The Story of Me and My Husband

Jimmy and I met some 25 years ago, when we were 16. We were each others' first love. We were inseperable. We were in love and we were best friends. We went together for 2 years, then separated, deciding that we needed to experience life, each in our own way.

7 years later, we hooked up briefly, the passion was still there but we still weren't ready to be together for good. Another 7 years went by and one day I went to the mailbox and nearly had a heart attack when I saw Jimmy's name on the envelope. I had every intention of writing back but something just kind of held me back and I never did. Jimmy even sent his brother to my job to ask me if I was ever going to write back and I swore I would...but I never did.

ANOTHER 7 years went by and again, he tracked me down and wrote. This time I called right away, knowing if I didn't call right then, I might not ever. It was immediately undeniable that the connection we'd had over 20 years before was still there and still very strong. Somewhere inside me, I KNEW it was so right and we would never be apart again. We were both almost 40 years old by this time, neither of us had ever married or had kids (I was stanchly against ever getting married unless I knew 100% it was to "The One" and I knew in my heart that I would KNOW.). One month later I was on a plane to Arizona, where we were first together, a month after that, we were married in Tucson.

Our time together has been rocky, to say the least. We are both very stubborn and passionate people and often I think we're a little too much alike. But I do love him with all my heart and will love him till death do I part and beyond. I know my baby feels the same way about me. This July 11 we will have been married 3 years. Ain't that just the cutest story?

Itchy and Scratchy

These are my boys when they were little. That's The Scratch Man on the right. He weighs 25 pounds and he's entirely too cool! I call him my big puppy.

Welcome To Nebraska!

Well, here we are in Nebraska. We're living in a very old, one room house that was converted to a wood shop by the previous owner on my husband's sister and brother-in-law's 80 acre farm. Our house has power...that's it...power. No water, no plumbing, a tiny wood-burning stove for heat. Our house warming gift from my (very darling) sister-in -law? A Porta Potty!

It Runs in the Family

The other day my sister went to the jewelry store to buy herself a new wedding band and she came home with a chihuahua puppy. Bipolar? Nahhhhhhhhhh!!

All of My Nice Things...

...I've been so carefully collecting and keeping all these years are sitting in a pile in my sister's front yard. We've been praying for rain for months now. Man, I hope it doesn't rain.

As I'm watching the Stupid Bowl...

I turned to my husband and said, "Are we for the blue guys"? (Give me a yell when the commercials are back.)
side note
(which is in lower case 'cause it's just a side note)
this is for all of you who read this blog...all one of you...the Rolling Stones sucked!

Yes, I'm watching the Stupid Bowl

Well..kind of. You know how when you watch t.v., you do all your "stuff" during the commercials? Well, when watching the Stupid Bowl, I watch the commercials and do my "stuff" during the game (I'm loving the Revolving Wall commercial..laughed my ass off).