Monday, June 30, 2008
Thanks, Carrie Underwood. I don't even know my last name...LOL. Mrs. Boyd, wait that's Mr. Chad's mom...No, that's probably Mr.Chad's dad's dad's MOM...LOL...so who am I?...LOL. I know I'm Christy Buettner Boyd now, but it still hasn't kicked in, yet. You know what I'm saying? I mean, come on...how many times have you written the old year on checks for the first month of the new year?
I LOVE my new last name and have had such an internal, mental war with myself over the whole changing it thing...LOL. The positive is that everyone can pronounce it...the negative is that it's different than my girls. So, I will keep them both, but use Buettner as my middle name. Easy enough, right?
Not so much...LOL...LOL!
I'll keep trying, though...and before long, I'll have it down...
Christy Buettner Boyd
Christy Buettner Boyd
Christy Buettner Boyd
Christy Buettner Boyd
Friday, June 27, 2008
I don't want to weird people out about marriage, but I did NOT feel any different. As we were going to sleep, Mr. Chad said, "goodnight, wife", but my heart did not leap out of my throat or anything like that...I guess those could have been butterflies in my stomach...I thought I was just nauseated...LOL. I have felt like his wife for so long that marriage to me was simply "legal" paperwork, or the day I would became eligible for medical insurance...LOL.
Don't get me wrong, either...I'm not unhappy or regretting my decision. I just thought--maybe--there would be a tad more mental fanfare...LOL. I thought--maybe--he would look more "googly-eyed" at me. I thought--maybe--a jazz band would play in my head every time he came around me. Nope. It was just another day in the life of Christy and Mr. Chad...LOL, and isn't that what marriage is?...just another day of living, breathing and being for someone else, yet not forgetting who you are and inviting them to share the experience with you.
All I can say, is that I have struggled to find happiness and inner peace for soooo long that I have failed to enjoy my life's ride, at times, and that from this day forward...I plan to be just as happy being in the passenger seat as I am at hogging the wheel.
Christy Buettner Boyd...
****Not sure how to end my posts now??? Any suggestions??? I'm certainly not going to do Sincerely...LOL...and the count down is over...LOL. What do y'all think?
Monday, June 23, 2008
"And then, much later, I discovered that it had happened, right there in the church. I could recall, vividly, one by one, the people I had seen there—the solemn laborers with tired looks, the old women with gnarled hands. Life had knocked them around, but for a brief moment they were being refreshed by an ennobling experience. It seemed as they prayed, their worn faces lighted up and they became the very vessels of God. Here was my revelation. Suddenly I realized I was one of them. In my need I gained strength from the knowledge that they too had needs, and I felt an interdependence with them. I experienced a flood of compassion for people."
I could take the Aristotle approach...2 souls in one body...or the biblical approach...2 by 2...my marital experience...marriage, part II...the literary approach...Tale of 2 Cities...a career approach...2 weeks notice... a sports approach...2 strikes...or the mechanical approach...2-stroke engines...LOL.
OK, now I'm grasping...LOL, but with everything down to the wire...my mind is stirring with anticipation beyond measure. In fact, I've limited my speech b/c my train of thought is going so fast...get this...my mouth can't keep up. Go ahead, I hear y'all laughing right now.
The problem is...I am scared. There, I said it. I am scared about making this commitment. I am not scared about the mate I've picked. I am scared at failing him, or me for that matter. I ALWAYS said that if my first marriage failed (and we all know it did...LOL), I would NEVER...NEVER...NEVER do it again...Yet, here I am.
Although, Mr. Chad and I have been together for many years...I can't help but worry that I will one day forget his "kind" of food at the grocery, or that he does not like scary, squeamish films, or that he loved to play Yahtzee with his Mamaw V. I have never been so nervous in all my life. I am here at that place in my life that I have yearned for in my dreams and now...now, I want to run. Is that normal?
Nah, it's not normal, but neither am I...LOL. Due to unforeseen genetic make-up,...I have always been a runner. Let it go or get going--whichever is easier, but now I will make a conscious choice to not run...to plant my feet firmly on the ground and say, "Mr. Chad, I'm ready to stick this out and I'll stand by you--FOREVER." That's all I can do. I hope it's enough for him...for me...for us.
2,1...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
We've been together for so long(5 years), but we are now approaching a new adventure, a new fork in the road per se...LOL. Mr. Chad will fill an "official" position in our little family now.
What shall we call him?
The girls call their dad's wife and little sister's mom, Mama B. I am perfectly fine with that...we all know our boundaries in this weirdness that is divorced parenting...and Ms. Trish, "Mama B" is super. Personally, I call her friend. In fact, she is really great at being who she is and I never use the term "step", b/c that seems so disrespectful.
So, what shall we call Mr. Chad? Nothing with "dad" in it...nothing with "pops" attached and certainly not Pepsi...LOL...that one is already taken. (My friend JJ at work...her nephew calls his mother's husband that. See, they married when he was young and when the nephew asked what he should call him, he said that he didn't care...so from that day on...he was Pepsi...still calls him that to this day...LOL.)
The girls seemed to like Daddy B. I nipped that in the bud. (Charles, you can thank me for that later. **No matter how secure we feel about our parenting skills, mommy & daddy are reserved for the 2 people that bring you into this world.) I thought about Mr.C, but that seemed way to Happy Days-ish. If I could pick a name for Mr.Chad...it would be Mr. Fantastic...b/c he is. He loves the girls and would do anything for them. In the end though, the name that best suits him is...Mr. Chad, and for a very simple reason...You should never try to fix things that aren't broken.
4,3,2,1...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
This is one of mine and Mr. Chad's favorite movies(is that grammatically correct?)...I have, also, heard it was the downfall of Kenny's acting career. Well, the Gambler was never really an actor to me...he was a singer--acting...LOL.
The theme song of the movie was Love will turn you around...and that is so true. I always feel lost when it comes to feelings, or how I should show or share them. My mother says that I never show enough, My girls act like I show too much, but Mr. Chad...well, he fits me like little Bear's porridge and bed to Goldilocks, he says that I'm "just right", and I hope, I'm fair and balanced on this feelings issue...LOL.
I try to let him know how much I love him, but words are never enough...will they ever be?...LOL. This is the person that will (allegedly...LOL) love me when my parents are not around, when my kids have moved on, and my friends no longer like me. Isn't that a big order to expect from a man who, before me, thought life was all about Bud Light, ballgames, and MMORPGs. (yeah, how you like them apples, Mr.Chad?...LOL, OK, someone at work gave me those initials.)
What I'm trying to say is, I guess Love does turn you around. The path you think you need to go down is not always the path for you. Remember that road less travelled thing you read in high school...one day it makes sense. :o)
6,5,4,3,2...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.
I LOVE the pic of us. We look so happy in it. Neither of us are supermodels, but we looked very "Brangelina-ish" (my new word for content...LOL).
7,6,5,4,3...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.
Friday, June 13, 2008
:o) Mr. Chad and I soooo appreciate you and your kindness.
Zach Sandlin, Amanda Compton, and Cora Jordan for photographs. Also, Cora will be shooting video, as well. (http://www.corazzone.com/)
My Sis, Sarah Lee, for singing one of the greatest gospel songs of all time. (It always reminds me of my granny b/c she LOVED to hear her sing it.) Also, her little sister, Stefani, who will tend to the guestbook and Lord knows, what I'll end up asking Eddie to do...but whatever it is...no doubt, he will.
Verlissa, who will be tying pew bows until the cows come home and then pretty-fying everything at the church and at PMG.
Clay, who is the unofficial AVT guy. (Although, there is no visual...just audio...LOL.)
Brother Codell, our minister--who's known me since i was 12/13 years old. He is such a great guy and very laid back in the biblical sense...which is wonderful for Mr. Chad b/c if it gets too "hoity-toity"...he would get nervous...LOL, and I don't want it to be that kind of ceremony.
Randy Stanley, who I can only say fulfilled my wedding wish and saved the day, but I do not want to say what he is doing yet...so not to ruin the surprise.
I could go on and on about our families right now, but I want to save all that for after the wedding. I want to dedicate a page to each of them, so that I can show off their beauty and talents. But, for today, just a little thanks to all of the rest of y'all.
8,7,6,5,4,...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
I'm a tad disgusted about all of this. I wanted a big number with costume changes and lights and a montage of songs...but it's looking like maybe a small little production that may get one or 2 hits on You Tube...LOL. I just can't find time to get it all done.
I just dread doing the electric slide (boogie woogie woogie)...and Lord knows what else is out there these days. My girls said that we had to do the Soulja Boy. I'm aware of it, but not sure it's as easy as the Macarena...LOL. I'm getting old, people.
I wonder if I could get Mr. Chad to come and grab me and say..."No one puts, Baby, in the corner."...LOL.
Mr. Chad has no desire to dance and unless it's slow...it's unlikely he will...well, after a 12 pack he may be inclined to do "the Rilo"...so I have to keep my eye on him...b/c YOU do NOT want to see "the Rilo"...LOL. Of course, the thought of him doing the Soulja Boy brings a chuckle, too. It's as much his day as it is mine, so he can do whatever he wants to do...including the Soulja Boy...LOL... 'cause I know I'm shakin' my groove thang. Sorry, Len.
Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch me Crank It
Watch me Roll
Watch me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Hoe
Now, Watch me You...(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Now, Watch me You...(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Now, Watch me You...(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Now, Watch me You...(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
10,9,8,7,6...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
With 12 days to go, I am there. ( LOL...I have been for a while.) However, I want to tell you about the most current "this is the man for me" moment...b/c I have had 2 of those in the last 2 days...LOL. Today will be about one of them and I'll share the other with you in the next post.
Mr. Chad was saddened that I didn't bring the girls with me when I went home on Sunday night. I don't know why it surprised me, but it did. After 5 years, I guess I could assume he loves them like his own. I know he says that all the time and I think he does, but this time it was very different. I could see the sadness and disappointment. Does it make sense if I say that it made me happy that he was sad? Happy and grateful in a way that you feel when you've just dodged a turtle in the road. It seems like something so small but the value in it is immeasurable.
I am reminded of that quote about families from Lilo and Stitch, " This is my family. I found it, all on my own. It is little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good. "...dang, I'm crying again...LOL. I will never make it through another pregnancy...LOL...heck, this wedding blog is draining me.
I am so blessed. I feel good about the changes occurring. I am ready to start a new chapter of my life where there is more than 1 main character...where there is foreshadowing, and suspense, and conflict...and in the end a little resolution. I am ready.
Once upon a time....life.......more living............they lived happily ever after. The End...or better still,...The Beginning.
12,11,10,9,8...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Groom: Mr. Chad(2)
Best man: dad of Mr. Chad(3)
Groomsmen: cousin of Mr. Chad(4)
brother of me(5)
other brother of me(6)
Usher: son of C2(7)
Maid of Honor: eldest daughter of me(8)
Matron of Honor: Be Fri St End, C2(9)
Bridesmaid: wife of brother of me(10)
Junior Bridesmaids: youngest child of me(11)
daughter of C2(12)
Flower girl: lil' cousin of Mr. Chad(13)
I laugh about the above picture...I would LOVE for the day's pics (with the wedding party) to look like this, but I'm kinda picturing things from that new CMT show My Big Redneck Wedding. I have to laugh or I will cry thinking about it...LOL.
Actually, I can't wait to see Mr. Chad all dressed up...or his dad, for that matter. I want lots of pics of the 2 of them together. My brother got married a year and a half ago, so I've seen my family dressed up recently. I have seen them dressed up several times come to think of it...LOL, but this time is more special...it's MY wedding...LOL. (My little brother had a beautiful wedding and I love him and his wife...so no disrespect, Little Bro...LOL.)
Have to remember to take lots of pics of me with my girls, too. I have oodles of them, but I'm normally the photog, and if I'm in the pic...it looks like we're either aliens or posing for Myspace...LOL. And...if you know me, every event is all about the pictures. Why? Everyone in unison...for my scrapbook. :o)
13,12,11,10,9...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.
I don't know this girl...
but I envision looking like this on my "big day". It's kind of funny, b/c I am rather opposite of her. I have Kendra-(Girls Next Door)blonde hair, a chubby face, and pencil thin lips...since I am not a magician, I am going to have to leave myself in the hands of Tosha, my hairdresser, who actually follows this blog daily. In fact, frets if there is a lapse in posts...LOL.
It almost angers me that I did not get back into shape. After the wedding, when I can focus on something else...LOL, like the house...I will not diet then either, but focus more on health and beauty. The girls will get out and walk with me, but I'm going to have to try and do something with Mr. Chad, too. :o)
Well, the good news is my photogs are good with editing...the bad news, well...there is no bad news...beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and if he loves me now, he'll be crazy over me when I'm thinner...I mean, healthier...LOL.
14,13,12,11,10...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
There was no one...
left standing In the hall...
In a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh I went searchin' for an answer...
Up the stairs... and down the hall
Not to find an answer...
Just to hear the call
Of a nightbird
Come away... come away...
Not sure many people know this, but Edge Of Seventeen was written after John Lennon's death and the death of Stevie Nicks' uncle...it's about a sense of loss that you can't really explain. The type of loss that makes you cry from the sadness within, but then makes you appreciate everything you have... Carpe diem!
Mr. Chad and I are not lighting a unity candle. We already feel united (most families are not intertwined like ours...LOL)...and I think unity candles are weird...LOL--always have for some odd reason.
However, we both love candles and the ethereal feel they add to the ceremony, so we've decided to light candles for the grandmothers we've lost and light one to honor his grandmother that will not be able to attend due to health complications. The sense of loss that we have for our grannies can not be put into words, nor can we show it by lighting a candle...but the happiness we have for still having his one grandmother around is priceless. Carpe diem!
17,16,15,14,13...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
I can NOT wait to change my name...LOL. I'm keeping Buettner b/c of my girls, but I can't wait to be Mrs. Chad Boyd or Christy Buettner Boyd. The ladies in my Mardi Gras group are probably dying or dying laughing right now...LOL.I fought so hard to be recognised as Christy Hall Buettner and not as the wife of Mr. Buettner. Funny how we change as we get older...LOL.
I can NOT wait to combine our finances. (Not b/c he makes all the money and I have all those educational loans...LOL, but b/c he will be the primary bread-winner and I want him to be in charge of all that kind of stuff. I do not care to say that I am dependent on him...to an extent.) He wants to take care of me and I want to let him.
I can NOT wait to bicker over home decor, which has already started...LOL, and planning home improvements to the "new" house together. BTW, deck is way up there at being first major project...LOL. I can't wait to walk away when we are both frustrated b/c I bought the wrong nails for the deck and Home Depot is not a 5 minute drive away. (Honey, I know there is always Daniel's and he has everything for a price...LOL.)
I can NOT wait to get fat for 9 months and make him drive 30 minutes (Yes, Taco Bell is that far away, but this will be his punishment for making me live among the cicadas and woodpeckers...LOL) for a bean and cheese burrito. The smell will probably kill him...all I can say is, "he knows how to roll down those windows". He should be thankful I'm not sending him for Italian food...LOL.
I can NOT wait to yell at him and the girls for playing the Wii all night, while secretly enjoying the sound of their laughter as I lay in my bed.
I guess, to make a long story short...I can NOT wait to be Mr. Chad's wife and to begin...Life as a new Mrs.-Again.
20,19,18,17,16...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.
Who are we?
Science truly amazes me. Mr Chad LOVES space the way I love the makeup of the human body. I want to know who I am and who I am going to be.
We both have had some form of cancer. Will our children? My mother is blind in one eye. Will I lose my vision? These questions may seem weird, but I think we all want to know certain things about ourselves, even if it's just for the sake of curiosity.
I mean, I do not want to know how and when I'll die, but I would like to know if I'm predestined for something like diabetes, so that I can take preventative measures now. If there is something I could do to keep me chugging along so that I may see my children's children, then by God, I'm going to do whatever it takes...LOL. I, also, would like to keep myself healthy so that Mr. Chad and I "live long and prosper" (yeah, baby...I put that in there just for YOU...LOL).
Anyway, the above link is a great read, and I'll tell you, on another day, how I want to choose the sex of our next child (if and when)...and how Catarina already calls him Cyclops...LOL..."babies come out with one eye, Mom...when you start messing with their DNA..." Thanks, Catarina. I need something else to worry about.
22,21,20,19,18...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.
Now that I'm getting married (oh, and I love Mr. Chad's birthday, too), I wonder how I will feel about anniversaries. Everyone knows the big joke in life is how men NEVER remember their anniversary....I have to wonder, will I? I mean, will I deem it important enough to remember the day that WE chose to promise one another to love each other 'til death do us part??? Ha Ha Ha Ha...you know I will. I remember everything, most of the time...unless I choose to forget it...LOL.
I suppose, I won't make fancy dinners...he wouldn't eat them. I won't fly us to Vegas...he won't get on a plane. I won't dance on a pole in our bedroom...wait, not that we have a pole in our bedroom...LOL, but I will remember to stop and say "thanks". Thanks for choosing me to be your life-long best friend...oh, and I might make him a spice cake. :o)
23,22,21,20,19...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.