New Beginnings!: The beginning

Ok, so I am not entirely new to this blogging thing, but I am also not an old pro. I blogged for a while on Myspace and you can still see all those posts, this however, is a whole new category of blogs...

Ok, perhaps not. I generally blog about, life, philosophy, and relationships... Well this blog: A Journey of Epics, is about life, love and relationships.

So for those of you who happen to live far away: and there are a few of you: the following news may come as a shock to you: I am unofficially in the process of planning a potential celebration that might involve a few bands of precious metal and a minister....

So to begin the journey, I think it only fair to paint the beginning of our relationship, all the way to its roots, so that those of you who have not had the pleasure of meeting my love will know why the path is moving in that direction....

It all began two years ago.

Jason Roy Bridgeman, 23 year old computer technician and enthusiast, had been a long long time friend of my brother.

They met in 8th grade at Smithson Valley Middle School and quickly formed a band of friends that were very close. I missed out on most of the beginning of their relationship because I was in, well, College Station, living my own weird and telling existence of anxiety and strife. A true "personality building" experience (A topic for a whole other blog).

I must have met him several times before, and truly he has a most remarkable memory of coming downstairs during a guys' sleepover to find me sitting at my computer in the study in nothing but my bra and underwear (I promise that never ever happened!! I never sat at my parents' computer in nothing but bra and panties. It had to have been his imagination, or one of my skimpy lounging outfits that could with a little glance look like bra and panties.... but I digress), but the first time I truly remember meeting him was when he and my brother and their friend Sam were living at an apartment in north San Antonio.

I went over to see Justin's new digs on my green Suzuki Bandit motorcycle...

I walked in the door, took off my helmet and stepped into the lion's den of a bachelor pad complete with the remains of dinner all over the cavern floor. I remember the mess so well. Hehe... I was abruptly greeted by a young man in a heavy leather jacket. This was strange because it was early summer and well above 70 degrees outside. He was so very very excited about his new imported leather motorcycle jacket! And the PROSPECT of getting his very own motorcycle. He chatted on and on about it. I remember thinking to myself, how silly it seemed. (Not that I haven't done similar things with oh say horses.... no, not me). I talked with my brother for a while and then walked away without much of a second thought, and in my defense, I was sortof seeing someone at the time (I say sortof because honestly I don't remember what exact part of the year it was and consequently whether I was in or out of my last on- again- off- again relationship.)

So the turn of a year.....

I came home from school.
Finally!

I was definitely in the mood for having a good time and playing instead of joining the real world! That was a good thing because honestly, I couldn't have joined the real working world even if I had wanted to. I failed to pass my national boards the first, oh, couple times I took it. So, while I had my doctorate in veterinary medicine, I could not practice medicine. I was, therefore, too skilled to be highered by most, and not skilled enough to be highered by the rest. Limbo, they call that.

I was feeding horses and cleaning stalls at a little barn loft apartment in exchange for rent and really had very few bills. I was living light and off of what little money I had left in my account and that dangerous thing known as a credit card. I was going on many dates and having a good time of it all.

I didn't have any friends in the SA area, most of my friends from high school having moved away, so I began hanging out with my brother and his friends. I enjoyed their company and found their sense of weird and bizarre to be mostly fun and enjoyable. Plus they liked to go to Schlitterbaun and go camping. Which were the first two places I met Jase.

SCHLITTERBAUN.

He worked there for most of the summer and got us cheap tickets almost my first week back. He came over to the house a few times prior to play "vid-jo" games with my bro. He rode his Harley over (yes he did have his new much anticipated motorcycle) in the morning mist, and I remember thinking I could ride with him.... But the rain and a certain warning about his driving changed my mind.

So we went to the water park and had a great day! Me, Alexis, Just, Jase, Sam and Steven. I shook my head at all the party and girl stories he told that day. He talked it up big!!! I kept thinking, damn he'd be cute if he wasn't such an ASS! hehehe.