It's been TEN MONTHS!

Soon we'll stop counting the months, but today is March 8, 2011. Two years ago, I hadn't even met the woman I would soon marry.

That's kind of trippy when you think about it. Two years ago, those of you that knew Abby probably wondered when she would "find the right guy," but that's just me speculating, but it's more on what I know about women (which isn't much) and when you're single and approaching 30.

About this time last year, my colleague and I were trekking across the midwest, covering four national wrestling tournaments in four weeks. We drove from Minnesota to Iowa to Texas to Missouri and back.

So while I was talking to Abby tonight while about to watch The Biggest Loser (my boy Rulon is on the show and I recently did an interview with Season 2 Matt Hoover) ... anyway, at this time two years ago, we were in the opening stages of the eHarmony communication.

On March 14, I got my first e-mail from Abby Los ... mainly because I was canceling my account because I was sick of bad dates and rejection notices. But as I drove across the midwest, we exchanged messages and upon arriving back in Minnesota, we set the date for our first meeting -- on my niece Alana's birthday -- March 25.

So when you think about it, March 25, 2009 doesn't seem like long ago, because it wasn't. Things are still fresh in my mind from the short, but enjoyable time I lived in Minnesota.

I talk to a lot of people who got married or have been dating people for a long time, only to get married and split within two years. One of my best friends dated and married a girl he met on the first day of college. They were together 6-7 years before actually tying the knot.

One thing Abby was very adamant about was not living together before marriage. In this society, that seemed strange, but I wasn't going to object. I mean, we didn't live that far away from one another (and boy how that changed!).

As you might be able to tell, I can ramble on about things unrelated to what I'd actually started talking about. All my blog posts here are along those lines. I haven't done the diagnosis, but Abby did -- she thinks I'm overly ADD. I don't see how she can ... SQUIRREL!

Okay, I threw that in there for effect.

Regardless, I guess I started this to explain how travel-centric our life is. I just got back from New Jersey/Pennsylvania on a wrestling trip. I covered three Division I conference tournaments, got snowed in at Bloomsburg, Pa., missed an early flight (which I rescheduled when I was driving), got in late on Monday, went to work today, only to fly out on Wednesday.

Abby will be joining me this weekend in La Crosse for the Division III wrestling championships, then I fly back on Monday, only to turn around and fly back to the east coast and cover the Division I Wrestling Championships on Tuesday.

When I get back, it'll be close to the two year mark of our first date.

A lot has happened in two years, well, not even. She's on the road during the week, but the next six weeks from a job standpoint will be absolutely brutal.

Cherish the little things.

JB