Edge of Seventeen

Well then suddenly...
There was no one...
left standing In the hall...
yeah yeah...
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
... singing...


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.

18 and Life...you knew I was going there...LOL

Vows & Life Insurance...LOL. I had planned on writing today about our vows, but Mary was going on and on about life insurance policies, so although not related (One about starting a life together the other about ending one...LOL.), I will try to give you my opinion on both...not that it counts for anything...LOL.

It turns out J.D. was adamant about getting life insurance on Mary, and according to MetLife... http://www.metlife.com/Applications/Corporate/WPS/CDA/PageGenerator/0,4132,P13856,00.html

he should be. As I have stated before, marriage is combining everything--mentally, physically, and certainly financially. Most couples today both work to support their home, even when children are not involved, it takes quite a bit of money to run an average American household. Although, I see Mary's point (J.D. has a lot of guns and it is a downer of a topic before the marriage)...I do agree with J.D. , I think it's wonderful that he is planning ahead. Mr. Chad needs a policy on me, too...but if he starts buying more guns than fishing poles...I'm out.

Now, on to vows...

I am not just going to say, "I do" or "I will". Those words will be said, but there has got to be more to pledging your mortal soul to someone than just 2 words. I have put vows off until the last minute, and no doubt this will be the final thing that Mr. Chad and I work on together, in regards to the wedding.

For weeks, I have been looking up vows on-line. It is so hard, though. I keep crying. Stop laughing. It's not that funny. OK, it is a little...LOL. Whenever, I try to picture us standing at the altar, pledging our love and lives together...uh oh, it's happening, again...LOL...I get all teary-eyed. Who can say,

"I love you. You are my best friend.Today I give myself to you in marriage. I promise to encourage and inspire you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle. I promise to love you in good times and in bad, when life seems easy and when it seems hard, when our love is simple, and when it is an effort. I promise to cherish you, and to always hold you in highest regard. These things I give to you today, and all the days of our life."

...and not cry like a baby...LOL? Not I. I am crying now and I have no intention of even using these...LOL.

During this process, I have discovered there are many ways to pledge my love, but none that could ever completely convey it. I can only hope to come up with some magical words to express half the love I have for him... b/c his will probably put mine to shame...and I'm the one that spends my day in a world of words...LOL.

18,17,16,15,14...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.

Hey, XIX...little shout out to Steely Dan.

In no way is today's title one of my favorite songs, but I can remember singing it in elementary school and it seemed way cool...LOL. (It was on my friend Bridget's jukebox...LOL.) I remember I couldn't wait to be 19 or somewhere near that age--so I could be gone and out of the house. I, also, couldn't wait to party like it was 19-99...LOL...so for today, 19 was remotely important at conjuring up sweet memories of adolescence, but that's all.

Final preparations have been made for the most part, and RSVP cards keep coming in... Why do we bother to send those things, anyway? People should just assume that everyone on their guest list is coming...LOL. At this point, I really hope the Pope can't pencil our wedding in b/c I'm not sure I would have a seat for him. (Kidding folks, I would make room for any man of God.)

Well, the guys have not all been measured, but they have another week, so I'm not too stressed about that... Flower girl/Ring bearer dresses (Yes, our ring bearer is a girl.) have dresses ordered and they will be here next week. Both Moms are looking for wedding day attire, but do not seem to be in a hurry, and I'm OK with that, too. I want them to get something they like and can wear again and again.

I have started working on the program and it's coming along, but still need to finish the details for the candy buffet and put the monogram on the boxes. I need to wrap the wedding attendants gifts, and grab a few things for the rehearsal dinner. All and all, though...I feel good with where everything is at. Finally, I can start to relax...well, until tomorrow that is...LOL.

19,18,17,16,15...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.

Marriage 2.0...and I should know...LOL.

****2nd time is BIG time...LOL. I have been waiting for this entry for many weeks. I am excited this time around for so many things that I dreaded last time and I want to share some of them with y'all.

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.

21 and Over

It is law, in most states, that one must be 21 to drink. I totally agree...I mean, you could drink and drive and kill yourself or someone else. With that being said, shouldn't there be a law similar to that about getting married? It seems the same outcome could occur...LOL.

Yes, I know there are laws about marriage out there. For instance, if you are under a certain age, parents must sign for you to be legally wed. However, I have a problem with this. If a bartender serves you too much and you get out and create chaos, that bartender can be charged with assisting the problem. So.......shouldn't parents that sign for a 15 years old to get married, be held accountable when their child's marriage fails?

My rant today is about "helping out" the statistics of successful marriages. I am pro-same sex marriage. (Marriage, to me, is defined as 2 loving individuals in a monogamous relationship. I know that means they could be 15, but I'm off of that point now...LOL.) I am, also, pro-second marriage...and pro-wait 'til your 35+ marriage...as well as, pro-just "live together and pretend we're married" marriage...LOL.

I want to not only have a successful marriage, I want a HAPPY marriage. I want a marriage that I have to work on b/c I WANT it to get better and better as time goes by. I believe Mr. Chad wants that, too...If not, we wouldn't be here now would we?...LOL.

21,20,19,18,17...and so on. I hope you will stick with me.

Human Chromosome 22

Who are we?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chromosome_22_(human)


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.

February 23rd...my favorite holiday!

Anyone who knows me, knows that I LOVE my birthday! I don't just love MY birthday, though. I love birthdays in general. Any birthday is a wonderful day. It's the day that was chosen for you to come into this world. I love my children's birthdays, too...and I try to go above and beyond for them, or try to do EXACTLY what they want to do to celebrate it!

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.