Go figure...

Ten years ago I accepted a job in Socorro, New Mexico, assuming my social life would officially be claimed dead. After a life of pretty much loser relationships (abusive, alcoholic, sociopathic, almost sociopathic), I figured that I had given my best shot at finding someone who was both a good guy but who could also put up with "me" (we can discuss this later). I figured going to work at NRAO would keep me safe from finding anyone I might have the least bit of interest in. A radioastronomy observatory, the staff is primarily comprised of geeks and nerds. (Of course I mean that in the kindest way!) Being left handed and strongly of the right brain persuasion, there wasn't a chance of finding a "soul" mate.

Well, God Dang, then Tim Cornwell entered my life. Tim has a combination of deep analytical skills, an incredible memory, a lust for reading about most anything, and a streak of total silly and crazy-ness. To make a long story short, we celebrated our eighth anniversary last week on October 6. That was two days after we decided to get married, scurried around to find rings and a judge and arrange for a couple hours off from work (no kidding!).

WARNING! Gushy stuff coming... I found my life partner in this crazy and wonderful person. He still amazes me with his intelligence and continues to crack me up with his incredible goofy sense of humor. I love the way he loves his kids. I love the way he loves me and has supported me in so many ways. Tim and I aren't "big" into celebrations, so as usual, our anniversary almost passed unnoticed. So I just wanted to post this little note, because I want everyone to know how much I am still in love with this big, crazy dude.

Judi