The Blessed Union

To Say that my wedding was unconventional is an understatement to say the least but let me break it down for you..... We had since the beginning of the relationship five years prior planned a nautical themed wedding on the anniversary of the day we met.... That's pretty much where the planning stage ended... The wife had done some stuff but all that never really panned out...The month or so before my darling soon to be mother in law and lil big brother in law assembled the message in a bottle invites (hey now we're getting somewhere)...so the week of everyone comes to the blessed state of Florida for the annual family vacation (a little late in the year but thanks for the change of date).... I wrote the vow of all vows like the week before sitting by the pool with a beer, some smokes, a pen, and some paper (sounds romantic right)...That is pretty much all the preplanning besides getting the wedding license taken care of ON TIME ( little back story we had planned to get married the year before but the day we went to get the license it was veterans day and ummm the courthouse was closed no license to wedding)....so now that peeps have been invited and all the right folks(minus an officiant) are in place let's get hitched....

Speed ahead to the week of the nuptuals....No cake, no officiant, no best man, no problem.....The wife had her dress I still had no outfit but whatever...when we went to walmart to get the cake I got a shirt to go with my shorts (SCORE) ....Note DO NOT GO TO WALMART to get your wedding cake seems like you don't have to have any type of skill in penmanship to be a cake decorator there.... so now I have an outfit but the cake is all afuck....we won't let Rora see it because it's THAT BAD...Thank the lord god baby jesus in his tiny little manger that there was someone who could make it work.... Still no officiant though....The night before though was my soon to be Brother In Laws 21st bday though so why not ask him to be my best man (good idea wifey SCORE)...So that takes care of the last few hours before everyone shows up... Still no officiant.... So who could we get to be the master of ceremonies at our wedding I know lets ask (make) Lunchbox do it....So he gets there and the wife pulls him to the computer to get ordained ...... Ok now we're getting somewhere.... say who's going to capture all this on film you ask.... uhhhhhhhh..... Thank Jesus in a tuxedo tee shirt that we have a friend in the business both Mike and Mark over at http://mathewsbros.com/ are friends and have fun taking pictures because mike showed up with his new fancy schmancy camera to try it out (if planning a wedding or other event in Florida or elsewhere if you can give them a shout) (GOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL)......

The vows were self done as I have said...Rora went with the traditional rout with quotes and all that goodness mine was a lot like this done with a smile and meant to get the same effect....If I am ever without something to blog about maybe I will pull them out and type them up for all to see....

Hey if you want to see pics of the event why not head on over to http://mathewsbros.smugmug.com/Weddings/Moore-Wedding and see for yourself how flipping cool it was.... oh and check out there work

This blog post was inspired by the weddings at http://smodcastle.com and by the twins with the camera over at http://mathewsbros.com/

My Thoughts Of Epic October

I would just like to say that #EpicOctober2010 was a blast......I would like to say I met some really cool folks some new some already family..... It made taking the weekend off before my bday that much better... I think I may have eaten too much but alas it's cool...I look forward to many other #tcc group trips.....

Memories.....

I BROKE THE MONORAIL....not like I was on it and it went down......NO I BROKE IT....I accidentally found the escape hatch....not all handles are handles.....

The Hallowishes Summoner was EPIC....I have to say I saw some really cool kids...My last two trips to disney have been really memorable not for what I did but for what I got to see two marriage proposals and the SUMMONER

Nobody at the table in Germany will ever look at potato dumplings the same way again

Breakfast at OKW just hanging out

I got to spend a lot of time with my wife whom I love so very much

Stay tuned

Monday is going to be fun when I get home from work I am going to get shitfaced and then blog this should be fun

The Beauty Of Not Knowing aka My Personal Hell

Seems like I get the urge to blog when I am feeling down about myself so pardon me while I attempt to get some shit out..............

My Personal Hell consists of a whole bunch of shit I have no control over but so be it. Be it my thyroid, diabeetus, or depression something is FUCKED on the inside..... not sure which but have to wait till I can find dollars to find out (wal-mart has the worst insurance plan known to man). I went to a doctor to find out what's wrong to find this out. $436.16 is what it's going to cost me to find out right out of my pocket which is already empty. Life will go on.....

I have researched all of these diagnosises (sp?) and seems like they all fit. Can't sleep, feel down, feel better when I eat sugar, body aches, you name it I got it. I have been able to control it for the last eight years or so but lately shits been piled on and I can't seem to get a grip on it..... to put it bluntly I feel like Jack when he beat the living FUCK out of that kid in fight club I just want to destroy something.

But so be it... Football is right around the corner which means I won't be able to watch any games but will be able to read all about them which is good because I love football. Sad to see Coach Bowden won't be on the sidelines though.

from the outside looking in

I am sort of an antisocial person, I think everyone gets that. I hate people, I hate crowds, and I hate interaction. If I had one wish it would be to only interact with people when the mood warranted such interaction. Spend some time with me and it's not that hard to see. That being said while im quiet I tend the analyze the shit that is going around me in my head.

Lately I have been making the effort to be out and about with various people trying to get over the abrupt ending of some friendships early last year of which I still have no clue. Maybe it's best I don't know hell if I know. But ANYWAYS

LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS PIXIE DUST. STOP TRYING TO LIVE VICARIOUSLY THROUGH OTHERS. JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU ARE THE SMARTEST KID WITH DOWN SYNDROME DOESN'T MAKE YOU THE COOLEST. SOMETIMES STEP AWAY FROM THE KOOLAID.

Writing As A Form Of Therapy

They say that writing is a form of therapy so here goes....

I was recently asked why I had only been to disney five times in my life prior to my 31st bday...it's been on my mind as to why for the past four hours so I guess I will tell yall...it's my blog so I can do it....

I was born with a fairly absent father and my mother isn't much of a mother...I learned early in life to be alone...we didn't do much when I was a kid as far as fun stuff was concerned I was left mainly to entertain myself...the few fun things I can remember all involve my now deceased Grandma Moore....That takes care of the first time I ever went to disney which I can't really remember because I was YOUNG...

Second time was in high school at epcot...fun school trip no parents involved...well at least as far as mine were concerned...we were poor and I worked to pay for the trip which made it that much moore enjoyable...

Third Time was with my now wife and inlaws...again Epcot but this time I learned that the Living Seas were no moore and now it was some goddamn Nemo bullshit....FUCK THAT....

Fourth Time was with my now wife and some friends that are no longer friends...again Epcot again fun....

Fifth Time was with wife her florida best friend and a psycho ginger who made the experience one that could best be described as FUCKING HORRIBLE...

So in conclusion...born poor black child...no fun...the fact that I prefer the company of very little people major factor

The End (for now)

The Truth The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth

my last post was an abridged version of who my wife and I became my wife and I....lot's of folks have been asking me and my wife says it's the worst story ever so let me tell the whole truth an nothing but the truth so help me jeebus...if I had a gideon's bible I would put my hand on it as I say this.....I do NOT condone any of the actions(anymoore)......

I had recently left a bad situation (....no job....bad headspace...etc). I had been chatting on a website for quite sometime and if I am not wrong (prove it) she had me on "ignore" for quite sometime. We had some mutual friends on said site and somehow she took me off of ignore and we struck up a conversation.. one day said mutual friend was having a get together and 'the wife' decided to fly down. As we had struck up a conversation we decided she could crash with me and my cousin while she was down here. So she flew down and I met her at the airport after a few phone conversations. After dinner it was time for bed on thursday night.

Friday brought on shopping (as my wardrobe wasn't to her liking) and then to meet up with the friends. We shared our first dance that night. Then it was on to bed at a friends place.

Saturday morning was spent chit chatting with friends until it was time to head to another friend's get together. Time to get to the points that aren't really all that appropriate. There is a drug called MDMA makes you moore open and honest. Common street name is ecstasy and next to cocaine and LSD it was my drug of choice. She used to use it too but not to the extent I did. So we dose and the night wears on. I was outside enjoying a cigarette and she was talking to her "other mommy" another mutual friend. I came back in the apartment and was met by "Nikki". She looked at me and said "awe you and my baby rora are getting married". So the rest of the night until the wee hours of the morning was spent just talking and sort of feeling each other out on what was said.

Sunday morning-night was spent like any day after "rolling" is spent, not doing much of shit. The day after is called "being ate up" for a reason. You feel like you were eaten, digested, and shat out.

Monday was spent relaxing and her talking to her bestest friend about the goings on of the recent days and prepping her for her return trip to NH. During the night she must of swiped my flannel shirt and pillow case and left Mr Kitty in my room.

Tuesday was her flight home. After not wanting to let her go at the airport I boarded the bus home. I saw her flight fly overhead and this manliest of men shed a tear. Maybe I will write a blog on the other times I have actually cried in a later blog post.

Wednesday was spent with me being mopey waiting on a my nightly phone call with the mocha princess. It was then that I was told that in one weeks time I was being bought for a christmas gift by the wife for my now wife. I was to board the same flight that take Aurora home. Yay me.

Thursday was spent telling my cousin that I was about to ditch the dust cloud that was my life to join the love of my life.

For the record on that thursday when I met her at the airport she was wearing blue jeans, black boots, a blue sweater, and striped thongs that matched her bra (I believe).