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Life goes on, man.

thedudeSo, I’m still alive.  After my last post I had to wait a few more weeks before I could see the cardiologist.  The only problem was that I still didn’t have health insurance and I knew the follow-up visit with the cardiologist and any further testing was just going to put me further in debt.  I had checked into “Obama care” but it was outside of the enrollment period so I was running out of options.  However, if you have a “qualifying life event”, such as a marriage, you can enroll outside of the enrollment period.  So that’s exactly what I did.  I asked Buck if he would go ahead and marry me so that I could get the health insurance.  Very romantic isn’t it?

When I called the Preacher to tell him, I hesitated because this is marriage number three for me and I was afraid he would think I was making anther mistake.  However, when I was telling him about the insurance and how I had to have a “qualifying life event” such as a marriage, he immediately asked, “So when’s the wedding?”  Oh, Daddy.  You’re such a softy.  He knows me so well, and at this point in our lives he doesn’t even bother to question my motives or actions.  I do love that Preacher Daddy of mine.

weddingpicAnyway, because Buck didn’t want me to die and because we were eventually going to get married anyway (I assumed), he agreed and on June 11, 2016, I became a married woman, again.  We planned on going to the courthouse and having a quickie wedding, but his mother wouldn’t allow it.  We ended up having a nice little, and I do mean little, wedding on the back deck of her house.  There were a dozen people there and that included the bride and groom.  My family couldn’t make it due to the short notice, so it was mostly Buck’s family.  My boss lady did come to support me though.  She’s a sweetie.  She even made me a gorgeous bouquet to match my dress.  Speaking of my dress, it wasn’t an actual wedding dress.  It was a white 50’s style dress with a pretty print of cherries and little yellow flowers that I found on Amazon.com for a whopping $25.   I wore red shoes to give it that extra little pop. 🙂

this-is-your-ordinationSo after the wedding there was no honeymoon, just a super short reception and then back home to hang out with our Dude and our Red-Headed Step-Child.  Our Dude is literally our “dude” (you know, the guy you buy your herbs from).  He also is an ordained priest in the Church of the Latter-Day Dude.  (I HIGHLY recommend having your Dude perform your wedding ceremony.)  Our Red-Headed Step-Child is our friend who is a manager of a clothing store by day, and a Drag Queen by night.  She’s Buck’s friend who originally thought I was a crazy stalker luring him to Mississippi to show him my nonexistent shrine to him and then steal his kidney.  Needless to say, they are two of my favorite people.

Now that we’re married it’s time to get back to me…my heart I mean.  I went to the doctor and she told me that I needed to have a heart cath in order for them to find out for certain whether I had any blockages in my heart.  I had that done last Thursday.  They put a tiny tube in a vein in my right wrist and then up to my heart.  I was somewhat medicated so I don’t remember it all, but I assume they shot some dye in, looked around, and saw that there were no blockages.  However, while they were poking around, my heart decided to do it’s crazy arrhythmia thing and they had to give me a shot of something to get it back to normal, temporarily.

So now my wrist is all bruised up and it’s sore, but I’ll live, I hope.  I have a follow-up visit with the doctor on Friday to find out what they are going to do about my wonky heartbeat.  It’s not supposed to be life threatening really, but it’s bad enough to cause me to have lots of chest pain and make me weak and tired all the time.  I’m hoping they are just going to go back in and stick a pacemaker in me and get it over with.

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I may work in a Beauty School, but I am no Beauty School Drop Out. Also, I think this should be my Halloween Costume this year. 🙂

Until then I’m keeping my nitroglycerin pills handy and trying to keep my stress levels low.  That is easier said than done of course.  My job is insane and my co-workers are equally insane and the students like to test my patience and sanity.  I will get through this though, just like everything else.  Even though I may hit bottom, many times, I always make my way back up to the surface long enough to catch my breath.

Until next time…

Peace, love, & happiness.

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Once upon a time…a dream came true.

fairy-tales-002Once upon a time the Preacher’s Daughter lived in the big city of New York.  One day she met a wonderful man.  They talked on the phone and online for hours.  See, the only problem was that he lived in a far off land called Tennessee.  One day she decided to go visit him.  They spent a glorious week together filled with fun, laughter, sex, and just general awesomeness.

After she left and went back to the big city they continued to talk.  One day, he asked her if she would marry him.  Being the silly young girl that she was, she said no.  Stupid silly girl.

They eventually lost touch.  He wouldn’t respond to her emails or calls.  Her heart was broken, but she had no choice but to move on.

Over the years she would think about him and try to find him, with the help of Google, but even Google could not find him.  She feared she had lost him forever.  The Preacher’s Daughter finally moved back down South to be closer to her family, but even though she was closer to Tennessee, she still could not find him.

Then one day, ten years later, she knew that he had a son and she actually remembered the son’s name.  By this time he should be old enough to be on Facebook or something, so she Googled the son’s name.  Holy crap!  There he was!  She knew it was him because he looked so much like his dad.  After a little more searching, she found her Prince Charming!  There he was right on Facebook!

She remained cautious.  Not wanting to scare him away.  So she sent him a friend request.  As soon as he accepted the friend request, he messaged her!  She was in shock.  After ten years of searching, there he was, talking to her, and he was even happy to hear from her.

They started talking and kept talking and talking, and 3,000 messages later, he was driving from Tennessee to see her.  Not just to see her, but to be with her, permanently.

So as he drove down she became more and more excited and a little nervous because after all, it had been ten years.  Preacher’s Daughter finally found her Prince Charming (again) and she wasn’t going to screw it up this time.  🙂

So, the story isn’t over yet; it’s only just begun.  After his arrival I’m sure there will be lots more to tell.  Until then…

Peace, love, & happiness.

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Dropping the L-Bomb

Why do some men feel the urge to say “I love you” so soon?  I’ve always been the type to wait to say those three little words.  I don’t like rushing into things and I want to make sure that what I’m feeling is love and not just lust.  What I don’t understand is why so many men that I’ve dated seem to say “I love you” entirely too soon.  How can they be sure that it’s love?  Do they even realize what they are saying?  Do they really mean it or is it just the lustful passions overwhelming them and clouding their minds?  Are they just trying to get into my pants?  Or am I just continually dating the wrong kinds of men?  Those are all questions that I wish I knew the answers to.

I don’t think that anyone can fall in love after only one or two dates.  Falling in love is supposed to take time, right?  I never really believed in love at first sight either.  Maybe that has something to do with why I don’t understand why men keep telling me that they love me so soon after starting to date them.  There are so many “maybe”s involved that it just confuses me more.

When men say “I love you” to me too soon in a relationship it scares me.  It’s not that I don’t want them to ever say it, I just want them to say it at the right time and in the right way.  I’ve written before that there are two things that you should never say to a woman in bed, “I love you” and “Will you marry me?”  Those two things should be said not only out of bed, but also never over the phone or via text message.  Say it when you’re looking the person in the eyes, and not in a horizontal position.

This is also covered in my list of 10 things that turn me off.  It’s number 9 on the list:  “Men that tell me they love me within the first three months of dating.”  There’s just something about it that doesn’t sit well with me.  I’ve read that it’s acceptable to say “I love you” after the first three months of a relationships.  I found a couple of articles online that give some good information on this subject:

That’s all I have to say for tonight.  I have my second date with EB tomorrow.  I’ll let you know how it goes.  I’ve talked to him a lot more on the phone this week and we’re getting to know each other a lot better.  It’s weird though how when I’m dating someone new, as they tell me things I am constantly having weird thoughts going through my head.  I wonder about things like if he’s being honest, if we’re really compatible, if he’s talking about certain things a lot because he has issues that will hinder our relationship, if we have enough in common to take us beyond the bedroom, or am I just being too analytical?

Good night & happy humping!

13 days until I turn 37

Today marks the 13th day before I turn 37.  As I move closer to 37 my mind wanders.  What are the things that I love and hate the most about myself?  I’m going to use these last 37 days to find out.

13.

I love that I actually had the courage not to answer “yes” to a heart wrenching question tonight.

I hate that I knew in my heart that I shouldn’t say “yes.”

13 is definitely not my lucky number anymore.

 

Love & Sex Q&A #84

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Love & SexIf a month before your wedding your wealthy fiancé(e) suggested drawing up a prenuptial agreement specifying the financial terms of any divorce, how would you react?  What kind of terms do you think would be fair in such an agreement?

First of all, if I had a wealthy fiancé I would not be worrying about a prenup.  Prenups are for punks and gold-diggers.  I’m neither.  If a person has money and is more worried about it than their relationship then they just shouldn’t get married at all.  I have no problem living in sin.  I’ve done it for years, with a few different people.  Believe me, it’s easier to leave a person when you’re not married to them.  Marriage is serious business and should be treated with respect.

I believe that you should get out of a marriage what you put into it.  If you go in with nothing, earn nothing during the marriage, then decide you want a divorce, you get nothing.  If you are getting divorced due to extenuating circumstances such as infidelity or abuse, the “victim” should get at least half of everything.  I know it’s not always black and white with divorce, I’m just giving suggestions.

LOL Just divorced. And no, that's not my car.

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Personally, my first marriage to the Con Artist was a disaster and it took me eight years to get my divorce from him.  He refused to sign the divorce papers, help pay for the divorce, and in the end the Preacher had to help me get a lawyer and get the divorce without the Con Artist’s signature.  I left that marriage with nothing more than my clothes, a wrecked credit score, and a new life in NYC.

My second marriage wasn’t as bad.  I lived with him for two years, was married for two years, then divorced three years ago.  I also left this marriage with next to nothing and more bad credit thanks to his sporadic employment mostly due to his anger management issues.  I’ll admit that in that marriage I was ultimately at fault because I cheated on him.  I’ve never considered myself a cheater, but people do strange things when they are starved for attention.

As usual I’ve strayed from the real question.  Ultimately, I’d be willing to sign a prenup if I really loved the person and knew that they loved me enough to want to marry me.  I would however make sure that there was an infidelity and abuse clause in the agreement.