Look Mom, No Hands!

Stamps: Pink Cat Studio; Sentiment by ?
Paper: Imaginisce
Ink: Memento Black; Copics
Other: Nestabilities; Oval punches and Word Window punch from SU!
Card Measures 5.5 sq


Hello Friends! Thanks for coming by my blog today!

I titled today's post "Look Mom, No Hands!" But I should have titled it "Look Mom, No Embellishments!" This is HIGHLY unusual for me. I feel like a card is "incomplete" without an embelli...or two...or three...! But this card had such busy paper and a big image, that I felt like anything else would be too much. So I cut a few little mushrooms out of the DP, stuck them on there and called it done. What do you think...should I have something else? Some Brads? Some Ribbon?

I am happy to say that although it is still cool here (50's) it is suppose to be sunny all week! Yay! no rain! The kids can get out and play! Maybe even ride their bikes. :) If I catch them riding around in a basket like Lily is, though, they are in big trouble!

On another note, I think I will give this card to my Muffin. (lol...my husband) This coming weekend my hubby and I will have been married for 13 years. (can you believe I was just 8 years old when we got married?! heeheehee!) We were introduced, and about an hour later he asked me to go to his brother's wedding with him....in Ireland. (In case you are new around here, my DH (and my mom) are both from Ireland.) The wedding was about 5 weeks away. I said yes. I figured, hey-why not! He seemed harmless. And he was paying! LOL! If something went terribly wrong while I was there, I had my moms family and friends for support. So five weeks later we were off to Ireland. By then, I was head over heels in love. (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!) He asked me to marry him while we were there. We planned a wedding for 18 months away. I moved in with Pat. Five months later, on my 21st birthday I found out I was pregnant. April Fools! NOT! oooops. Better move up that wedding! LOL! So we got married on the date we planned to get married one year early. April 18th, by a JP....only my mom and sisters and 2 friends were there. We didn't tell anyone and just figured we would continue with our plans for the following year with the big church wedding and reception...blah blah blah. At the time I had no health insurance...so that is why we did the legal thing...so I and the baby would be covered under DH's insurance, no questions asked. My mom wasn't thrilled that I had gotten pregos prior to being married...but she was supportive. Thank Goodness. However, DH's family....not so much. They were worried about what the neighbors would think! Um, Pat was 31 at the time and had lived on his own in America for 10 years....and they were worried about what the neighbors would think!?! Me being 21 and very American didn't get it. ( I should add that at the time, at least, and Pat's family being very old Irish-Catholics....we couldn't really tell them that we had already gotten "legally" married. That just isn't (or wasn't) done there. There was the church and that was it!) Anyhow we were able to move the whole she-bang up to that June. I was so sick (morning, noon and middle of the night sickness for all 37 weeks!) that my wedding gown (bought prior to finding out I was pregnant), had to be taken in. So at least I didn't look like a blimp. :) And the wedding facility had conveniently finished an addition (new room) early so they were able to accommodate us since they had not started booking that room yet. DH's parents and most of his siblings came over from Ireland for the wedding. His dad was very ill while here. He died several months later. One week before Declan was born. He would not have made it to our wedding if we had waited and gone with the original plans. It was not until he returned to Ireland that he was diagnosed with cancer. But he kept saying how happy he was that he was able to be at Paddy's wedding. Pat and his dad were very close. The siblings (Pat is the oldest of NINE...7 boys, 2 girls) always joked that If Dan (Pat's dad) said the sky was green then Pat would agree and vice versa. So I guess it was all meant to work out the way it did. I am a big believer in God's plan and Fate.
Anyhow, this weekend Pat and I won't celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary. LOL! We usually do that in June. But still, technically, we will be married 13 years this week. How time flies! That man can drive me bananas. But I can't imagine not having him. I can't imagine that anyone else would put up with me! We are far from a romantic couple...LOL...But I am interested: How do you celebrate your anniversary?

Well, now that I have shared entirely way too much info, I better go! It's another 2 AM posting here.

Have a Quixotic Day!



Edited to add: Food for thought: Did you know that the divorce rate among marriages with Special Needs children is 80%. 85% with Autism specifically. And I suppose our chances of still being happily married 13 years later after our "whirlwind" start were pretty slim too. In fact, we were told by more than a few priests that they would not marry us because they felt our relationship needed more time. So you know what I want to say to them: Nanananananaaaah! ;)