How We Met

Joe moved in down the street from me in 2001. I saw this good looking guy in a white pickup; he had sexy arms (his arms were the only other thing besides his face I could see when he was driving; I have a thing about arms). I watched him from my end of the street, and learned his routine. I would be walking out the door in the morning as he was leaving. I'd hear the rumble of that big white truck and rush out the door. My kids must have thought I was nuts. I just wanted to get a look at him.

Oh joy, it was Girl Scout Cookie Season. That meant I could use my daughter to meet this guy. We go to his door, and he answers; there is an adorable little blonde headed girl wearing daddy's t-shirt standing next to him. I was struck mute and was only able to get out a few words about when the cookies would be arriving. And I didn't get his name; he only put his last name on the order form. Didn't put his phone number either. A couple weeks later, I was coming back from my grandfather's funeral in Arkansas. Joe showed up at my door and asked if the cookies were in yet. I gave him his cookies and he bought a couple extra boxes. He seemed a very nice guy. Even better looking close up. (nice ass too) After the emotional ass whipping I had taken that weekend, this was a nice break. Still, I didn't know his first name. Gutless me, I didn't ask. I had been praying to meet this guy since the first time I saw him.

Fast forward a year and two months. I have this cool neighbor,Bubba, a guy who's about 7 years younger than me. He's a friend to everyone in the neighborhood. Always inviting people over. He hangs out in his garage drinking beer and working on his Bronco. (The Redneck Mobile) He invited Joe over a couple times while I was there; we said polite hellos, but neither of us had the guts to really talk. As it turns out, Joe thought I was dating one of Bubba's friends. So he wouldn't approach me. A couple weeks after this, I had in fact been asked out by Bubba's friend, Dickless, but he stood me up. That's when I said "Lord, I'm through trying to do this by myself. It's in your hands." The next night, Bubba invited me and my other neighbor, Julie, to come down to Joe's house for a beer. They were in the garage drinking. Julie had, unbeknownst to me until that moment, had a crush on Joe. I had had one longer than her, so I decided to go for it.

We all walk over and I proceeded to down 5 16-ounce Budweisers. It took about three hours, actually. I went to the bathroom 5 times; the last time I actually went in to puke, but I was able to resist it. Anyway, during this evening, Joe and I began to talk and discovered we actually have quite a lot in common. Then, it happened. He was telling me about how he loves to ride his dirt bike. He put his hand on my knee, looked into my eyes, and asked me if I'd like to go riding with him sometime. I managed to squeak out "sure".

At the end of the evening, he walked me home, held my hand, and we talked some more. It just so happened that he had been praying for God to bring someone into his life, and he had been praying that God would make the way for him to meet me.

Don't you know, I floated to bed that night. We were together pretty much every day since; and our daughters were like sisters within a month. I couldn't have asked for more. He is exactly what I have been praying for.

We were married on April 18th, 2004, in a beautiful back yard in front of two huge fig trees. It was perfect. Our three daughters were our flower girls.