I have added links to my other rantings.  I didn't feel like just typing it all out again.  Ok, I lied, I copied and pasted them.  But I do have a rant to add at this time.  If you don't feel like listening to my rantings, then may I suggest the exit.  

Too late. I barred it.

Ok, so here is the ranting for today..."How is married life?"

It has changed me on the anatomical level where every instance of my being has changed to a more kind-hearted, gentle person who loves to stop and smell the roses and ride a surrey with my lovely wife.

ACK! GAG! PUKE!

Married life hasn't changed anything, except legally we are entitled to half of each other's estate.  We are broke, so, really, it hasn't changed anything. 

We got some lovely pictures.  They look great. It was a good party, but I can't say that married life is any different than before we got married.  We still live in the same place, have the same cat (not my fault) and drive the same cars (both hers, so I guess I got a car out of the deal). 

First, let me give you a brief history of life since we got married.  Actually, let me start with before we got married, because that was funny too.

Sacramento is halfway between Fremont and South Lake Tahoe.  Why is that important?  Well, when we went to refuel in Sacramento, Sheila seemed to have forgotten something...her wedding binder which had our wedding license.  We had about 5 or 6 more hours until our rehearsal.  We decided to get to Tahoe, unpack, and worry then.  

We get to Caesar's Palace, which is a great casino and hotel. We were not allowed to check into our room until 3:00 pm.  It was noon when we arrived.  I know, most places will let you check in early.  Not Caesar's.  Not because they are mean people, but because people stay in their rooms there until the last possible minute.  Three o'clock comes around, and we check into the room.  Instead of a room with a king size bed (that was quite important to me) we had a room with 2 twins.  It didn't even have the Jacuzzi tub (again, quite important to me).  I called downstairs and said, "Ya kidding me right?  I am getting married in your chapel tomorrow, and I would love to spend my wedding night in a king size bed."  They felt bad, and said they will see what they could do about upgrading my room.  Sheila went to hang out with Donald then her mom.  They called me back and told me that the manager had approved the upgrade, and it would be a while while they clean the room.  About an hour or so.  It was a lil after three at this time.  We decided that we would go get the wedding license and then hit the rehearsal.  

We go to the license place (two blocks away) and fill out the information, and made it back 5 minutes late for our rehearsal.  I know, this doesn't surprise anyone that knows us. It wasn't our fault.  Ok, it was...

So, after the rehearsal, I check with the front desk to see if the room is ready.  Sheila goes off to hang out with her mom.  They said, yes sir, the room is ready, room 1617.  I was like "KEWL". They gave me two keys...I had Chuy and Nick with me. They can vouch for my reaction.  

We get on the floor.  I check the room number...I see double doors...my legs got weak...I opened the door, and I was in a PALACE...not making a play on words on purpose....it was a BAD AZZ ROOM!  I got the pics to prove it. 

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The room was so big, we could have had the reception there.  No tables, chairs or food, but we all could have fit.  They gave us a luxury suite.  And they comped the difference between the room we started with and the suite.  I would love to say that it was my powers of persuasion. So I will.

The shower doubled as a steam room (I mean a serious steam room, not just leaving the hot water on). The view was lovely, the television was huge. It was a bad azz room. 

Ok, enough. I had to talk about it...very bad ass.

Ok, so, we partied all night before.  Sheila told me that she slept 2 hours, and didn't eat much. I slept 2 hours, and ate like a cow.  (Shut up peanut gallery).  

Ok, wedding. Gonna gloss over it. Just two key points. One, note to Joe Gomes...I am sorry I was talking about you having a goofy smile during your wedding.  I saw the video of mine, and yes...my smile was even goofier.  Two, everyone said, when it finally sinks in, you will get nervous.  It kicked in when Maggie (Sheila's matron of honor) walked down the aisle. 

I was nervous for a full 5 minutes. You can hear it in my voice when I repeat the vows. 

After the ceremony and reception, we hung out with many many people who came to see us.  [I would like to thank all the family and friends that made it, and only naming two, my cousin Kristie  and Donald (who is allowed to chill at our pad anytime he wants...just has to fight Chuy for floor space)] We hung out until very late, and stopped by my mother-in-laws room, and hung with them for an hour or so.  I recall going upstairs...being exhausted...passing out.  

We got up the next day, caught a bus (shuttle) to the airport, and went to Orlando.  We had breakfast with Kristie, then caught the planes. 

Dallas Airport...it is a cool little zoo, with tram rides...you should try it...but only once. 

Ok, now, let's fast forward.  When you are on your honeymoon, make sure everyone knows.  We got free this, discounts on that, and our room at the place in Florida....views overlooking the man made lake (very lovely) and the main swimming pool. Very very nice. 

Well, Disney owns a huge stretch of land down in Orlando (actually, I think it is called something else, but I forget what). They have 3 golf courses, 20+ hotels and resorts, 4 theme parks, and a freeway.  I know, people whom haven't been there think, oh, you mean a few exits.  THEY HAVE A FREEWAY! It spans a good 10 miles.  You can't park on the street and walk in. Hell, taking a cab in, you have to pay for parking.  Disney figured out what they were doing quick. They even have a set of clubs on Downtown Disney that people pay season passes for.

But I digress...Friday night at the Magic Kingdom, I found out that I was laid off of work.  I know, it sucked.  I lived.  I am looking for work now. 

And pretty much, that is married life so far.  Feel free to send donations in amounts no less than $10,000.  Thanks