Looking back

I am not a person that looks back, not about my own life, not ever really. I am not in anyway retrospective, the past is the past and there is nothing I can do about that. I am painfully decisive, (okay in regards other than Cotton) I literally tried on three wedding dresses before making a final decision, I bought this house within 2 days of looking and that is pretty much how I roll. So, that being said, my husband and I have been married for 10 years and it just makes me think, where have I been again? My husband and I, have actually been together for 14 years. I met him the day after I arrived at the University of Arkansas. I had transfered form a small school in Virginia, and why I chose the U of A is still unclear, I simply remember thinking yup, that is the one. The only reason I went to the college in Virginia is because it was mentioned at the lunch table by a few fellow seniors as a consideration for them. I sent off two college applications, because, that's how I roll lol. That year my senior year aka the year of haze and loneliness, I am surprised I made a decision at all. We had moved that year from Georgia, my dad was in the military and he had taken a remote to Korea in order to extend our stay in Georgia. When he came back, we HAD to move and in one week I had lost my boyfriend, my best friend, my car, and my mom even gave our dog to the maid.

So back to my hubs, I was in the dining hall, with a girl I had met down the hall the day before, who happened to know my husband, because well let's just say she was a fan of the football team. (not particularly my husband of course;) So we sat down, with the football team. I was 19 and there he was, he was wearing a grey Arkansas shirt, the one he wore today, only now it is so thin you can see through it and the back is ripped out, but you know he was mowing the lawn, so it's all good. He saw me and his best friend immediately took a liking to me.... of course. To be fair his friend was a nice guy, but I am pretty sure he weighed over 300 lbs. he had a tray full of chicken nuggets and a cereal bowl full of ranch dressing... I kid you not. I jiggled his fat, and for some reason this was an old joke, and a sign from the gods. The tradition was, that if he ever met someone that would jiggle his fat, she was meant to be his wife. Don't ask my why I jiggled his fat, I only remember my husband and him rolling on the ground and giving each other high fives. After some himming and hawing, over what the gods meant by their sign, my husband and I got together a month or so later, and have been together ever since. You see once I make a decision, I rarely look back lol.