I had been planning on blogging again last week. The endings of the weeks tend to get away from me. I like it that way though. I tend to ease into the week and last week, I ended work at Bedford Science and Technology Center helping run a tour for seventh grade students at a middle school within the county I work in. I even got to introduce the CTE programs at the high school. I really got a chance to tell my story to these students. I got to tell them that CTE may be a greta way to go in the beginning.
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Did you all have a wonderful Valentine’s Day? We did here. Nothing but cards, which is the way we both prefer it. No fuss. No hassle. Being with the person you love day in and day out is gift enough. Sappy, I know. But we got lift tickets for an excursion to Wintergreen Ski Resort next weekend and I officially have brand new ski boots, poles, skis are mounted to bindings, and all my equipment is ready to roll! Thank you to Doug who got it all for me for my 29th birthday last month.
If you check out the About tab at the top of the page, you will hear my professional story. My personal one has been a whole lot more of a saga. I really do think it would fit nicely into an Emily Giffin novel. I have never had my personal life tied up into a nice, neat bow. Although I adored donning ribbons in my hair, my love life has certainly entertained a fair amount of drama. I moved South to Chatham, Virginia to work at Hargrave Military Academy, and was there for 5 years. After the 1st year being down there, I broke up with my college boyfriend, who was a mathematics instructor at the time at Hilton Head Prep School on the Island. I had wonderful musings of staying together the first year and joining him on the island when the school year was over. Of course the first of many wrinkles that needed ironed occurred. After spending a month on the island with him, I realized it was over. It was messy and ugly with the conclusion being that he would resolve to attend seminary school while answering “a calling” he was receiving.
After, it seems my self-worth was at an all-time low. I went on dating string of awful people who decided that using me would help them feel better about themselves. The worst part of all, was I let them do it. It was like I was slowly watching a car crash happen and could do nothing to stop it. I knew I deserved better, something more. Where was my happy ending?
Five years later, I decided to join a dating site, Match.com. After about 10 days into being on the site and 1 date that went so-so, I saw a profile that peaked my interest “DougEFresh” or something like that. Pretty modest username, I know. He and I appeared to have similar life outlooks in a very conservative area of the country. Which is pretty rare. After “poking” him, I don’t remember what the match.com equivalent of poking was, he messaged me. I gave him my phone number, and he tried to text message me. No answer. He messaged me again on the match.com app. I realized I gave him the wrong phone number (615 instead of 614).
His persistence told me that he really wanted to meet me, so we met up on a Saturday in June at Perky’s for dinner. All 6’4″ of him walked in wearing pick shorts and a baby blue polo shirt. We talked and laughed for hours. I twas a wonderful first date. The waitress decided to ignore me and only flirt with him throughout the meal. Our story of romance begins with steaks and now we live together in Lynchburg, Virginia and are happy together. There is no doubt in my mind that he is the one for me.
That is my sappy snow day reflection.