed up and returned to Seattle. We were there for a month before Stan said he was going back up. I could stay or go back with him. I choose the later. After that move we stayed there for eleven years. Tricia, Its My Crazy Life and I Love It, and Gina, A Handful of Life, were both born up there.
Most of the time, I was a SAHM, but I worked a little in a couple of fabric stores and began my bank experience up there. Stan continued in the body and fender business, working his way up to managing the largest shop in Anchorage.
We now live in a small town about 40 miles north of Seattle. It is three miles east of I-5. It is called Arlington. We moved here from Anchorage and except for the four years we spent in Marietta Georgia, while Stan attended Chiropractic College, we have lived here.
Our Daughter, Tricia lived in Vancouver Wa. before she left recently for Kotzebue Alaska.
Hope that answers all of your questions, Betty, and thanks for reading me. I hope you continue to do so.
Any other questions, go ahead and ask, I will do my best to answer.

NBC is grading "O"

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29493093
Click on the above link to go grade him. Those of you who know me know I will not willingly say or print his name. Just go there, let them know how you feel. Not how I feel, but how you feel.

Glenn Beck: We Are Not Alone - 9/12 Project - We The People - Forgotten Man - We Surround Them Pt. 1

I am answering on of the questions tonight. I planned to wait until tomorrow to begin answering, but this is to important.
Do not let fear cloud your judgement. We have a country we need to protect so our children can grow up in freedom. Freedom to worship, to education, to live as our fathers dreamed. Do not give the up the dream. It works because God ordained it.

Since I seem to have

run out of anything witty or inspirational to say, I think I will copy a few of you and let you ask me questions that I will answer for you. If you think there is anything in my life that may interest you. Just fire away and I will try to answer them as honestly as I can.