I can't speak for anyone else, but I know, for me, it's always fun to hear peoples stories; how they met, growing up stories, stories about their kids, you get the idea. So for the first official post I thought I'd start with one of our stories, the one where it all started.
Sandy and I met in the late fall of 1999; it was in either October or November-the jury is still out on this since my journal that I have this crucial information in is all packed up! My mom and I had decided it was a good night for a movie (I'm thinking it was a Friday night) so we went to the old Great American Video in Blackfoot. Neither of us had "dressed up" for public viewing, so it ended up being lucky me that went in for the movie. You know when you don't look your best is when you're most likely going to see someone you know, right? Well, bearing that thought in mind I hustled my little hiney, grabbed the movie and left without incident. It wasn't until I got back in the car with my waiting mom that I learned there was, in fact, someone in the store that I knew. UGH! (Nope, it wasn't Sandy)...
It took some convincing on her end but my mom finally got me to go BACK inside to invite this person we knew, and his friend, over to watch the movie with us. That moment, that all embarrassing, dressed in my old CNA scrubs, ponytail and no makeup moment, was when I met my future sweetie, the friend of the friend, Sandy. Fortunately for me, my garb didn't detour them and they accepted the invitation. So now, when our kids ask where we met, it seems we will probably hear, "Wow, that's old, they had movie rental stores?!" (or something like that!)
After we returned home and I RUSHED to change into more descent attire and fix myself up a bit, they came over to watch the movie (First Night with Richard Gere and Sean Connery for those inquiring minds like mine). My initial impression of Sandy though, (and funny enough, my little brother, Tyler's opinion, too!) was not in Sandy's favor! I DIDN'T like him. I found him cocky and arrogant. True story! But that didn't stop me from going out with him a few weeks later, and then a few weeks after that again...until February when we started to date more exclusively. That eventually led to an April, 2000 proposal and that same month he left for boot camp. I planned the wedding in his absence which wasn't all that bad, we still did letter correspondence and he got to phone home a couple of times. He returned home in June. Then, the best part of this story, we were married July 14th of the same year in the Idaho Falls Temple.
Now I guess it's only fair to inject Sandy's P.O.V.
1-He wasn't cocky or arrogant, but confident.
2-The duds I initially sported that night actually worked in my favor; it made a great first impression with him for some reason I still don't understand!
3-He had already seen me before that fateful night and really wanted to meet me (:
This one may need a little explanation: Our families attended the same church, but different wards, and only live a few miles apart. While he knew nearly everyone in both wards, it pretty much excluded my family since I went to school in Firth and almost the entire rest of the area went to Blackfoot or Snake River. So that's how we'd managed to never run in to each other all while growing up! Some other little oddities; one of my close friends growing up knew his family quite well, especially Sandy and his younger brother. Also, Sandy and I both were in 4-H growing up, him with sheep and me with dairy, which meant that at the fair only a single, partial wall separated us. I guess that just goes to show there is a time and place, a rhyme and a reason, for everything!
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