Jamie Wakefield

I have a four page post about the wedding Wendy wants to add to. I feel that should be my next post. But I have not finished my part. And so I wait. And so I sit. I would like to blog like The Ferret. Who writes something every day. I love his blog. It reminds me of who I want to be, but can't. So, I have not updated for a while and it is my fault. I should use this like twitter and not worry so much about what comes next. What has happened? Moving stuff back to the basement getting ready to go back to Madrid. Getting our dog Thor checked out so he can come to Madrid with us. Moving the driveway from one side of the property to another. Tons of landscaping. Mowing my lawn. Friends over. Poker night. Not enough running or working out. Three week annivesary reunion tour. BBQ. Croquet. Friends hooking up. Girl talk (of which I am an expert.) UFC. BJ Penn lost. Again. And I was surrounded by friends when it happened. The greatest natural born, arrogant, pissy, athlete the world has ev

The wedding was more than I could have imagined. There was never a moment when I wanted some time to myself. There was never a time when I felt like I was on stage and taking care of everyone else. It was three days of bliss that I didn't want to end. No one told us about the comedown. We planned so much. We laughed so hard. We had so much fun. And now it's over. How odd... I have five pages of notes that will turn into a fifteen page entry. So many great sayings, so many funny moments, so much fun and dancing and laughter. And now it's all done... How odd... It's been an emotional week that we never expected. I have a ring on my finger that means the world to me. I feel its weight, I twist it, I look at it's beauty and I think "I have wanted this for years." So why are we sad? Well, for one thing, it's done. It's all over and it was magnificent. For another, my friend Tommy Phelps passed away Tuesday morning. It's been an emotional week.