V stands for Vargas, I was not allowed to throw the V until I was truly a Vargas. 12 years in the making. Yup that is right. Bryan and I have have been dating for way way too long and know way way too much about each other.
I met Bryan in my 8th grade math class. He was one of the "popular" kids and I had such great timing and was going through my awkward hair wrap stage. Picture any 80's movie and you have probably got a good start on how this all plays out.
Anywho, we flirted. He flirted with other girls. I tried the whole date another guy to make him jealous tactic and failed. Went to all his football games, had my mom drive by his house to see if he was there (also known as stalking -- very very illegal). She would honk, because that is who my mother is, and I would duck and blush...
This went on for a few months - and then I finally asked him to go ice skating. And then he fell in love with the quirky/weird me (really how could he resist? I am a catch). And then it being 8th grade and all, came all the notes (gah- do you remember that?!? passing notes - writing in bubbly letters and in different colors and the technical folding - my god! Sad that it has gone to texting now a days). But back to the notes, they all asked him why he was with me - who was I - I was a nobody...
Got to love middle school.
And then it was off to High School were we would walk the halls, hold hands and make out to show everyone how much in looooove we were ( I must have looked so ridiculous). High School was high school. We were sweet hearts, and I was Bryan's girl. I would try to "date" but really none of Bryan's boys were going to cross that line... And anyways I had too much fun with him anyways...
Then there were a few boys in between... nothing to brag about.
And then college. We did the long distance thing. Not Fun. Not recommended by any means. I went North he stayed South. I would come down for holidays and summer, we would fight the first two weeks learning how to be around each other again and then we would fall right back where we needed to be.
Then, after college there was the "black" period. No need to get into it now. Maybe someday, but all you really need to know we got over it, grew stronger and can now laugh about it (kind of). I moved back up North, he stayed South....
And then my irresistible personality (please read with sarcasm) and my to die for looks drew that Southern boy up North to the -20 degree winters. And we were in love once again.
2 years later we were surprised by Miss Emily... got laid off from Macy's (they were consolidating all their headquarters at the time)...got married...got hired again... bought an ugly house (full of potential and DIY projects) all within 9 months.
And so here we are, with our ugly but slowly on the up turn house, a two and half year old, a man cat named Thomas and another little one on the way....
Otherwise known as Chaos in motion. This is the Vargas Family, and I am proud to be throwing the V.
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| This is slightly old, but I am feeling a little un-photogenic right now with my large belly and three chins ;) |