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Our First Valentine’s Day Together

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I am such a nerd for Valentine’s Day! One of my favorite Valentine’s Day was our first Valentine’s Day nine years ago!  The night we first met I told Trent about my Grandma Stella, and how she had been married to my Grandfather for 60 years. The last year of her life my Grandfather built her a huge garden filled with Lilies and sun flowers. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Two weeks later on Valentine’s Day I walked into Trent’s apartment and he had an entire apartment filled with Lily Plants! My mouth dropped to the ground! He said, “I’m going to build you a garden, too.”
I started to cry and I pulled out my backpack and handed Trent his gift.  Trent used to be a children’s librarian when he lived in Huntsville, Alabama. One of his favorite author’s was Shel Silverstein. The first night we talked he told me that he always loved Shel Silverstein’s books as an adult, and his favorite was The Missing Piece Meets The Big O. I found the first edition ever written of The Missing Piece the second day after I met Trent, and I had it shipped to me before Valentine’s Day. Thankfully, I was able to give it to Trent that night.

Trent went on to build a huge garden filled with sunflowers and lilies. If you saw Trent that summer he was watering, tilling, weeding-anything he had to do to get that garden built. When we got married that September we got married outside and all of the flowers we used were flowers Trent had grew for me that year. All accept for my bouquet.

A lot of people think that it’s crazy how fast Trent and I fell in love and got together. How vulnerable we allowed ourselves to be with each other when we had just met. It was hard for me, it’s hard for anyone to put themselves out there. Everyone comes with baggage, but when it feels right it just feels right. You can’t fight fate.  If you have someone in your life that makes you feel the way Trent made me feel or vice versa, find a way to show them you love them tomorrow, and every other day after. The love Trent and I have is special and rare and it only comes along every once in a while. If God has blessed you with your soul mate, don’t take advantage of that blessing.

If by the off chance you are with the wrong person, and you know that you aren’t supposed to be with that person- don’t wait to leave. Life is short-everyone has a Trent, and everyone has a Mae. Go find yours!!

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Trenton Bugs Out

Chapter 3: Trenton Bugs Out

Trent with Chewy in the basket! Yes, that's our Maybe Baby!

Trent with Chewy in the basket lookin like ET!

“If I don’t have coupons, I can’t buy anything!” Mae protested. “Please give me the scissors!”

Trenton gave Mae a tired laugh but held the scissors out of her reach. “Tell me you love me.” He grinned.

“I love you, ya dumbass, now give me the scissors.”

Trent handed them over and received a kiss for ransom. “I’m heading straight for the shower. You wouldn’t believe the day I had.”

He went into the bedroom and emptied his pockets onto his dresser. He yelled over his shoulder back at Mae. “Raul thought he’d be funny and loosened the cap on the bulk jug of red curry. Guess how many gallons of house dressing we had to make to balance out about a cup of the stuff.”

“No idea,” she yelled back.

“Well, considering that we use about a tablespoon per gallon… ” He grabbed a towel from the linen shelf, flung it over his shoulder and went into the bathroom.

“How many?” Mae snipped a coupon for buy-one-get-one-free rotini pasta (limit 12) and set it aside just in case she found a better one.

“Sixteen!” Trenton turned on the hot water and eased his tired muscles under the shower head.

Mae came in with a Pennysaver and her scissors. “Sixteen gallons of dressing?”

“Yeah,” Trent said between soapy splashes. “We won’t be able to use it all. Wouldn’t go through that much before it started going bad. Gonna donate it to a shelter or something.”

“Gonna give’m the lettuce and tomatoes to make the salad too?” Mae quipped.

“I don’t know. I’m sure it’ll work out.”

“Sixteen gallons of dressing,” Mae said with a laugh.

“Can’t hear you!” Trenton had shampoo and soap and hot water running everywhere.

“I said,” Mae yelled, “sixteen gallons of…. OH MY GOD THAT IS SUCH A WEIRD-LOOKING BUG!”

“BUG??” Trenton’s irrational fear of anything with six or more legs overcame his rational need to remain upright, and he lifted a leg to flee the tub. The problem was, his face and beard were covered in soapy water, and the floor of the tub was too.

Before Mae could explain the full situation, Trent was feet up and butt down, and in spite of a probable broken rib, Mae burst out laughing.

“I know it’s not funny, but are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay,” Trent painfully pulled himself up and wiped the soap from his eyes. He stepped very carefully out of the tub, and looked at Mae’s strange bug.

“It’s just this weird ant,” said Mae. “Look, really.”

Trenton’s breath hitched from the pain in his side. “I just fell over a fucking ANT?”

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to make this day any better.” He stepped back in the shower. “Had to go in early because the prep guy called in sick, had to stay late because Raul had to be a prankster, now I think I -*ow!*- broke a rib over a…” He leaned out of the shower to drive his point home to Mae face to face. “Because of a freakin’ ANT!”

On the word ‘ant’, Trent’s enthusiasm got a little too much momentum going, and he lost his balance. This time, he managed to pull a disco twirl and almost did the splits before falling (again) on his side (again) and cracking a rib (if not before, then now, again).

Mae rushed to the tub and turned off the water. “Trent! Are you okay?”

He moaned out, “Not really,” before refusing to talk in exchange for focusing on trying to breathe without too much excruciating pain. He pointed to his side and mouthed, “Broke.”

“Shit,” was all Mae had to say. She stood up and looked at her naked husband laying in the tub, covered in soap and water, and holding his side. She bit her lip; she covered her mouth; she even held her nose to see if that would help, but no. She started laughing again.

“You know I’m going to have to get someone to help you out of there and get you to the urgent care, right?”

Trenton rolled his eyes and sent telepathic messages to his dear wife that she’d better stop laughing and just get him some help.

“I’ll call Steve; be right back.”

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Trent lay in his recliner, and Mae brought him some sweet tea. “Thanks, babe.”

“I’m sorry I laughed, but it was funny.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“How are the pain pills working?” Mae put an afghan over his legs and stroked his forehead. “Is the pain better?”

Trenton nodded. “A bit. Hurts like hell to breathe though.”

“Just relax. I’ll take good care of ya.”

A knock at the door called Mae away. She opened the door and Darlene ran right in.

“I heard about poor Trent. Is he gonna be all right?” Darlene looked around. “Where is he? I wanna tell him to get well soon.”

Mae held on to Darlene’s arm. “He’s resting. Tomorrow might be better.”

“But we just got back from our camping trip at the river, and heard the news, and I came right over. Can’t I just see him a minute?”

“What is it you really want, Darlene?”

“Well,” Darlene gave Mae a sheepish smile, “if it’s not too much trouble, I was wondering if he’d sell me a couple of his pain pills. What’d he get? Oxycodone? Tramadol? Vicodin?”

“He’s in a lot of pain and needs his meds.”

“Oh I’m sure he’ll feel better by tomorrow. Maybe he could spare one or two just for tonight. How about twenty dollars?”

“Darlene.” Mae put her hands on her hips.

“You don’t have to get uppity about it. I just came over to wish him a speedy recovery.”

“Yup.”

“Well, if he changes his mind…”

“Bye, Darlene.” Mae helped her out the door and shut it. “Ugh. Sometimes that woman…”

“Who was it?” Trenton’s painful voice came from the next room.

Mae walked in to him. “Darlene. She wants to buy your pain pills.”

“Figures. Thought she and Randy were camping.”

“Me too. She said they just got back tonight. Anyway, she said to tell you she wishes you a speedy recovery.”

“And my pills.”

They shared a laugh and the door rattled with another knock.

“If that’s her again, I won’t be responsible for my actions,” Mae said and stormed off to the front door.

Steve and Ruth stood there. Ruth held a casserole, and Steve held a stack of magazines.

“Oh, it’s you. Come on in.” Mae opened the door all the way. “He’s in there.” She pointed Steve in the right direction while she and Ruth went to the kitchen.

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“Hey, man. You look okay to me. Wanna go toss some shoes?” Steve sat down near Trent and put the magazines in his lap.

“Very funny.”

“It was when I got you out of the tub.”

“Oh god, don’t remind me.”

“You’re sexy when you’re naked and wet.” Steve barely kept a straight face.

“If I could move, I’d break your ribs!” Trenton groaned and looked at the magazines.

“I thought you could use something to keep you occupied while you’re fixin’ up.” Steve pointed to the one on top. “That one’s from the barbershop I go to. I haven’t looked in it, but it’s got some travel stuff. Thought you might like it.”

Trenton shuffled through the stack of magazines. “Better Homes & Gardens?”

“Well, that one was from Ruth.”

They heard a knock at the door and Mae’s voice answering. From the other room they heard her say, “I guess so. Come on.”

Maggie and Rob squeezed into the room.

“Oh you poor thing,” Maggie said. “Here. I fixed up some liniment from my grandma’s recipe. It’ll help heal those ribs up in no time. Rub it on three times a day.”

Trent took the small jar and opened it. His nose didn’t get within ten inches before being assaulted by a spicy odor more pungent than a cup of red curry. He slammed the lid back on. “Thanks, Maggie.”

“We just wanted to tell you to get better soon, and if you need anything, just holler.” Rob held his hand out as if to shake with Trent, but Trent just looked at it and gave Rob a look that said, ‘really?’ Rob’s hand went awkwardly to his side. “Uh, well, I guess we’ll go and let you recuperate. Call us, okay?”

“Okay, will do,” Trent said through clenched teeth. “Damn this hurts.”

As Maggie and Rob left, Darlene went right in past them into Trent’s recovery room. “Hey, Trent, I’m so sorry to hear about your accident, and I was just wondering if…”

“Darlene Wheelock, get on back home!” Mae stormed in and pointed to the door.

“Come on, I just want to ask one little question.” She turned to Trent. “How about twenty dollars?”

Trent’s eyes widened. “What the hell?”

“The answer is no; now get on home before I call Randy to come drag you home!” Mae was in her war stance: hands on hips, feet apart, head down, and eyes full of fire.

“Thirty?”

Mae grabbed Darlene by the arm and dragged her to the door.

“Thirty-five, and that’s my final offer!” She hollered up the steps as she was being put down them.

“I’m sorry, but your account is no longer in good standing, and your transaction has been declined,” Mae said, and shut the door in Darlene’s face.

“What was she on about?” Trent asked.

“Guess.” Mae looked at the prescription bottle on the table.

Steve, Ruth, and Trent, all at once rolled their eyes and said, “Ohhh. Yeah.”

“We’d better be going too. Call me.” Ruth gave Mae a little hug and patted Trent’s arm.

“See ya, buddy. But not like I saw you this afternoon. Ever. I hope.” Steve saluted Trent, and he and Ruth went out the door.

Mae locked it and turned out the porch light.

As they got into bed, Mae turned to Trent and kissed his cheek. “Sixteen gallons, huh?”

They grinned, and Trent grunted.

“Shut up. I love you.”

“Love you too. ‘Night.”

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My Love Letter to Trent for Our Fifth Year Wedding Anniversary

Dear Trenton,

I’ll never forget the first time I met you. It was electric. Chills went up my spine and it was like gravity was pulling me to you and only you. And I walked over to you and it was like I had known you from another life.

I remember the first time we made love. I remember how sweet and special and amazing it was. You had the song, “My Love, ” by John Lennon playing on your record player and it immediately became my favorite song of all time and the reason why it became the song I walked down the aisle to, instead of Here Comes The Bride.

I remember when I went to your apartment and you knew my favorite musician was John Lennon. Which was another reason why I immediately loved you because he was also your favorite musician. You had written on a piece of paper, “Here peace bed peace,” and was to right over your bed, just like John and Yoko when they were married.

I remember when you met my dad. How wonderful you were to him and you will never fully understand how much I appreciate how good you were to him and how much you respected our relationship together.

I remember the day when I read the paper and it was in the records that we were to be married. I started crying and you asked what was wrong. I said, “I never not want to have first moments with you. This is the only time we are ever going to be in the paper for getting married! ” You started to laugh and said, “I promise that I will always give you first moments to look forward to.”

And you have.

I remember our wedding day. I remembered I was so worried that you wouldn’t think I was pretty. I remembered you looked over to me before you said your vows and whispered, “You took my breath away when you walked towards me. You are SO beautiful.” And I started to tear up.

My love for you is more important than a verse on a Valentine card. It is here and now, real and true, the most important thing in my life.

Without your love I merely exist, with your love I live.

My love for you is a promise that will always be kept, a fortune that will never be spent, and a seed that could grow in the most unlikely of places.

love cannot be found by looking for it, or passionately wishing for it. When I showed up that night at that bar and I looked across the room at you and when gravity pulled me close to you, it was not because I was looking for you. It was not because I had wished you. It was divine destiny.

I love that there is no job, amount of money, or materialism that ties me to this earth, but you do. You always do.

My vows to you 5 years ago were
1. Ill never be to old to hold your hands
2. Remembering to say I love you at least once a day
3. Never go to sleep angry
4. To form a circle of live that gather in our whole family
5. Never take you for granted
6. Doing something for you not because I HAVE to, but because I WANT to.

My vows to YOU, are now more important than ever.

I had no idea how hard marriage was going to be! I have to be a pseudo lady in the street, and a freak in the sheets, I have to hold my tongue sometimes when I AM JUST DYING, to give someone a piece of my mind that I feel is screwing us over, I have to cook, clean, and work a job I hate to also make sure we have a place to live.

I know you appreciate this everyday. You show me by the flowers you bring home, or slushied, or the begrudging foot rubs you give me, or fighting with a doctor. Not because you want to but because you’re worried about me.

I know I haven’t been able to give you everything you want yet. But I will give you everything your heart desires, and we both know what that is.

My promises to you:
1. Calm the fuck down It always works out in the end.
2. Clean up more
3. Cook more
4. Try and stick to something instead of giving up when it gets hard
5. Get along with everyone even when my heart tells me I’m right
6. try not to nag as much
7. To let you wind down when you get home for work more
8. To not be discouraged, we always get through it.

I love you Mr. Hagan. Yes the road has been hard. Yes, opportunities have been lost, but we will always get through it because the love we have for each other is so much stronger than any bullshit that could EVER be thrown our way.

The next five years are going to be great! We are going to get established, there will be children on the way, and health is going to be great! Because I said so and as you know I’m ALWAYS right!

Your one and only love of a life,

Maegan Marie Hagan

PS They really did give me A LOT of crackers! 😛

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Trenton’s Love Letter to Me For Our Fifth Year Wedding Anniversary

Dear Mae, Thank you so much for the last 5 years. From the moment I met you and we started talking about politics, once you asked if you could touch my beard I knew my life would NEVER be the same.

With out you there’s no telling where I would be. I know I would be wondering aimlessly through life.

Since our very very hectic wedding day I have had no regrets. (Except that maybe we should’ve eatten something before the wedding.)

When I saw you in your wedding dress I knew I had married the most beautiful woman in this entire world. The vows I made to you, I stand by. They mean more to me now, even than they did then.

John Lennon once said, Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. Things happened that we didn’t plan, but we always end up where we are meant to be. Which is at each others sides.

You push me to be a better person. You believe in me when I don’t.

You’re always there with encouraging words when I need them.

I know that we’ve had our share of ups and Downs, but we always pull through.

The sky’s the limit in the next 5 to come.

My promises to you for the next five years:
1. I promise to not give up
2. I promise to ALWAYS have your back and to put no others before you
3. I promise to make you smile when you are sad
4. I promise to make you laugh when you are angry
5. To take care of you when you are sick
6. To rest easy when you are happy 7. To always look towards the future and never the past.

I love you with all my heart and wouldn’t want to take this journey with anyone else.

Your devoted husband, Trenton

P.s. I’m the reason your name rhymes

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Hagan Halloween Town Part 1.

Over the next few weeks I’m going to be walking you through some easy and cheap things you can do to spruce up your House for Halloween.  The first thing we are working on is a graveyard for our front yard. We got the wood from my brother in law Travis, who works at Lowes and had just happened to come across some free planks of plywood.

Side note, Travis is about to go for his reversal surgery for his colostomy bag, and we could not be happier for Travis and Valery. It has been so hard on both of them and I prey every night for them that things start to turn around. The reversal is definitely a step in the right direction.

So, Trent, his identical twin Travis, and their father Mike used a regular old jigsaw and used a 4’x8 inch sheet of plywood and they got 10 tombstones out of it. I don’t know the first thing about tools of that nature, so if you have to just find someone more educated with tools to do so that has a jigsaw lying around.

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Okay, so we got ten tombstones from it.

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Next, we took the tombstones to our house and got the kids involved. I used a can of white paint and dumped it into a bucket. I then poured just enough black in there to where I could get a grey mix. Remember not to use too much black because then the writing will be hard to show up later when you go to write.

So I mixed the paint and had everyone pick up a paint brush. I had everyone make long stroke going up and down and it really did come out perfect.

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Okay so it was about 6:00 pm by the time we got them painted. We let them dry and while they were drying we had everyone sit in a circle and brainstorm what we wanted on the tombstones.  The names,  the epitaph’s etc. One of the tombstone’s does have our wedding anniversary and names on it because it is part of my anniversary gift. I know it doesn’t go with the theme but its my graveyard and I’ll put what I want    😛

So, we were going to paint each of the names on there but I got to thinking, and not only would that have taken FOREVER, but there’s a HUGE chance that we would’ve had to keep scraping the tombstones and repainting them. So, why not a black Sharpie?  It actually worked was better! And I saved my black paint for my next project!

So, we go to set down and Trent can’t do the writing because he is left handed and he was afraid he would mess it up. And I can’t do it because my hand shakes so bad I would’ve messed it up. So, Dana and Jenn came to the rescue! 

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A few of our tombstones were personal. The first one I’m going to show you is about our friend Mandy Schroeder.  Well, Mandy has a real quick whit to her and she always knows what to say to put you in your place if you’re being a bottom feeder. Well, Trent thinks of her as a big sister, and he always likes to mess with her and call her the Devil. So, of course Trent had a field day with this one. 

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It says, “Here Lies Mandy Schroader. Went to hell so Satan could take a vacation.”

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“Michael Jackson Hasn’t been this stiff since Macaulay Culkin spent the night at Neverland Ranch.”

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“Coming soon…Lindsay Lohan. ”

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“Here lies an atheist.  All dressed up and no where to go.” (I found this on the internet and thought it was cute,).

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“Amy Winehouse and Whitney Houston – Heavens gonna need more crack.”

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“Charlie Sheen Overdosed on Tiger’s Blood. Winning.”

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LOL sorry I just realized you can’t really tell what this picture says. I wanted to be a little political on one of them. “Here Lies Mitt Romney’s Campaign. ”

I hope you aren’t offended by any of my dead celebrities.  The truth is I was really heart broken when Amy Winehouse died and that really is my way of paying homage to her, and Whitney, and, Michael.

That’s all we have done for now but the next step is to buy some wooden stakes from Lowes for about twenty bucks to place them in the ground.  I also plan on borrowing a fog machine from my brother and putting spot lights on the graves at night. I have much more to show you so keep tuning in!

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The Hagan Halloween Extravaganza!!!

So, as I mentioned earlier I have been suffering from depression,  and quite honestly I have to find reasons to want to be alive.

This past week I got down on myself about where I work and the fact that its only minimum wage, and I had picked up some extra hours because its about to be our five year anniversary.

At first I had all these ideas about Trent being able to buy me a necklace for our fifth year anniversary.  Or throwing a party with all of our friends and family.

But, I got to thinking, even though I picked up an extra shift, Trent and I realistically can’t do anything fun with the money because we are just going to break even. (please note: I hate talking about money because it makes me extremely uncomfortable,  but I just want to be completely honest with you.)

So, Trent and I were driving home from his work and I started to cry. Uncontrollably.  He stopped the car and said, “What’s wrong, Maeviss?”
This made me cry even more because I know if Trent could hand me the world on a silver platter he would. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to cry, but I feel tired, and I feel like we are still coming up short. Why??? We’re good people,  right? When are good things going to start happening for us? I just want us to start having nice things.”

Trent started to tear up and we sat there in silence and I knew I was being selfish and I know he works even harder and longer shifts than me so I can’t even imagine how shitty it feels when it comes to the topic.

We sat there in silence a bit longer and Trent started to laugh, “You know what bugs me the most? All these older people talking about going to retire. I don’t think our generation is even going to know what that means.”

I started to laugh too because I get what he’s saying. 

Another thing that was secretly bothering me is the one year anniversary of my dad’s death is coming up. And it makes me think of how hard it was to bury him because we didn’t have life insurance and how much of a low life some of the funeral director’s had made me feel. Truthfully,  the only was I got through his death and that whole situation was putting all of my energy into Halloween and Thanksgiving. Because when it comes down to it, I need goals to keep me going.

“Trent,  instead of buying me anything for our anniversary,  could you please help me build a Halloween Town?”

Trent kissed me on the cheek and said, “Of course.”

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