So I'm a hopeless romantic.......shoot me!

Yes, of course I'm talking about the Royal Wedding, who hasn't been for the past week? The preparations, the ring, the historical church, the famed city, the princes that have grown up before our very eyes, the sentimentality of their mother, the royal family itself, and the commoner.......wait, the commoner? Of course, Kate, the commoner, the one woman who has changed her life with the acceptance of marriage to her prince.

The fact of Kate being a commoner, and her and William's love story, only adds to the enticing quality of this tale. The woman that was normal, now isn't, and never will be again, but do you think that her loss of privacy will matter? Probably not, not since she married a man she has known for over 8 years, so she knows and has known for a while now, exactly what she was getting herself into. But even with basically NO knowledge of how to handle the press, I must say that she handled herself beautifully, and has always, since she has stepped out with her man.

What is the draw of all of this? What pulls in almost everyone to this story? What caused thousands upon thousands of people to cry, cheer and watch with tears in their eyes as this couple got married?

I believe it is because we all know we have witnessed a true Fairy Tale this past week.

A commoner, a plain, unassuming young woman somehow snagged the attention and love of a prince, and she said yes.

And, we all remember those tow-headed little boys, especially William, when we were growing up alongside of them. And we also remember the pain, the heartbreak when their mother passed. We all watched how they had to man up and take control of their future.

Now William has manned up and taken his wife, a beautiful, regal, and sympathetic woman who shows great promise in becoming another memorable princess, and duchess.

I watched Friday night (via DVR) this beautiful ceremony. I watched Kate, regally resplendant in her Grace Kelly inspired dress, as she greeted her handsome husband to be down the aisle. I watched William as he told her she was beautiful and then bit his lip, just like his mother used to do when she was nervous. I watched the royal sucession of vehicles back to the Palace. And then that kiss.......then another.

I watched and my heart felt heavy and full.......and happy.

Now to get us all teary eyed, I'm going to post this so that you can all read how beautiful it is.....





Five months ago, when Prince William announced to the world that he'd given Kate Middleton a ring, he made it clear that only one other woman mattered as much to him.

It's my mother's engagement ring." He told the press of the sapphire and diamond heirloom. "Obviously she's not going to be around for the fun and excitement of it all---this was my way of keeping her close to everything."

Nine days ago, while the rest of the world was fixated on their upcoming nuptiuals, Will and Kate took a boat ride to his mother's final resting place. The couple spent a quiet day at Lady Di's remote burial spot, and walking the grounds of the nearby arberetom where they had planted trees beside their mother as boys. "It was very important for William and Kate to visit his mum before the wedding day," a royal insider told a reporter for the mirror. "Diana is still a huge part of her boy's day to day life, and always will be." This was particularly true today, as William bit his lip nervously, standing at the altar with his bride, just as his mother did on her wedding day. It was a reminder of the millions who've watched the prince become a man, he's still his mother's son.





And what this all boils down to is this........

It is all about LOVE. Love is what Di gave to her sons. Love is what her sons had for her. Now Love is apparent in the Royal family again.

And it couldn't be more beautiful.

HUGS
Trish

Yeah, that's it. . . Vampires!

Okay. I’ve figured it out.
Vampires. . . that’s the answer.

And what, you may ask, was the question? It’s simple:

The world is full of selfish jerks, busily trouncing the heads of their underlings in a pathetic yet desperate attempt to feel big. So why, in the midst of all that testosterone, do girls gravitate toward MORE testosterone? Wouldn’t you think we’d go for the nice guy. . . the sweet guy? The captain of, say, the Chess Club? First chair in the school band? The one who’ll promise to love us forever and not run off with the next cheerleader who flashes a little sumpthin-sumpthin at him???

But no, we proceed to the nearest schmuck, blithely convinced that this jerk, THIS asshole, is the one we’ll be able to save. Never mind the fact that we’ve failed in our attempts on the last seven-- no make that eight-- assholes we’ve dated. Surely it’s time. Surely THIS will be the one. And so we climb on the back of his motorcycle, tell ourselves that the pink helmet he conveniently has strapped to the back was meant just for us and hasn’t been used by a hundred other girls before, and off we go to lala-land where we try (and fail) to convert this steaming pile of crap into the burning inferno we so steadfastly believe it can become.



And why? WHY? Because deep down, we are in search of our vampire. The man who was good, kind, warm and human. The man who was unfairly ripped from the mortal race, who has suffered in darkness until we cast our light of favor upon him. The one who can be redeemed only by the passion of a good woman. . . A woman like US!!!!

Sigh. Yes, I’ve figured it out. THAT’S why I love paranormals. Because they validate all those mistakes I made in high school. “See,” I point and say. “See, I was right. Edward Cullen does exist.”

“Um, you know it’s just a book, right?” says my husband, who was an excellent trumpet player in the school band.

“Just a book, indeed,” I sigh, taking his nerdy, decidedly un-evil hand in mine. “Come on, sweetie. Vampire Diaries is starting.”

So there you have it.
Vampires.
What do y’all think?

The Black Moment

Last weekend, my husband had a seizure. At the time, I wasn't sure if he was having a heart attack, a seizure or a stroke. All I knew for sure was I thought he was dying. It was the black moment in our romance story. I was crying and praying and yelling for someone to get me help. It wasn't pretty and it wasn't calm and it wasn't fun. I truly thought he was dying in my arms. Thankfully, he's alive and well, but at that moment in my life, it became very clear how much our love story meant to me. I'm not ready for it to end for years and years and decades to come.

So my question to my fellow Ass Cheek Angels and our followers, if you had to name one fictional couple you felt were the poster children for a great love story, who would that couple be? I'll get us started.