complainingjane

I spent a few hours yesterday shopping for shoes with a new friend of mine. We met online, she’s another military wife, and decided to have dinner together. She has a loud friendly laugh and her and I got on pretty well. My husband and hers got on pretty well also. We had a pretty good dinner, I made a pork roast, that turned out amazing. The potatoes and carrots were a lot underdone, but I’m sure they both hadn’t expected much. Seeing as how I am a new wife. I should have burned something. Even though I am a very good cook, and have only burned the biscuits once, and dumped a casserole in the bottom of our hot oven during our two years of marriage. But our crockpot wasn’t big enough for the roast and the carrots and potatoes. Anyway, since her and I got on so well, she asked me to go shoe shopping with her.

So we went to the mall and went to Payless. I guess they have a set of satin dyeable shoes. So she wrote everything down and we talked. She’s planning her wedding. Her and her husband are already married, but they are having a ceremony for their family. I guess this is done in the military quite a bit. For the benefits and getting the paperwork out of the way. This is her second wedding so she’s doing all the planning and actually excited about it. We got a caramel apple and wandered around through stores looking at shoes. I was thrilled that someone had a large interest in shoes like I do, and we didn’t have men to hold us back. Talking about the details and colors for her wedding got me to thinking about my own.

My anniversary is in October, so it’s not so outrageous. Even though I do think about my wedding often. I wonder if people had fun, or if they remember it. I wore my aunt’s dress, and felt like a princess, even when I stepped on the back of it and landed on my butt. It had a really long train. The music hadn’t really worked, but the cake was beautiful. I couldn’t have asked for a better one. The topper was two turtle doves, that we hang on our Christmas Tree every year. Not too many pictures turned out. That’s probably my saddest regret. I loved the day, as I look back. My mom, my mother-in-law, family and several friends helped put everything together. It was breathtaking. My husband and I thanked everyone for coming and then rushed off to the hotel. Only realizing that we were really hungry. So we got into street clothes and went to Wendy’s. It really was so like us. We had a few hours to kill so we went to Fred Meyers to get something for breakfast, and walked. We went back to the hotel and watched Happy Feet.

We never got a honeymoon since my husband had already bargained half his soul for the days off he got to even come down. So my dad drove us and all my stuff up to our haven. Being so far from family was like having a permanent honeymoon though. It’s been two years and it hasn’t really occurred to me that my life has changed. I know it should. It did when I graduated from high school and went away to college, but this doesn’t seem scary. I have someone else to do it with. We have a puppy and are doing pretty well for newlyweds I’d say. Well, after two years, we aren’t as newly wed as some.

My husband still doesn’t understand my love of shoes. He does let me indulge a little bit. His only requirement is that I wear them. So I tell him to take me places I can. I’m slowly wearing each pair. Even if I do have almost 50 pairs, and slowly adding to the collection. My poor husband. If his wife doesn’t kill him, her shoes will.

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