Friday, September 30, 2011

The Cast: Family Edition

Now that you've met Husband, I'll introduce you to the rest of my family.  Let's start with Mum and Dad.. and yeah, I know, they're super cute.

John and Debbie
Mum and dad had many professions when I was a kid. Between the two of them, they conquered truck driving, factory work, computer work, delivering papers, and I'm sure a whole lot of stuff that I don't even remember.  However, when I was a senior in High School they added one final career to their resumes.  They became Pastors.  This calling wasn't too far from stuff they had going on the side.  They were quite popular as song evangelists and preachers.  In fact, one church liked them so much, they asked them to be their full time Pastors.  

Let me tell you the kind of parents my Mum and Dad are.  The year the church called them just happened to be my Senior Year in High School.  Bethel was about an hour and a half away from where Skowhegan.  My parents discussed it, and decided it wasn't fair to move since I only had one year left.  So for that whole school year, my parents commuted to the church, all so I could graduate with my friends.  So every Friday night, we would pack up and head to Bethel, stay the weekend and travel back home Sunday night so I could be at school Monday morning.  I know it was inconvenient for them, but they never once complained.  They probably never knew how much that meat to me.

Mum and Dad are now retired and living in Florida.  They live just a few short minutes from my grandparent's winter home.  One winter they decided they were done with Maine winters.  The looked for a home in FL, and a few short months later, they moved.  I miss them, but I think it was the right move.

Next I would like to introduce you to my older brother, Joe, and his wonderful wife, Donna.
Joe and Donna
Joe was your typical older brother.  He would chase and torture me, but then be as sweet as candy the next minute.  He probably doesn't remember this, but I remember him telling me I was pretty one day with those "blue eyes and blonde hair".... it stuck with me all these years.  But then again, so did him chasing me around the house, with me trying to get away from him by fleeing into mom and dad's room.  My brother and I are much closer these days.  It's funny how adulthood does that to folks.

And his wife is phenomenal!  I have to admit, I didn't know her all that well until a little over a year ago.  But since this whole illness thing has sidelined me, I have gotten to know her very well.  In fact, sometimes I have to remind her that she's married to my brother, so she can stop sharing... lol.  But if I had a choice to go back in time and avoid all this but not get to know her, I would go through all this again, she means that much to me!

Next up is my little sister, Crystal, and her husband, Shaun.

Crystal and Shaun

Crystal, a.k.a Sister, is 9 years younger than me.  When we were kids, she was a biter (yes, she's outgrown it), and spoiled rotten!!  We've had some good times together.  In fact, I'll do another blog about Sister, just to share some of those stories.  We are as close as sisters can be.  Her family lives with mum and dad, but we make sure to keep in touch via Skype.  In fact, it is not uncommon for us to Skype 4-6 hours at a time.  We will start around mid morning, have lunch together, we take potty breaks and then meet back at our computers.... yeah, it's marathon Skyping for sure.  

Shaun is Crystal's husband.  If my memory serves me right, my mom introduced them.  She found out Shaun was single, and dragged my sis over to him.  And now, they're married with the cutest little girl, Liliana.  Prepare yourself, she is super cute....
Isn't she just the cutest?!  One day, my sister said that Lili was playing with her toy computer and was pretending to Skype with me.  She brought the computer over to Sister to say hello.  And these days, every time it's time to say goodbye, she doesn't want to say bye.... she wants to say Hi.  And then she wants to sing every song she knows for me.  Yes, we can Skype for 6 hours, and she doesn't want anything to do with me.  Time to say goodbye?  All of a sudden, she can't bear to see me go.

A few days ago, we told her that I would be coming to visit soon.  Sister asked her if she was excited.  Her reply, "I'm excited to see Auntie on the street. Come live with us Auntie."  Yeah, if I lived closer, she would be totally spoiled... well, more than she already

So that's the family.  You'll get to know them a little better the longer you read.  Sometimes I swear my family could be a sitcom.  So stay tuned!

Until next time...

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The Cast

I thought I would take a few posts to introduce you to the cast in this movie I call my life.  I'll post some pics and videos so you can get a true sense of why the people in my life are the best out there :).

Let's start with my husband.  His name is Andrew.  It actually took me a while to find a picture of the two of us.  He's a bit camera shy.  As you can see, he's just a little taller than me, but I kinda like that.... makes it easier to get things off the top shelf.  Husband doesn't accompany me on too many fiascoes.  He's much more of a homebody.... not to be confused with a homeboy.  But he always finds sufficient time to roll his eyes at me and my escapades.  

 Andrew and I met back in the early years of the internet.  There was no Facebook or Twitter... no eHarmony or sites like that.  We met in a chat room on mIRC (who remembers that?!).  We enjoyed chatting, so then we moved to talking on the phone.  Then we decided it was time to meet.  I was in college in MA and he was working in FL at the time.

I remember very clearly sitting across from my mom at a Chinese restaurant trying to work up the gumption to tell her about Andrew.   I guess you would say we were slightly ahead of the internet dating curve.  I told my mom, and she reacted pretty much as I thought she would.  She was concerned for my safety and well being so she and my dad contacted Andrew's parents to confirm that he was exactly who he claimed to be.  Everything looked on the up and up so off I went to meet this strange man.

We had a nice time over that week.  But at the end of it, I had decided that I didn't think I was interested.  So I left thinking I had gained a new friend.  When I got back home from that trip, there was a dozen roses waiting for me.  So after careful consideration, I decided that a man that sends roses is perhaps worth giving a shot.  Over the next few months, we continued to chat and talk.  He came to Maine for a visit.  I visited him a few times.  

When my birthday rolled around in 1997, Andrew sent me a beautiful pair of emerald earrings.  I showed them to my dad, and he made the comment that "A man doesn't give that kind of gift unless he's serious.  So if you're not serious about him, you need to do something about that now." I spent the next few weeks at camp thinking about what my dad had said.  And it freaked me out.  Completely.  So, I broke up with Andrew.  He said he would be waiting when I changed my mind.

I didn't think I was going to change my mind.  But one simple thing happened that made me realize that Andrew was indeed "The One".  I had met a nice guy named Steve over that summer.  We went out a few times, and he came and met the family.  He was sweet, and caring and all those good qualities.  But there was just one thing that I couldn't get over.  The man couldn't carry a tune to save his life.

Anyone that knows me is well aware that I love music.  I had a checklist for the man I would marry.  On that list was the ability to sing.  And I'm not talking, yeah, he can carry a tune, kind of singing.  I was specific... he had to be GOOD... real good.  Steve had come to church with me one Sunday.  The music director had us stand and open our hymnals to sing How Great Thou Art.  The pianist and organist started playing away, and then came time for us all to begin to sing.  The sound that came from Steve was, shall we say, special.  I know we are to make a joyful noise and all that jazz.  But I must be honest... it was not pretty.  Poor Steve, he was singing with all his might, and all I could think about was his voice.  I half expected the Lord to send a lightening bolt down and smite me right then and there.  But it was in that moment, that I knew Andrew was keeper.  

In case you're wondering, I let Steve down easy.  He called me after Andrew and I got engaged to ask me out to dinner.  I told him dinner would be lovely, but I needed to let him know that I was now engaged.  All he said was that it hurt his heart.  We never did do dinner, and I never heard from him again.  I've often wondered what happened to Steve.  But, he just wasn't the one.

With Andrew and I, we came to that point in our relationship that one of us had to move.  I said I wasn't going to, so he moved to Maine.  We got married October 6, 2001... so next week we will be celebrating 10 years of marriage.  As with all things, it's had its ups and downs.  But that's life.  We wouldn't enjoy celebrating the highs so much, if we had never experienced the lows.

So, that's the first member of my cast.... Andrew... a southern boy stuck in snowy Maine.

Until next time....

And thus it begins...

Throughout my 30 some odd years of life, I've often thought about starting a blog.  Well, maybe not all those years.  I did spend a few of them in diapers... then I had to learn to walk and talk and such.  And then there's the whole - the internet didn't even exist - for a large portion of my life.  But I think you hear what I'm saying.  I never really had the time or energy to really devote to one.

But then one day my sister mentioned starting a blog.  And I thought to myself... self, you should start one.  It took me a while to actually put that plan into motion, mostly because I wanted a really good name for my blog.  My sister and I talked about a few options.  My suggestion?...  "I'm That Awesome" .... because I am.

I sent my suggestion to my friend Hal.  He works for a newspaper and I thought, he'll tell me if that is catchy enough.  It didn't take long before I received a reply from him.... "How about The Humble Supremo"?  I immediately loved it.  As with most things, I ran it by my sister, who also liked it.  So here I am now, writing my first post on The Humble Supremo.

I don't have any real plans for this blog.  It will most likely be a place for me to put the rants and raves that go on in my head.  Sometimes it will be stories from my past.... and ofttimes stories from my present.  I may talk about a movie, the weather, a TV show... who knows what I'll come up with each day.  
My hope is that you will find my journey amusing enough to hang on for this ride.  

Oh, and one more thing... I use "..." quite a bit.  It's my thing... embrace it, love the dot dot dot... for it is my friend :).

Until next time....