Cory and I are celebrating our 7th wedding anniversary. So, in true Jayme fashion, I would like to
gift him a story of our relationship. For two reasons. 1. Because I love our comical relationship
and 2. Because I didn’t purchase you a present.
#frugallady #sorry
Our Fairy-Tale:
Once upon a time, a knight in shining armor saw a girl with
long, blonde hair at a house party. He
knew she looked in distress and came to the rescue. He grabbed her arm and whisked her away to
the front of the bathroom line so her vomit would make it in the toilet.
7 years later our fairytale is pretty much the same. We may need to come up with a better story to
tell our children when they ask how we met.
In all seriousness, who knew the “nice guy” at the party
would end up being my husband? I’ll tell
you who has two thumbs and didn’t know… this girl (insert picture of me pointing
at my face with my thumbs). As it turned
out, Cory and I had a lot of mutual friends in common and we had been missing
each other at our friends' gatherings (yeah, let’s call them gatherings instead
of keggers) for about 6 months before actually meeting. Which turned out to be great timing because if
we had met earlier, I don’t think either of us would have been ready for a
relationship.
In honor of our anniversary, here are a few random gems that
describe our relationship:
One rainy Saturday afternoon, when we were up camping, Cory
asked me to go on a 4wheeler ride. It
was rainy and gloomy so I was reluctant to go, but he convinced me to go
anyway. About 30 minutes into the ride
it started to rain. At this point we were driving along the Mississippi and
Cory stopped the 4wheeler and got off to look at the river. He graciously invited me to join but I declined because pouting in the pouring rain seemed more fun than looking at the view. I was so annoyed because at this point I was
drenched and submerged deeply into nature (not my favorite place to be), so I
eventually hopped off the 4wheeler to tell Cory I wanted to go back to the cabin. After I
gave him a piece of my mind, I turned around to get back onto the 4wheeler and
he called my name. I turned around once
more to look at him and he was down on one knee with a ring in his hand. Looking back I kinda wish I wouldn’t have
been such a witch seconds before he decided to ask me to marry him. But I guess he can never say he didn’t know
what he was getting himself into.
Fast-forward to our wedding day:
I spent the morning getting my hair and make-up done,
primping and priming to make sure I felt good on this special day. At 11am we were scheduled to take our first
wedding picture. You know, the typical
picture where the groom is placed facing away from the bride and turns around
to see her for the first time looking angelic in her silky-white wedding
dress. So at 11am, there I stood as my
groom turned around to see me. He looked
gently at me, opened his mouth and said, “I won in golf this morning.” I guess I can’t say I didn’t know what I was
getting myself into either.
Here’s one more story (that I know Cory is going to kill me
for):
So when I was pregnant with Chase, Cory and I met my parents
and aunt and uncle at a local winery.
Since I was pregnant, I was the designated driver. (On a side note: I never owe Cory another
gift because I gave him two pregnancies worth of being the DD.) We were at the winery for a little over an
hour. But don’t worry, Cory used his
time wisely and slammed a few bottles of wine.
It took a couple of guys to get Cory into my passenger’s seat. I drove home with a passed out Cory (or a
sleeping Cory- if he was telling the story).
I ended up splashing his face with some water to wake him up to go
inside once we made it to our house. Cory ended up puking on our bedroom floor-
on white carpet of course. He then
proceeded to step in the vomit. Once he
finally climbed into bed, I started to take off his vomit soaked socks, in an attempt to not ruin the rest of our home. As I was pulling the second sock off, a
passed out Cory, regained just enough consciousness to ask, “Am I getting
lucky?”
But who am I to judge? After all, I once showed up to my college
math class, opened up my bag only to accidentally drop my empty bottle of booze
out of my bag. And of course, to my
horror, the classroom was actually in an auditorium with a slanted floor, so
down and down my empty bottle of Karkov (gag) rolled. So, I gathered my pride, walked down all 11
rows, knelt down next to my teacher’s foot, picked up my empty bottle and
walked back quietly to my seat. I then
looked at my classmate sitting next to me and asked, “Do you have a pencil I
can borrow?” And that, ladies and
gentleman, was how I started my first day of college.
Good thing Cory and I both, kinda, have our acts together
now.
Really though, this guy is not only the awesome husband I knew
he would be, he is also an outstanding daddy to our two little nugget faces! He
goes the distance for us every, single day.
Also, a huge shout out to my sisiter, Jessica, for making me
call back the “nice guy” from the party when I was about to delete his
voicemail message inviting me to a party he was throwing.
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| This is the exact second that Cory is telling me that he won in golf- I shit you not. |
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