It has been a long time I know but life hasn't allowed me the chance, or rather I haven't been able to manage the time to blog...but I'm here now.

First off, this is what transpired today. But, first a little history. November last year was my husband's brother and my cousin's 25th wedding anniversary. It was the weekend that I was at the beach which was planned and paid for way before their anniversary party was planned. My 25th wedding anniversary is this April and I specifically told my daughters and hubby that I didn't want a party - especially a surprise party. Well, my daughters came home from school today and told me they had a secret that they thought I should know about. Well, apparently my husband's older sister called my mother and asked if there was going to be a party for our anniversary. Well this got my mother going and she was calling around and discussing this "surprise party" for my hubby and I. Now remember my girls knew how we felt about this. So, my oldest made the phone call to her aunt to let her know that we didn't want a party and my youngest broke the news to my mom. I'm sure I will hear about this from my mother who feels that because my brother and I didn't have a party for her and my father that we (my husband and I) should have one.

Okay a little history inserted in here. My parent's marriage was a joke to us as we grew up. My mother was constantly putting my father down and my father with his own bad habits could no right in her eyes. There were more tears between the two of them then love expressed and this was what my brother and I were exposed to. Why would we have a party to celebrate a marriage like that? Am I wrong or what in thinking that when you celebrate a marriage with a party it should at least be a happy one. Don't get me wrong at this point - that is NOT the reason I don't want a party of my own for the 25th.

Also part of this history is my hubby's oldest sister. I have always thought of her as a little strange. When my cousin and I started dating her brothers, she had stated that God talked to her and told her that G (hubby's brother, cousin's hubby) was to marry her then roommate Becky. I personally didn't know that God spoke to people about things that pertained to others. This sister told me over Christmas that she would like to have lunch with me and get to know me better - now remember that I have been in this family for over 25 years. Then she sent me a card telling me that she would like to get to know me better and talk about how Jesus played a role in my life. HUH?????? wait.....HUH HUH HUH HUH???? Where did this come from and what business is it of this woman?

Now in case you haven't guessed it - I'm a fairly private person. Of course I have opened up fairly well here and to a select few friends but for the majority of people who know me I am a private person. My spirituality is not something I shout from the rooftop - try to live it more than talk about it.

As for the reason of not wanting a 25th wedding party - hubby and I would rather celebrate it ourselves with our daughters. We really haven't done stuff for our anniversary for years. As for me personally, it feels strange with me being in love with two men to celebrate a marriage. Even though I love my husband and the fact that we made it to 25 years still happy with each and getting along as well as we do says something about our marriage but then again - there is another man. My problem! No simple solution!

Soooooo what else is new? My aunt's funeral was yesterday. She was my father's sister and she was 75 years old. She was also the mother of the cousin who married my husband's brother. She was like a second mother to me growing up. I spent many nights at her house - my dad would ask her to "watch over me" while my mother was in the hospital having a "nervous breakdown." She was a good person - lived a very wholesome life and was one of the most generous woman I have ever known - gave love freely without asking anything back. She will be missed but the memories live on.

My youngest has moved out. Yes, moved out. Something I thought would never happen. It was kind of sudden to - I believe my jaw broke when it hit the floor when she told me. She has moved in with my mother. Her decision totally. I would have talked her out of it but she is old enough to make her own decisions. Her reasoning? Well, she sees the burden my mother puts on my oldest and felt that if she (the youngest) was there that it would alleviate some of that on the oldest. She also felt that there would be less distractions there (no internet, no cable - although my mother has the dish) and she could concentrate more on her studies. Then there is the larger room. She moved into my old room at my mother's which is double the size of her room here. She has it fixed up VERY nice. She is striking out on her own - my little baby. I just hope my mother doesn't change her. But she is a strong young lady and won't take crap.

And that pretty much sums up some of what has been happening - well along with work and such. My honey came back from his golf trip but not before burying his father. He left earlier than planned to attend the funeral of his father and then drove to Myrtle Beach with his brother. He was gone for 1-1/2 weeks and I missed him. I loved watching the kitties and they fit in at my house perfectly but it was nice to have him home and the kitties back with him. Next post if I don't forget remind me to tell ya about the visit to the adult store that my friend and I visited and how that visit has revived the ole sex life with Doc. woohooo!!!