Confessions of Jersey Girl

I’m seriously on edge right now, I have a fear that a nervous breakdown is just around the corner.  Today sucked.  I know that everything is going to be okay, but right now… i’d just prefer someone to hold me.

I took Stella pup to the vet this morning.  We had no appointment but they said to bring her ASAP, so at 9am… off we went.  I got there and the vet was a complete jerk.  He came in, didn’t introduce himself to me,  didn’t talk to or pet Stella and went right to sticking a thermometer up her bum.  Like really!?  You can’t talk to my puppy or introduce yourself before you go doing something like that?  Ugh.  So, I was irritated.  I repeatedly asked him if he was sure she had Parvo, and he kept ignoring me.  I sort of got nasty the third time and he finally told me he was confident that was what she had.  Then, he basically told me she was going to die.  He was all “Well,  She could perk up and be fine or she could be dead tomorrow. “  EXCUSE ME!?  Isn’t his job to tell me that he would do everything he could to make her better?  I was there, in tears.  I mean, I get that he might talk to Matt that way, but i’m a girl with a 7 week old puppy and he was being an asshole.

Long story short, he tried to convince me to leave her there overnight.  I asked if anyone would be theer around the clock and he said no.  So, I informed him that I would be okay leaving her there for the day but i’ll be back at 6:30 to pick up Stella.  So, I’m waiting now.  Calling the vet every hour for an update and just hoping that my baby is okay.

So I leave her at the vet to get some IV fluids, I get out to the parking lot and start my car.  I was a total mess.  I went to put my window down to get some wind in my face and SNAP!  The drivers side window fell down and wouldn’t go up or down.  I hit the button and NOTHING HAPPENED.  Great.  So, I called Matt and called my mom all hysterical and she rode with me to take it to the shop to just get it put on the track which should be like $40.  No big deal.

I got a cal about half an hour later that it would be $400 to fix the window because I needed a new regulator and new clips for the window.  CUE HYSTERICS.  There is absolutely no way we could squeak out another $400 with a sick puppy still at the vet.  Getting Stella better was my #1 priority, so we asked the mechanic if he could just get the window to go up and I’ll get it fixed when I can afford it.  So, my window is now held up with DUCT TAPE.  How ghetto, right?

Oh, and then I hit the fence at my parents house and dented the shit out of the passengers side of my car.  HOW AWESOME.

I’m leaving in 15 minutes to go pick up Stella for the night and then Matt is going to take her back in the morning for another IV session and some other things, then thankfully… i’m done with that vet.  Now all I need is my little girl to get better and to win the lottery.

I have created a seperate blog for all of the submissions to Project Love Story that i’ve gotten so far.  The number right now is in the mid 20’s!  I’m absolutely floored by the response to this, i’ve loved reading the submissions.  I’ve laughed and i’ve cried (oh have I ever cried…).

Doni said it best when she described it: “love stories about soulmates, heartbreaks, moments, epic adventures, or anything, really, that to YOU means LOVE”.

If you would like your story to be included, just comment here, on the Love Story Project blog or email me at rachel.e.gallagher[at]gmail.com and i’ll get all the info over to you!

The new website is still a work in progress as far as design is concerned, but it’s up and it’s running.  Each love story is posted on the front page of the blog by itself, I wanted to give everyone their chance to shine. :)

Drumroll please…

http://project-love-story.blogspot.com/

Read it, subscribe to it, help it grow.

Do you have that one song that just completely stops you in your tracks when you hear it?  The first few bars play and you’re transported back in time and the memories are so vivid that you swear, for those few seconds that you’re right back where you were when that song meant something huge.

Back when Matt and I were together for the first time back in the summer of 2004, we went up to Six Flags a ton.  We weren’t realy adults yet, so we had our summers to play and we did.  We made the three hour trip quite often with a group of friends, but this time we were going to see a concert.

Back on 04′ I was just starting to listen to country music and Sara Evans was playing at the park.  We had season passes, so the concert was free.  I was so excited, I remember talking about going up to the concert forever.  When we got up there, we took our seats in the bleachers, stage left.  She sang a ton of songs and I remember sisng along and giggling, all the while holding Matt’s hand.  I was so grateful to have him there with me, he had just gotten back from a deployment and it was like a dream come true.

She did a cover of “I Could Not Ask for More”, you know that cheesy song by Edwin McCain?  Yeah, that one.  Except with her voice, it was just so beautiful.  She hadn’t even made it to the chorus yet when Matt hopped over the railing and motioned for me to do the same.  I thought he was insane, but I was crazy about him, so I did it anyway.  So there we were staning in this big open area with nothing around us except the audience on either side and Sara Evans in front of us. (This situation had the potential to be ALL KINDS of awkward, right?)

He grabbed my hand and spun me around.  Before we knew it, I was down there with him dancing in front of everyone.  We danced for the whole song, it was one of the sweetest things i’ve ever experienced in my life.  Cheesy, maybe.  But ever since then, and in all the years that we weren’t together… It never failed, every single time I’d hear that song on the radio or on my ipod it would stop me dead in my tracks.  I’d listen to those first few notes and I was transported back to right then.  Even when I thought I didn’t love him anymore, or we were nothing more than friends… that song just sent this rush over me and I still get a little giddy whenever I hear it.

I’ve never been the type to be like “Oh, this is OUR SONG”.  I always thought that was kind of dumb, but this?  This is OUR song.

What’s YOUR song that brings you back, that stops you dead in your tracks?

This is the love story of Steph Anne & Tyler.

Hubby and I are high school sweethearts. Soon it’ll be 8 years since we started dating when we both were 16 years old.

Tyler and I first met on my first day at the deaf school. I was outside of the dorms (we lived there during the week and went home on the weekends) talking with my friends when Tyler came up to me and awkwardly asked me what my name was. He didn’t really know that much sign language at the time so he was clumsy and he didn’t even understand what I said when I fingerspelled my name. He smiled then walked off. (Many years later I found out that he didn’t know what I said and had to ask the other boys what my name was).

Tyler in green and me next to him in blue.

Tyler never gave up trying to talk to me and sat with me on the bus when we went home on the weekends. He’d even say “Hi, Mom!” to MY mom. Of course my mom thought he was cute and sweet! I shrugged it off because at the time I was dating someone else. I was at the age where I was interested in boys that were so cool and not so nice like Tyler. I enjoyed Tyler’s company as a friend and nothing more than that. After school he would always go to his dorm and finish his homework and call his Mom for their daily chat then come over to my dorm to hang out. My dorm counselor always came to my room to say, “Tyler’s here to see you!”

A few months after I broke up with the boy I was seeing, Tyler started flirting with me. He would let me borrow his sweatshirt and CD’s to listen to every night. One night I kissed him on the cheek before he went back to his dorm. Immediately that night I felt confused and guilty for leading him on so I wrote him a letter explaining I didn’t want to hurt him and thought it would be best if we were just friends. Tyler ignored everything I said and would not give up.

The day came where everyone was discussing who was taking who to Prom. Tyler asked me to go to Prom with him and I told him I would as friends only. One day after school we all were hanging outside with our friends. One of my friends said she thought Tyler was cute and jokingly said that she should ask him out. I quickly reacted by saying, “No!” and then realized I did like him but was afraid of getting into a relationship mainly because my family was moving to Arizona that Summer.

A few weeks went by. Tyler and I were chatting online and he had told me he needed to ask me something on the Bus when we go back to school. Right then I kind of knew he was going to ask me out again. I was so nervous! We sat together on the bus and he asked me if I would be his girlfriend. I said Yes! I think at the time he was more excited than I was. He’s definitely a Mama’s Boy and called his Mom to let her know we were going steady. We went to Prom together and had so much fun together!

Prom 2001

School was coming to an end. We had to figure out where our relationship was going since my family was moving to Arizona. Tyler suggested we stay together and attempt the long distance thing. Being long distance was the most difficult thing we went through for 2 years before we finally went to college together. It was a whole new relationship for us in college since we were on our own and seeing each other everyday compared to 1 week every 2 months or so.

Visiting each other during the Summer

The year before I graduated from college, we got engaged & married! The engagement story is another story for another time.

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This is the love story of Erin & TK!

Hmm, how we met, well I was working at summer camp and my coworker found him in her neighbour’s barn and brought him to live with us for the summer. Turns out he was kind of mean and bit people, but that summer I fell in love with him. After the summer, nobody wanted him, and he was going to be returned to the barn. I couldn’t let that happen so I decided he was coming to live with me. My parents were not impressed. That was almost two years ago. I could not love my little troublemaker more, and even my parents have come to like him. Now, I don’t know what I’ve do without him.