June 25, 2013

• How To Get A Man: Redneck Edition

  

  Even though I was standing on a bar stool
  hootin’ and hollerin’ when you first laid eyes on me,
  you asked me to dance anyway.

  Even though I puked in your combat boots
  the night before Thanksgiving,
  you married me anyway.

  Even though we’ve had to rumble with more in sickness
  than in health these 29 years,
  you love me anyway.

  I find you incredibly glorious,
  enduring
  gentle.
   
  and handsome.

  Happy Anniversary, Hunky.

  
   

   

  MM Quotes:

  I also remember you making snow angels out at the back gate to McConnell AFB while I was trying to get a pass for my vehicle from the security folks. “Yep, she’s completely sober officer”

  The closest we came to a marriage proposal was when she had heard from our friend Tim, that our unit was deactivating and all the people would be leaving.
  [Tamy] “Were you just going to leave without telling me?”
  [Bob]: “Well I was thinking of taking you with me”
  [Tamy]: “I ain’t shacking up with you”
  [Bob]: “I was thinking I’d marry you”
  [And there's the romantic proposal] Haha

  Redneck Wedding: 25 June 1984, Sedgwick County Courthouse, Wichita, KS. My car was at the shop for repairs so our friend, Susan gave us a ride to the courthouse in her pickup truck. The judge asked if we wanted it short/sweet or the “religious vows” (we chose the latter even though neither of us was “religious”). The reception was at Tamy’s parent’s place, a backyard BBQ with lawn-chairs and coolers full of refreshments. Our wedding night was spent in a rough trailer park on South Broadway where we were renting an old mobile home with no air conditioning. And none of that mattered because this Iowa boy was in love with this Kansas girl and neither one of us needed anything but each other.

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