And we begin...

To blog, or not to blog...that is the question! And boy...is it ever. I've often wondered if anything I had to say, think, share, etc. would be interesting enough for other people to read. Due to low self-esteem, I didn't think it was really something I'd ever do: who on earth would read it, after all?! But I've come to realize, thanks to much love and support by my beloved family & friends that maybe, just maybe I might actually have something to say that people would actually want to read! Wow!

So! I've decided to give this whole 'blog' thing a try. Don't know if I'll ever have anything interesting enough for anyone else to bother reading, but if nothing else it'll give me something to do to fill the hours, right? Right! Why the name, you ask? Trust me...when you get to know my life, you'll get it. Until then let's just say "it works" and leave it at that for now.

I guess perhaps some introductions are in order? I'm Wendy...a 43 year old Canadian woman of Irish/Scots roots. I'm engaged to be married to a pretty terrific guy, my very own 6 foot Redneck, whom I call "Old Guy" or "O.G.". Old Guy & I have known each other most of our entire lives. The first memory of each other that stands out for both of us happened when I was just 6 years old...and O.G. rescued me. You see, I was being harassed & picked on by the neighborhood bully - he was 9 or 10 years old, and at least a foot taller then I. Now, I was a pretty tough kid: the youngest child in my family, with 2 older brothers (who also loved to pick on me!), so I had learned how to cope. For the most part.

Regardless of all that, it seems that particular day I was having an "off" day. In a nutshell? It'd sucked. Don't remember why exactly, just remember that this bully just topped off a really cruddy day. So...there I was, being taunted & pushed around by this big, obnoxious kid. He was really giving me the gears...and was apparently having a ball pushing me down on the cement sidewalk just up the block from our house. I remember trying so hard not to cry, but fear was making that quite difficult. I was literally terrified! I couldn't get my feet under me, each time I tried to get up he'd just push me right back down. The cement was hot & dry under me, and I remember how rough it felt. My hands were quite badly scraped up, as were both my knees.

Just when I'd about given up & was ready to just lie down and have a really good cry, I suddenly heard this voice saying, "So...you like to pick on little girls do you?". And without any warning, the bully was abruptly flat on his face on the ground next to me! I stared at the bully, my mouth agape and then this hand was thrust in front of my face, "C'mere hon, let me help you up". He picked me up off the ground & dusted me off carefully. I remember thinking, "WOW! He's TALL!". O.G. did a quick check of my hands & knees; he got this really angry look on his face. I was a little nervous, thinking perhaps I'd done something wrong (bleed on him or something?!), but he quickly assured me he wasn't upset with me, and that perhaps I'd best run along the rest of the way home. I didn't need to be told twice. I was on my way in a flash, but about half-way down the block I stopped to take a quick peek behind me.

All I could see was O.G. repeatedly pushing the bully down onto the sidewalk. He kept saying, "So you like to push down little girls do you? How do YOU like it? Huh? How do YOU like to be pushed around? Is it fun? Are you going to do that to her again?!". And that was it...I had a serious case of hero worship for him for many years afterwards.

Life took us both down our own paths, and eventually we lost track of each other. We reconnected following the tragic & unexpected death of his wife. With both of us now single, (and him totally lost as a single dad with a 5 year old daughter & teenage son) eventually the inevitable happened...after some serious chasing of me on his part that is, lol. I'd two failed marriages under my belt by then, and was quite happily single. Had been for many years...I'd dated on and off over the previous 8 years, but hadn't gotten into anything terribly serious, and was most certainly not looking for husband #3! But, he was quite persistent...one thing about this fellow: once he's made up his mind, that's it. And apparently I was "it", lol.

...and guess what? He was still my hero...and initially, he was still rescuing me. But more on that part another time.

We've been engaged now for almost 9 years....yeah, I know: Long engagement. That's my fault - I've still got some commitment issues I'm working though. Luckily, he's a patient man. He's also very accepting...which is good, considering the fact that I'm not just a commitment-phobe....I'm also a Psychic. Yes, honestly...psychic.

Got your attention now, don't I?!