Ohmystinkinheck

Shannon of It’s a Mad, Mad Squirrel’s World contacted me about hosting a giveaway to kick off the launch for Nut House Candles, her online store. Not wanting to withhold a FREE GIVEAWAY for you, the lovely readers, I agreed.

See? I’m good like that. heh heh

What d’ya get?

I think it’d be easier to ask what do you NOT get. This is one heck of a sweet smellin’basket of loooooooove, valued at over $160.00.

This package includes:

• Eternal Love Smelly Jelly
• Lighted Vanilla Potpourri Jar
• Heart Shaped Broadway Scrub
• 24 Chocolate Covered Pretzels
• 6 Chocolate Covered Pretzel Sticks
• 2 Strawberry Passion Votives
• 2 Strawberry Passion Wax Melts
• 1 Citrus Basil 3-wick candle with chunks
• 3 chocolate covered spoons
• 2.5 oz of Bath Cookie Crumbs
• 2.5oz Very Sexy Bath Salts
• 3.5 oz of Milk Bath
• 2.5 oz of Loco for Cocoa
• 4 oz Lemon Toner
• 4 oz Lemon Astringent
• 1 Beaded Key Chain
• 1 bar of Peach Tea Soap
• 1 bar of Coffee & Cream Soap
• 1 Erotica 7” Pillar Candle
• 1 Lick Me All Over 5” Pillar Candle
• 1 Kitchen Towel Angel
• 1 Strawberry Jam
• 1 tube of Beeswax Lip Balm with glitter powder and slight watermelon flavor
• 1 mini tub of Beeswax Lip Balm
• 1 Love Potion #9 Shower Gel 4 oz
• 1 Love Spell Type Shea Butter Body Lotion 4 oz

(3-wick candle, drying time issue, towel angel and Jam not pictured)

What do you have to do?

Shannon wants to hear how you and your Valentine met; I do too! Go and blog all the details (okay, maybe not ALL THE DETAILS) how you and your sweet love met and come back here and give a link in the comments so we can all read.

You have until midnight, Saturday CST to come back and link to your story. I’ll put all the names into a drawing and post the winner on Sunday.

Ready?
Set?
BLOG!

45 Responses to “Squirrely Giveaway and Nutty Grand Opening”

1. Lori

   Hey there!! I actually wrote the “Story of Us” a long time ago so I’m gonna include the link here:
   http://acowboyswife.com/2007/08/16/the-story-of-us/

   If this doesn’t count, I can make a new post and show some link love in it;)
   Just lemme know!
   I’m off to see her store:)

2. Angella

   I also did a post awhile ago about how I became Mrs. D.

   How I Became Mrs. D

   Does this count?

3. She Likes Purple

   I hardly feel like this is fair because I’ve already wrote the blog, but here is the link. How my darling husband and I came to be:

   http://www.shelikespurple.com/shelikespurple/2007/07/mike-proposed-t.html

4. OMSH

   Hey, if you’ve already written it, that is absolutely fine. :) Give the linky love and don’t think of it as cheating.

5. Heather

   My valentine and I met in a yahoo chat room, he helped me with researching for a paper and we’ve been eachother’s valentine’s ever since! :)

6. Mrs. Wilson

   Oh that sounds like a great idea! Count me in!

   Here’s the story!

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8. Nancy

   I hesitate to post our story of how me met and got together, but I LOVE candles. Here’s our story:
   http://www.nancyslife.com/2008/02/our-story-or-how-we-did-everything.html

9. Jenny

   http://threekidcircus.com/threekidcircus/archives/2004/09/a_sort_of_love.html

   It’s an oldie but a goodie.

10. MMM

    since my site is now private…..
    How My Husband And I Met:

    We were 17. It was December 17, 1994. Can’t remember if it was a Fri or Sat. I think my hubby has said it was a Fri. Anyhoo, it was a Girl’s Night Out for me. I went out with a friends we’ll call M. She had her BEST friend with her, and we’ll call her C.

    We went to a miniature golf/arcade place that the teens sort of hung out at. We walked around quite a bit, and left. Can’t remember if we actually did anything else while we were there.

    As we left, we were driving down this street and all of a sudden (I was in the backseat), I hear the girls SCREAMING, “Roll the window down! Roll the window down!” I had NO clue what was going on initially. M rolls her window down, and there was a car pulled right up next to us (AS WE’RE DRIVING!) and they, M and some guy, are yelling back and forth to each other.

    We went a little ways up and pulled over with them at a gas station (um, dangerous much?). The girls were yelling back and forth to the two guys that were in the car, and when one of the girls asked this one guy what school he went to, he hesitated and then said it was (our city) Christian School. I was thinking to myself, “Yeah, right.”

    So the guys tell us to follow them so we can actually meet them. Uh……….I was sort of a goody-goody, and I had NEVER done anything like this. I started to panic. I had all these horrible images running through my head. I started saying stuff like, “Oh my gosh! My “dad” is going to kill me! What if they take us to a party or something?” M said to calm down and that if they took us to someone’s house, we would leave. “We’re not stupid.” So off we went.

    We ended up at an Arby’s restaurant. OH. MY. GOSH. I fell in love on the spot. This boy had the brightest blue eyes and the most beautiful smile I had ever seen! I couldn’t tell you what he was wearing, or even the color of his hat. All I could see were his eyes and smile.

    Well, as I mentioned, M and C were best friends. M and I were friends, but I know the Best Friend Code. You just don’t get between them. It’s not right, and they won’t betray one another either. Well, each girl liked one of the boys. Then, later through the visit, they switched which guy they liked. Haha. I was smitten, and watching these two girls carry on. I can’t remember what all I did as far as how much I talked or flirted, but I remember looking at this gorgeous boy a lot and smiling.

    Eventually I looked over at M and she was playing with her food and acting sad. I asked her what was wrong, and she mouthed her on-and-off-again boyfriend’s name to me. She was missing him. (My cue to step in??)

    Eventually, my guy passed his HUGE class ring around to all of us girls, and we all tried it on. M tried it and it was too big. C tried it and the same thing happened. I tried it on and it FIT! (cue Cinderella-type feeling~the glass slipper fit!) Woot!

    Well, we all joked around and talked and THEY all exchanged phone numbers. I did not ask for the boy’s number that I liked.

    As we were leaving, I was feeling so SICK to my stomach. I wanted to be with this boy sooooo badly! I looked over at him in his car, he smiled at me, turned his head away for a second, turned back and smiled again. (ahhhhhhhhh) We were pulling away from Arby’s and I was supposed to go home that night, and I knew that M and C were spending the night together. I wanted his phone number SO MUCH, but I just didn’t want to get in the way of these girls liking them. So……I started saying stuff like, “Oh! You guys are so lucky! Who are you going to call first? You are going to have soooo much funnnnn!” M asked me to spend the night! SCORE!

    We pulled over at a payphone so I could call home and get permission to spend the night. I was required to go home and get my things, and leave a phone number. So we did that, and went back to M’s house. Then the fun began……..

    We called my guy’s friend first. I don’t remember if I talked to him or not. Seems like I may have for a couple of minutes, but I’m not positive about that. Then we called my guy! I think M talked first, then C and I got on the phone at the same time (different phones/rooms). We each talked for a bit, then I realized I was going to get NOWHERE, so I gave up and told M to let me say goodbye before she hung up. I went to lie on the couch and I fell asleep.

    I woke up to M saying, “Heather (your guy) is on the phone and he wanted to talk to you to begin with.” Woot!

    I got up and got on the phone with him, and it seems like by this time, M and C left (IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT) to get a cheesecake. We start young, don’t we? Anyway, my guy and I talked and talked and he asked me if I’d like to go out with him sometime, and I told him yes. We’ve been together ever since.

    Now from his side of things:

    He saw me at the golf/arcade place! I never saw him, but he watched me to see if I looked his way. If I did, then he would make his move, otherwise, he wasn’t going to “pick me up.” We left at the same time, (I don’t think it was on purpose) and that’s how we ended up side-by-side on the road. At this time, he saw that I was sitting in the backseat, so he told his friend to tell M to pull over with them.

    When we were leaving Arby’s, and he smiled, turned his head, and turned back and smiled, he was telling his friend that he was going to get to know me better.

    I also found out that the guys usually told people they went to a public high school here (haha) and that was probably the hesitation when asked what school they went to.

    And that is How my husband and I met!

    (I just realized when typing this that my hubby and I gave up several opportunities that night, which could have kept us from getting together! He wouldn’t come over to me at the arcade. I wouldn’t ask for his number. He didn’t give me his, but said he was going to get to know me better. I gave up and went to sleep! It’s amazing how God brought us together through all of those different obstacles! Pretty cool, huh?!)

    We’re now 30 (I’m almost 31) and we’ve been together 13 yrs, and married 12 yrs!

11. Heather AKA Epiphany Alone

    Posted for last year’s wedding anniversary, our eleventh:

    http://epiphanyalone.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-guy-again.html

12. Dad

    The real story as to how Mrs. OMSH’s parents met. Ahem ….
    Mom a hippie. Dad a farm boy.
    Mom is beautiful. Dad is hooked.
    Mom smiles. Dad melts.
    Mom plays it cool. Dad can’t get enough.
    Mom’s presence. Mom’s fragrance. Mom’s touch. Mom’s everything totally intoxicates Dad’s heart.
    Dad’s addicted, knows it, craves more.
    And Dad knows, he knows, oh he knows he’s lost without her.
    Then … Mom says “Yes.”
    Love abounds.
    Still is.
    Love is still working its charms both hearts.
    Does it matter where it started? No.
    Does it matter how young or how immature or how naive or how poor we were? No.
    It only matters that we are deeply in love.
    Thirty-six years have past, love still abounds.
    And more … we have Mrs. OMSH and her whole family to love.
    We do. Oh we do.

13. Cindi Hoppes

    My husband is an Air Force Brat. He and his family had moved to the town that I grew up in Illinois. I was in college and during one summer, our church ( where his family joined ), needed a coach for the church’s softball team. I volunteered. J. wanted to play,but didn’t have access to a vehicle all of the time. Of course, I volunteered to pick him up and make sure he got home. Most of the time I let him drive my new car! I realized he was 7 years younger than myself, so friends were all we could be! This went on through the summer! That same year, his parents relocated to California and so did he. One year later during the holiday season, my brother came in and told me a guy was sitting in his office asking about me?! ( my brother was a veterinarian ). His office was connected to my mom and dad’s home where I lived. I was totally caught off guard. I walked out and there he sat! After that we dated for three years apart. He was attending Cal Poly Tech in California and I was in Illinois. That Christmas (1985), he brought me an adorable white bear. I looked it over and there was an engagement ring on the back of its’ red bow collar. We were married in May of 1986. We are blessed with two wonderful teenage sons and will celebrate our 22nd wedding anniversary this May. Cindi

14. Kim

    http://momunscripted.wordpress.com/2008/02/01/opposites-attract/

    Just for you! I love prizes!! Kim

15. sarah n

    Here you go!

16. ashpags

    What if we don’t have a Valentine? =(

17. OMSH

    ashpags - Hmmmmm…then make up a story about how you WANT to meet your valentine.

18. Jean

    You didn’t have to tell me twice, I’ll blog almost anything for chocolate. :) http://workingmomma247.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-was-best-of-times-and-worst-of-times.html

19. Pam

    Well, ironically, I just wrote about this a few weeks ago, so here’s the link:
    http://mappersnapper.com/blog/2008/01/14/how-i-met-w-the-real-story/

20. Mrs. Wilson

    I know you can’t vote, but if you could, I’d vote for “dad”!!!

21. ashpags

    Gracias…I’ll think about it tonight and try to post tomorrow…and if I don’t get to it, it’s no biggie. I’ll try to come up with a really good story for ya though. ;)

22. Angela

    I met him (21) (me 17) when we were in community college and liked him but was scared. It was easier to hate him. So for 6 months even though we shared a best friend, and three “callings” at church and Young adult activities I hated him. At that point he realized I losened up when he talked about other girls. 6 months after that he left for school across the country. He was gone for 6 months and we talked online all the time, about relationships and everything. We became best friends. He came home, and “tricked me” into talking about why we couldn’t date for the millionth time and then said “why don’t we try.” It took me three weeks and trying twice before I could change the definition of our relationship. (He’d liked me too when we met but just got off a mission and didn’t want to date for 6 months after he got home) We started dating and four days later got engaged. He left for school again and we got married 5 months later when he got home. Five years and two kids ago. Was that short enough? I’d blog it all but my family and friends all know the story again. This is a “rock monster” of a giveaway though! Yahoo!

23. My Valentine

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24. chocolatechic

    http://chocolatechic.wordpress.com/2008/02/02/february-2/

    Here you go. It isn’t pretty, but there it is.

25. Linda

    I don’t have a valentine sweetheart unless you will allow me to consider my precious grandson as my valentine sweetie. I was lonely being single until Lil Man was born. Being there for his birth and standing beside him in the intensive care nursery, praying for him to be OK, quickly made me realize that he was the only Lil Man I needed in my life. The feeling of being lonely and single vanished and was quickly replaced by the love of the most precious little boy I know.

26. SmockLady

    It looks like my trackback made it in, but I will put up a real comment and a real link if you’d like to take that down. And because I wanted to say that while I look forward to the possibility of all that stuff, I really just want the chocolate covered pretzels. ;)
    My Valentine

27. Chef

    Here is our story. Thanks for the fun contest!

28. OMSH

    Linda - You seriously just made me cry. Not sad, but THAT is so sweet. What a lucky li’l man.

    SmockLady - I wrote you already, but to reiterate for the record (in case Mr. OMSH is reading) DARK CHOCOLATE COVERED pretzels. Yummmy.

    I am excited to get some good coffee reading. Not that I just woke up. I would never sleep until 10:30 on a Saturday morning - NEVAH!

29. Toni

    Hey Heather, since my blog is private I emailed you and Shannon my story. Thanks!

30. Toni

    Actually, I love the story so much I thought I’d just go ahead and post it here as well.

    The year was 1997. I had moved to TX to be with “the man of my dreams”
    who turned out to be the world’s biggest jerk. I’d been there about two
    months, away from family, jobless and “manless”. It tanked pretty badly
    and that was the moment where I vowed celibacy forever! However, my ex
    and I still had contact and he encouraged me to not swear off men
    forever. We went back and forth for a while with me trying to convince
    him that all men were scum. He told me to widen my search and not limit
    myself to my immediate surroundings and then I might prove myself
    wrong. So, on a DARE from him and just to show him that he didn’t know
    what he was talking about, I decided to post an online profile.

    Now, at that time there were very few sites like this and one of the
    most popular free ones was love.com. So, I gathered up all my courage
    and posted about myself and was very specific as to weed out all the
    riff-raff. HA! Apparently some men can’t read because I had every kind
    of slimeball email me with all sorts of seedy comments and suggestions.
    It truly was disgusting and only strengthened my resolve and proved my
    point. UNTIL THAT DAY. I was in the process of moving back to my home
    state of KY and was busily packing to leave the next day. I decided to
    leave my computer until last thing and was checking it late the night
    before I was to leave. At this point I’d like to say that the next day
    I would be w/out an internet connection for at least a week and would
    have an entirely different account so any emails to come through on that
    profile would be lost in cyber-void. So, literally hours before I
    unplugged my computer THE EMAIL came through. It was the first and only
    sincere email I had received. Intelligent, honest and kind and I
    thought what the heck? His name was Dave and we immediately connected
    over similar interests like British comedies and Acoustic Alchemy
    music. (Again, I’d like to add that my previous boyfriend had just
    recently introduced me to both of these oddities–is that fate or
    what?). Anyway, we emailed a couple of times with a promise from me
    that I would email him immediately upon setting up my new internet
    account and that might take a week or two.

    Unbeknownst to me, he took off out of town to visit his family for the
    holidays (this was Christmas) since he didn’t think he’d hear from me
    for a while. Unfortunately, I got a new internet account within 3 days
    of returning home and emailed him over the course of 2-3 days with no
    response. I was devastated thinking he had lost interest so quickly.
    Apparently my last email was quite sad and pathetic because when, on a
    fluke, he decided to check his email from his mother’s house he panicked
    thinking that I was thinking he was no longer interested. So, he
    emailed immediately letting me know nothing could be farther from the truth.

    That was the start of our relationship. We emailed every day for
    several weeks and then the phone calls started. He called every night
    and we talked for hours and hours. His bill was hundreds of dollars
    each month and sometimes we’d talk until 4 a.m. with me having to get up
    for work only two hours later! He was going to surprise me with a visit
    on Valentine’s weekend but decided to ask if he could come instead. He
    lived in UT and me in KY. We’d exchanged photos but had not met in
    person yet. He bought a plane ticket, rented a vehicle, booked a hotel
    room and flew across the country to meet me. We met for lunch on Feb.
    13th and he brought me a dozen long stemmed red roses and a homemade
    card for Valentine’s Day. We stayed up and talked until the wee hours of
    the morning the whole weekend. When he left to fly home I felt a big
    part of my heart was missing. I cried the rest of the day. He called
    late that night after he arrived home and said he had been thinking on
    the plane but that it was late and he’d like to talk to me the next
    day. When we talked again he said he had never felt a connection like
    that before and would never forgive himself if he didn’t see where this
    might be leading. So, he was going to quit his job and move to KY to be
    w/ me. Luckily he was able to keep his job and commute via modem
    (computer programmer) but he did move across the country in April. He
    asked me to marry him one romantic evening in May and we were married in
    August. That was almost 11 years ago and it was the best thing that has
    ever happened to either of us.

31. Kerry

    Here is my story!
    http://kerrysramblings.com/?p=644

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33. Lanna

    Do you want a short version (I said I needed to get laid, he asked me out a week later) or the long version with more details and amusing-ness?

34. Taryn S

    No blog but we met at college :)

35. Kristy

    Sorry for taking up so much room. I tried to figure out how to make this into a link, but a Technological Nitwit am I. So I copied and pasted it from my 101 Things (it was in pieces, instead of one succinct story). For those of you who make it to the end of the Fairy Tale without lapsing into a coma, woo hoo! Give yourself a high-five!

    ******

    “How I Became Mrs. D”

    I met my hubby when he was eleven and I was thirteen. He was the star pitcher on my brother’s little league team. I had a major crush. I attended every game that summer, despite the 100 degree heat and the fact that I didn’t give one hoot about baseball. (My mother was amazed at my demonstration of big-sisterly support.) At the end of one game, my little brother asked my mom to walk over with him to get an autograph from Russell. I jumped up like I was on fire and shouted, “I’ll take you!!” (Thereby effectively revealing my “secret” crush to my family and an entire bleacher-filled audience.)

    Russell proposed to me in the middle of watching a movie at my parents’ house one weekend when we were home from college. He blurted out-of-the-blue, “Do you want to get married?” I said, “Of course. Someday…” and went back to watching the movie. He said, “No, I mean now. Do you want to get married now?” My mouth fell open cartoon-like and I said, (fairly hysterically), “What? NOW?? We’re in college. We have fifty cents to our name. We have no jobs. We only have half of our education completed. What are you talking about??” From my less-than-romantic reaction, he had a sense of what my answer would be. So he kind of let the topic dwindle off, never officially asking me that night. And, since I assumed that deep-down he was kidding, I never really gave him an answer. Although I did feel compelled to tell him later, “Ask me later and I’ll say yes, I promise. Maybe wait a year or so.”

    One year to the day when he first asked me in my parents’ living room (a.k.a. “The Practice Proposal”, as we now refer to it), we were walking by the Fish Pond at Hendrix and I turned around to find Russ on one knee. “Kristy. I’m asking you for real this time. It was real to me the first time. God will take care of the money thing. Will you marry me?” With slightly misty eyes, I excitedly yelled, “YES!!” and leapt into his arms - nearly knocking us both into the fishy water beside us.

    Our wedding was beautiful, the perfect day that I had been dreaming of since I was a little girl. There were more people on the guest list than would fit into the tiny church that I grew up in, so we had the ceremony in the “big fancy church” (as we called the Presbyterian Church in town).

    The music was gorgeous. I got chill-bumps as I walked/ran down the aisle to the sound of trumpets. My poor dad couldn’t keep up with my Get-Me-To-My-Hunky-Groom pace. I was almost a full step ahead of him (in effect dragging him by the arm), when he reached out with his other hand and pulled me back. “Slow down a little bit, Cheech”, I remember him whispering.

    Decorating the church were enough candles and flowers to satisfy even a fanatic candle/flower lover like myself. In fact, one might have a case in saying there were too many candles. The combination of a narrow and tricky shaped aisle and FIRE at every step as I navigated the aisle (in a cathedral length train) almost led to an “America’s Funniest Home Videos” moment. Train, plus corner of pew, plus high heels, plus candle, plus nervous, shaky bride…you see where I’m going. Thank goodness for a quick-handed lunging guest, or my perfect day could have been a tad crispy.

    Despite that one little comedic mishap, everything was a dream come true. God’s presence could be felt all around. Everyone we loved surrounded us. I felt happier than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. It was a great day — full of love, laughter, and life-long memories.

    *****

    So, there you go. Surely gooshy enough to win a LUUUUUUV Basket, right? Hee.

36. Annie

    Found you through A Cowboy’s Wife. Like many others, I had previously blogged about it.

    My Man Story

    It’s Lengthy, and sorry for the stretch.. but there it is!

37. seven

    Here’s my (fictional) story.
    My Funny (Non-Existent) Valentine.
    All that stuff looks amazing, and I hope I win. :)

38. Caution

    It’s not the most exciting story, but it’s mine :)
    http://humanrace600.vox.com/library/post/unlikely.html

39. Nicole

    I don’t have a blog, but would love to enter for the drawing.

    DH and I met while I was home for the summer from college. His best friend drug him to play football with a group at church, and my friend and I decided to drag eachother - knowing there would be ‘no cute boys’ turns out, we were the only 4 there and DH and I were on the same team. It was officially like at first sight. It took him a month to ask me out, but once he got the ball rolling, it never stopped. We were married the next summer.

40. Lori Stilger

    Oh, I am SO glad you said that already being written was fine! :D I wrote my story a LONG, LONG time ago - going on 12 years, now, so very hard to believe! Here’s the link:
    http://members.tripod.com/~Pooh0612/ls.html
    I hope you enjoy it. :) It was fun to read it again!!

41. jessica

    Here’s my story…hope it’s not too late: my rss reader was having problems until tonight. i’m looking forward to reading everyone else’s stories!

42. mamalang

    I blogged my story (something I had on my list of topics for sometime this month anyway!)

    http://mamalang.blogspot.com/2008/02/heather-at-omsh-is-having-superfab-give.html

43. ashpags

    Well, I can’t come up with a blog-worthy story, so I’ll leave what I’ve got here:

    I’d *want* to meet him at an Aggie Football game. Our groups would be next to each other, and when we locked arms to saw varsity’s horns off, sparks would fly! He’d be from one of those families with first deck season tickets (you know, the kind that get willed from generation to generation) so we’d spend a lot of time at games (hopefully with a lot of mugging down *wink*) and just hanging out in CS in general. Then he would propose - but not under the Century Tree. I don’t like sappy, so it would have to be somewhere like the Chicken, or the big screen at Reed Arena during a basketball game. Then we would live happily ever after, and have lots of little Aggie babies.

    Unfortunately, I no longer live near CS, so I don’t count on this happening anytime soon…oh well! =)

44. Bonnie

    Here it goes…Dale and I went to High school together,I had 5 brothers enough said.(HAHA )Anyway our lives didn’t blend ’til 2002 a good twenty years later.Long story short I had been dating a friend I cared for him ;but he didn’t share the same feelings.After six years of on and off again dating I couldn’t take it any more!I was an emotional wreck I had three young children and I was to caught up in my own feelings to even care for them properly.One Thursday morning I was so sick of being sick that I fell to the floor in true anguish;and cried out to my Lord and Savior”Please take this pain from me I can’t take it anymore,I feel like I have lost a loved one; and take this feeling that i have: to have some one in my life to feel whole .I want to serve only you I want to be complete in you Lord. Amen” “Oh Yea and if you decide to give me someone you said to ask the desires of my heart so here it goes…..I want a man first and foremost who will go to church with me ,not only that But will encourage me when I was being lazy.Secondly, I wanted a man who would be a father to my children and be a husband to me(I wanted someone to hold my hand,to love me out side the bedroom).I tell you these things because they are the most important part of my story…..Thirdly I had to have a man my family would love (because you and I know if your family don’t care for your partner then it’s tough sailing).OK so on with my story ,I pulled myself up off the floor dried my eyes and had what I call a God filled day!The next day I went to have my brakes worked on and when I got to the shop(by the way he was also my mechanic)I walked in and said”hey I was looking for you” he said” I’ve been waiting for you”!At that very second I had these goose bumps all up and down my neck,my thoughts were (I’m not touching that with a ten foot pole).So he got in my car with me and we went for a drive he asked me out and I said yes ( only because I thought he had a nice red truck which actually wasn’t his) ANOTHER STORY.We went out talked just about all night .I was not feeling it so I said well I guess I will see you around He said Ok how about tomorrow (again I’m thinking nice guy but Im not dating my mechanic).Anyway He was pretty persistent He called the next day any way wanted to meet on the park with our kids oh heck why not the kids would love an outing so off we went to the park, Me with friend in tow (you know in case I needed a way out) .The very first thing my little girl said was”Look there’s my ex-boyfriend”(summer second graders come on now!!)Guess who’s child she pointed out? That’s right Dale’s.Well we talked church all afternoon (ok he was a nice guy who was trying to get his life together in CHURCH)I still didn’t want to see him so he gets his son to call me and asked if I knew how to cook I told him yeah if he liked hamburger helper.He wanted spagetti.I said ok; anyway we became friends sort of ,I knew what he wanted and I just knew I couldn’t be that person he was a friend to me while I cried over this other guy he listened to my story.Then my birthday came up and “This Guy”(Dale) came over all the time so I asked my Mom if he could come over she said sure****They loved Him**** then the kids had a family meeting they decided that we should get married(you can only imagine what I was feeling)”WHAT UUMMMM we haven’t even kissed yet !” so what does my brave little girl do turns her back and says “Hurry up” so I look to this very reasonable guy and say can you help me out here? He was no help he said why would I do that when its what I want too!I was so flipping out at that moment .Then it all came back to me my prayer. He was everything I had asked God for and I do mean EVERYTHING! I wasn’t in love because God was busy teaching me a lesson.One to trust him in all things Philp.4:13 he gives me strenght.God Had given me a true freind.There were so many lessons learned during those three weeks.Yes we did marry and I love my husband in a way only God could give.I thank the Lord everyday for my angel.Cherish your love ones .Thanks for reading my Silly but Sweet love story. Bonnie

45. OMSH

    I haven’t read all the stories yet, but don’t worry - I’m a sucker for a love story!

    I wanted to say THANKS to all who participated. I’ll get all the names gathered up for a drawing tomorrow!