On this day 37 years ago, we became Mr. and Mrs. John Muñoz at 3:00pm.
Today, we both wish we weighed what we did back then. Oh, well. That's why they call it the past. Right?
Dad came in from work this morning, (I was still in bed) came in with my usual morning coffee, which he picks up for me each morning, and a 'chorizo and egg burrito'. WOW! You talk about an excited Bride!
Before he went to bed in one of the other bedrooms, he said to wake him about 11am, and if I was feeling up to it, we'd go out and have lunch. (He has a meeting tonight, so we have to do lunch). OK. SOUNDS GOOD TO ME. So, that means if I want to be taken out, I really need to start straighting the house up, vacuuming, moping, washing windows (11), doing laundry, ironing, and finally, polishing his shoes. No biggy, cause this is what he's probably dreaming as I write this blog. It's never happened in 37 years, and it ain't gonna start now. Ha! Ha!
One things for sure, Dad's a spender. He likes to go all out for anniversaries. And, I'm sorta thinking this year it'll be SONIC. Yeah, almost sure, cause I happened to mention they now have that delicious looking fried ice cream for desert.
When you guys have time, check on my archives towards the very beginning, where I starting blogging about our anniversaries. Hope you enjoy it. Later, and God Bless
About Me
- Juan & Cecilia
- We were high school sweethearts and we still have that connection we had years ago. God has blessed us with two wonderful children who are now grown adults living their own lives; our eldest lives in Abilene and our youngest resides in Arlington. Our personalities...in a nutshell...I think can be described as easy-going . Juan loves to joke and I love to laugh...so...it just works. I really don't think we have to go into much detail about what we're like because inevitably that will show with each and every post. We love that you're here and you are welcome to stop by any time to read about our stories...some funny and some...not so much; but all definately, from the heart.
Uh Huh. Mr. Muñoz has been wanting an old little tractor for years now so that he can haul dirt over from one side of the house to the other, clean up around the house and actually just play around with it.
So, yesterday as we were driving home from Sweetwater, about a mile or so from Jesse and Mona Deloera's house, he spotted the damn tractor of his life! I thought to myself, please don't let him turn back. Well. He did. And yes, he did buy the ugly tractor.
So, there goes my newly ordained farmer and his tractor on the side road off I-20.
I wanted so bad to just pass him and get the hell home, because the Tractor of My Life doesn't go over maybe 20 miles per hour. I couldn't do that to him though, it was really hot and humid. I thought, " what if he passes out from a heat stroke, or dies of thirst, I would never forgive myself.
For about 2 hours, I would pass him and park about a mile or so ahead, (usually under the underpasses where I had a good shade). Sit and listen to the radio, till I could see Old McMuñoz coming up behind me. I'd let him pass me, he'd smile and wave each time. We continued this about 5 or 6 times down the interstate. Till we got to Loraine, I really needed to get to the bathroom, (during this not so exciting drive home, I managed to down my coke and a bottle of water). I still couldn't find it in my heart to leave him on the road by himself. I managed to hold off till I turned off on our county road to the house. BOY! I FLOORED IT THEN! !
Well, he made it home. Comes inside the house and says, "Gotta take back the tractor in the morning, having trouble changing gears, gotta be the transmission" (all of a sudden he knows all about the worthless tractor)!
So, I suppose you're wondering if we took the tractor back? Yes. Indeed we did. Same trip, opposite side of I-20, but today, I didn't leave the house until maybe half hour after he left.
I still caught up with him just outside Loraine. I was hoping he'd be further along. This time I passed him and went onto Roscoe, picked up some good hot coffee, muffin and newspaper, found me a nice place to park along I-2o. Enjoyed the hell out of my breakfast and daily paper.
As for McMuñoz, he seemed a little down, but at the same time he was thankful he had found it was messing up, cause he couldn't have been able to afford the repairs.
I hope now that he took his little ride on his dream tractor, he can forget about it and get himself back to work tomorrow.
So, yesterday as we were driving home from Sweetwater, about a mile or so from Jesse and Mona Deloera's house, he spotted the damn tractor of his life! I thought to myself, please don't let him turn back. Well. He did. And yes, he did buy the ugly tractor.
So, there goes my newly ordained farmer and his tractor on the side road off I-20.
I wanted so bad to just pass him and get the hell home, because the Tractor of My Life doesn't go over maybe 20 miles per hour. I couldn't do that to him though, it was really hot and humid. I thought, " what if he passes out from a heat stroke, or dies of thirst, I would never forgive myself.
For about 2 hours, I would pass him and park about a mile or so ahead, (usually under the underpasses where I had a good shade). Sit and listen to the radio, till I could see Old McMuñoz coming up behind me. I'd let him pass me, he'd smile and wave each time. We continued this about 5 or 6 times down the interstate. Till we got to Loraine, I really needed to get to the bathroom, (during this not so exciting drive home, I managed to down my coke and a bottle of water). I still couldn't find it in my heart to leave him on the road by himself. I managed to hold off till I turned off on our county road to the house. BOY! I FLOORED IT THEN! !
Well, he made it home. Comes inside the house and says, "Gotta take back the tractor in the morning, having trouble changing gears, gotta be the transmission" (all of a sudden he knows all about the worthless tractor)!
So, I suppose you're wondering if we took the tractor back? Yes. Indeed we did. Same trip, opposite side of I-20, but today, I didn't leave the house until maybe half hour after he left.
I still caught up with him just outside Loraine. I was hoping he'd be further along. This time I passed him and went onto Roscoe, picked up some good hot coffee, muffin and newspaper, found me a nice place to park along I-2o. Enjoyed the hell out of my breakfast and daily paper.
As for McMuñoz, he seemed a little down, but at the same time he was thankful he had found it was messing up, cause he couldn't have been able to afford the repairs.
I hope now that he took his little ride on his dream tractor, he can forget about it and get himself back to work tomorrow.
That's right. Good ole John surprised me with a digital camera. I could of kept on using my Cannon camera, but I embarrassed J.G. at Nate's wedding. Yeah, I thought I had a full roll of film and of course I didn't. So, there goes my good old camera rewinding the film and making that very loud rewinding sound, which nearly made J.G. want to leave the reception.
If I remember correctly his words to me were: "Oh my gosh, Mom, please put that thing away, I can't believe you still have that camera". Oh, yeah. I love embarrassing my kids!
I hate parting with my old camera. It holds a lot of special memories. Just the fact that Dad bought it for me about 20 years ago when I had my hysterectomy! I guess he must of thought that if he bought me a camera, it would lessen the pain. You know Dad, always being thoughtful!
So, now I have a new camera and I can't seem to find what to take a picture of! Maybe, tonight since Dad started his night shift, I can actually take a good look at it, read up on the instructions, send in the warranty, and if I can figure out how to work it, maybe tomorrow I'll go out to the back yard and take a few pictures of Daddy's 30 goates and miniature donkey!
If I remember correctly his words to me were: "Oh my gosh, Mom, please put that thing away, I can't believe you still have that camera". Oh, yeah. I love embarrassing my kids!
I hate parting with my old camera. It holds a lot of special memories. Just the fact that Dad bought it for me about 20 years ago when I had my hysterectomy! I guess he must of thought that if he bought me a camera, it would lessen the pain. You know Dad, always being thoughtful!
So, now I have a new camera and I can't seem to find what to take a picture of! Maybe, tonight since Dad started his night shift, I can actually take a good look at it, read up on the instructions, send in the warranty, and if I can figure out how to work it, maybe tomorrow I'll go out to the back yard and take a few pictures of Daddy's 30 goates and miniature donkey!
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