A reminder to me...

Here is my story of the week. A look into the depth of the beginning school years of my life. It is going to sound strange, and sappy and dumb but I want it recorded so I don't forget more of it than I already have. Its the only "ex" boyfriend that I can talk about without wanting to punch something. It is also the only story that I feel could be turned into an ABC family straight to TV movie.

(Can I be played by Abigail Breslin? she's so cute!)

This is the age I'm referring to, I'm the one sitting in the blue shirt with my mouth open

I always knew I would either marry young or join the convent. I had a fear of being alone and I decided early on in Fourth Grade that I would rather be married to Jesus than die an old maid.

Part of that had to do with the fear of my awesome uni-brow, my poor future children will have to endure this also I'm sure. I don't think Ryan's genes can overpower that thing.

I got married for the first time at the age of 8... maybe 9. Out on the playground to a boy named Travis. I met him in first grade and we were forced to hold hands in line walking to the library. After that was a 2 and a half year long relationship that was the craziest emotional rollercoaster I have ever been on. This is the first boy I kissed behind the giant old tree at the edge of the playground and later told him I was wearing "rubber lips" in a fight so it wasn't real. This is the boy that I married on the basketball court with paper flowers and my little classmates standing by as bridesmaids and groomsmen, the boy I then chased around the playground after as the "priest" told us to kiss, and instead of kissing him ended up biting the top of his head. This is the boy who did not want to disappoint me and lied profusely that he had a beautiful "wedding" ring for me but lost it, Lied that the red and green beaded homemade looking necklace he gave me came from Hawaii, I remember a scare on his hand that he told me came from him being born with two thumbs. LOL I have no clue if that was true.







It was with him that I first laughed so hard I snorted Pop out my nose, and was first stung by a bee. He was the first to pass me a note in class saying in backwards and large letters that he loved me that I still have in a box of items that I will always keep to remember bits and pieces of my life.







On the flip side This is the boy that I publicly told I hated. I still to this day regret with the fullness of my being falling to the peer pressure of putting on a sheet of wide ruled paper my full name as a member of the "I hate Travis club" in 2nd grade but the ABSOLUTE worst thing I have ever had to do is go up to him publicly after the teacher found that list and look him straight in the eyes and apologize for signing that I "hated him" when he was the best friend I had. He was the most wonderful friend I ever had at that school. Then at the end of third grade he completely disappeared from my life. It was at that point that I decided that I would be a nun as soon as I was able. I was hurt that he disappeared from my life. I felt as though he left me completely alone I cried for years after this.


I ran into him again just once... freshman year in high school and that was all

NOT ME ------------> As you know I'm not a nun, I'm not in a convent, I hardly go to church. I did marry fairly young at 21 to the most wonderful husband I could have ever hoped to have ever in my life. But I secretly thank that boy for being a part of my life to lead me through those first scary years of school... We are friends on myspace and talk every now and then and I am impressed that he has decided to serve our country. All I can say to him is Thanks Man!


ATTN! The sappyness is done!! YAY