I would first like to remind my readers that my "Favorite Things" are in no particular order.  It isn't a countdown or a popularity contest.  It is more about whatever pops into my head that day.  Today is Erv's day, because he went and got me a turkey club from Timmy's just simply because I asked him to without asking anything in return.

On March 28, 2009 I did the one thing that I swore I never would do again.... I got remarried.  For people who know me they might roll their eyes and say "She got married AGAIN?"  Well... yes I did.  I wasn't planning on falling in love again.  In fact... Erv and I almost didn't date because I was still pretty shaken up over my last marriage, and still had feelings both happy and hurt from a couple of previous relationships.  The day that it all changed for us was Erv's birthday.  He was feeling wounded from my rejection and had no intention of talking to me when I brought over a Raspberry Too Tall Cake from M&M Meats.  It ended up that he invited me to go out to dinner with him and the kids... and the rest is history.

We were originally going to get married in some tropical place with me in a fancy wedding dress and just a few of my family members as guests.... but we had a few rough patches and then before we knew it was January and I was headed into the hospital for surgery.  My surgical experience was... rather horrid.  But the best part of my six days in hospital was waking up and feeling this great big bear paw of a hand holding mine. (His ring size is a 15!!)   He use to get in trouble for trying to sneak into my room before visiting hours started and he would always stay late.  When I got home from surgery there were many days that I would just lay on the bed and sob because I could not handle the pain.  The only thing that soothed me was having him hold my hand while he whispered reassurances that this would be worth it and we would get through it.  Two months later at a small ceremony at home including ordered in Chinese food we got married.

Erv is one of my best friends.  He is older than me but we still find a lot in common.  I think he understands me more than anyone else.  Even with my own siblings there are times that I feel like I don't fit in.  Don't get me wrong-- we have our problems and when we fight it isn't pretty... but there is never a doubt that we love each other.  I have no doubt in my mind that he loved me just as much when I was a size 24 instead of the size 14 that I am now.  He can be so silly!  He says that I am one of the strangest women that he knows... I just agree and say that I am the perfect match for him, and he agrees. 

Introductions

Hello people.  I have decided to join the blogging band wagon and start my own blog!  My sister Marty has a very nice blog that I love to check out, so I've been thinking about doing this for awhile.  The problem is that I worry my everyday babblings would be boring to anybody else but moi.  Really... what is the point of writing a blog if nobody wants to read it?

I have been having a really tough time lately.  Between life stresses and illness I have been going crazy.  Last night as I cruised the internet- trying to find the perfect Muppet Show t-shirt- I stumbled across a girl's blog that didn't have too much to say but posted a bunch of pictures and quotes that she found interesting.  That's when my brain kicked into overdrive.  Maybe I could create my own blog... and post things that I really like!  You wouldn't have to suffer through my daily whining about pain and nausea.... we could both take a little time out to think about some of the really great things in life, have a laugh or two, and focus on things to be thankful for. 

Soooooo..... the next hard part was deciding what my opening blog should be about.  It took me a bit of time to decide, but what would be better to introduce my blog than the whole reason I thought about writing a blog?  One of my favorite things in the whole world.... <insert loud "ta-da" here> is.... my baby sister Marty!

Check out my look of total adoration!

   I have often told the story of how I loved her before she was even born.  One of my earliest memories is sitting on the white stool by my parents washing machine and asking my mom when my baby sister was coming.  I still remember the pained, sad look on my mum's face as she tried to explain to 2-year-old me that there wasn't going to be any more babies in our family.  Well... she was wrong, and to this day doesn't know how the 3-year-old me often managed to take Marty out of her crib and bring her down the hallway.  Lots of time has past since then and now Marty is a grown, married woman with four precious babies of her own.  Love you forever and always Cookie! 

She's always there to TRY and keep me on the straight and narrow.....

...but is more than willing to have a lil fun!

 

She's my beautiful baby sister and one of my best friends.

Check out Marty's blog