Join, Welcome, & Thank You; How I Met Trouble

I would like to start my post today by welcoming a new Blogger

to my blog.   Welcome Jaz from the Octoberfarm blog. Thank you for joining my blog, please sit back and enjoy the ride.   Friends, please check out the Octoberfarm blog, you won’t be disappointed.  Jaz is a wonderful person, who makes all these delicious looking meals that will make you drool.



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I promised a couple of dear friends I would explain in a post on how I met my husband, Bulldog Man. 

About 13 years ago, I was living in Florida, enjoying my life, and raising Tank, as a single parent in a professional career, and thought I needed something to do, or a hobby to preoccupy my spare time.  I had heard about chat rooms on the computer, but was very hesitant because of my line of profession.  Back then, my computer provider was MSN.  MSN had this screen, outlining various chat rooms based on hobbies, likes and dislikes.  As I scrolled down the list, a couple of chat room names appeared interesting.  One in specific titled “The Coffeehouse” caught my attention.  I entered the chat room using an alias name.  I sat quietly in the background reading the comments and analyzing the chat room.  Then I typed a comment in the chat room just to see if I would get a response.  To my surprise, I was welcomed by a few people.  Several men and women introduced themselves.  While reading comments typed on the screen, I learned a lot of the people in this room were people my age, just looking for something to do in their off time.  Of course every now and then you’ll find some strange, off the wall, individual (pervert) who didn’t want to socialize about hobbies, family, or things of interest; he/she had other interests if you know what I mean!!!!  Those were the type of people you just deleted and banned from the chat room. 

Okay….now on with the story. Over a 6 month period, I befriended several wonderful people in this chat room, 3 women, and 2 guys I’ve kept contact with over the last 13 years. We’re all good friends.   One of these guys was my husband, Bulldog Man (he wasn’t my husband at that time).  He really seemed like a nice man, we talked several minutes each day about how our day went at work, our kids, and how we were feeling at the time.  Over a 3 month period, our conversations were more in depth, it was like we were best friends, and had known each other for years.

Another 3 months passed, and we decided to swap telephone numbers.  Instead of having long winded conversations on the computer, we would have our conversations over the telephone; yes they were still long winded, for hours each night.  Then one night, Bulldog Man informed me his job was sending him to Tampa, Florida to work on some equipment. He asked me on his days off if he could drive down to our small town outside of Ft. Lauderdale, Florida so we could meet in person.  My heart was racing, what do I say?????  I turned to my sister; she was living with me at that time.  She told me to invite him here, and we will just be real careful.  I needed to be careful because even though I had talked to this man for 6 months on the computer and telephone, he was still a stranger.  I invited him down.  He would arrive in Florida in a week and a half.  This gave me time to talk with all of my male buddies, you know those body building type (in size), law enforcement buddies, about the situation. This way my big body building friends would be close by in the neighborhood to help me if, God forbid, something were to happen, or I just didn’t like the guy, and wanted him to leave. 

 The weekend of the visit………..

Bulldog Man called me on the telephone to let me know he was leaving his motel in Tampa and hitting the road to come to my place.  I said to drive carefully, and I would see him when he gets here.  I did ask him to call me when he made a pit stop, this way I had an idea where he was at on the road, and I would have an idea when he would arrive, time wise. This way I could have my body guards ready. bahahahahaha……poor Bulldog Man, he had no idea what he’s getting into J

Bulldog Man called me 2 ½ hours later, I knew I had about 1 hour before he arrived; I notified my friends to let them know when to expect him.  This way they could be close in the neighborhood, with their cars and handcuffs.

At just before 9:00AM on a Saturday morning, there’s a knock on my front door. I took a deep breath, and looked out the peep hole, there’s no one standing directly in front of the peep hole.  I do however see flowers, I knew he was here.  I opened the door slowly, and there he was, standing up against the wall hiding.  I thought that was strange, I asked “why are you up against the side wall of the house”.  He said, “well I thought you wouldn’t like me if you knew I was only 5’4” tall and  if you  could see my height through the peep hole you wouldn’t open the door” ( I could see the stress all over his face).  I laughed and said you’re silly, at which point the stress left his face. He handed me the flowers, before I could do anything, he grabbed my waist and planted a kiss on my lips like we knew each other for a life time. 

Bulldog Man had no idea I had friends watching out for me outside with badges and handcuffs, ready to haul his ass off, and my sister inside with her friendly baseball bat. 

From that point on we were inseparable, we married 3 years later.

This was 13 years ago. 

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