Sunday, December 25, 2011

Yep!, Pretty much fantastic!

I have had an excellent Christmas this year, which came as a shock to me because quite honestly, I am getting a little tired of how Christmas has turned into a commercialized holiday. However, I got to spend this year with two of my little sisters and even though I really, really, wish that I could have all three of them together, it was pretty nice to have at least two of them with me. I love spending time with my siblings because for awhile, I get to pretend that I am 12 years old again and all we do is giggle. Although, I guess that is not entirely true being as how there is usually alcoholic beverages involved these days so maybe not 12 years old but you know what I mean. It's a much needed trip down memory lane every time we all gather. Mmmm egg nog and Spiced rum... I wonder if I have any of that left. Anyways, it was awesome and I was happy and I got everything that I wanted and more. Well except for having my Sweetheart here but y'all have got to see this...

Oh what's this you ask? Oh this is just my Manfriend being the bad ass that he is. He's going to kill me when he sees this probably but I can't help it. I think he is the manliest man I have ever seen and I don't mind telling you about it cause I am pretty proud of myself for hooking this one. He's handsome, he's sweet, he is incredibly intelligent and he is all mine. Mmm hmm, go me! By the way I hope you are not one of those sissy lalas that's all, "eww, dead ducks!" because quite frankly, I find that pretty hot too. Not the dead duck part, the he's a hot duck hunter part. Ok, that's enough of me bragging about my Manfriend.

Oh and one more thing, My Mama, is also a bad ass. She got my sister and I signed copies of The Pioneer Woman's love story which is basically one of the best love stories ever written. Just Saying... Thank you Mom, Mama, Momzy, Mommy. (Say that in the Stewie voice. She just loves it when you do. *sarcasm*) 

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Taunted by Turkeys!

Look who showed up while I was at work today. Yes, that is a turkey in the tree. Now it's like they are taunting me... Just you wait! I am counting down for spring!!!

Sunday, December 18, 2011

It's never to early to teach about gun safety!

So I have this friend that I sometimes look to for a little inspiration when it comes to fulfilling my blogging habit because this friend is just like me in a lot of ways, well except for being married, having children, and being one of those people that calls other people at dawn every morning. Still she is a lot like me because the story I am about to share with you is something I’d probably do if I was married with children. (Not the waking up and calling people at the butt crack of dawn though. That will NEVER happen because I hate mornings, I hate my alarm clock, and neither my iPhone or I operate between the hours of 5-8.) Anyways, I received this email the other day and I think you are going to like it. However, if you are one of those people who does not believe in raising chillins in the wild and wooly west, if you are one of those people who do not believe in teaching your children about gun safety, and  if you are one of those people who think, “You’ll shoot your eye out”,  don’t continue reading this. If you are like the rest of this that grew up in the sticks and had a Red Ryder by age five, you'll love this. By the way, I will admit that I was one of those kids that had a Red Ryder. Actually it was one of the originals and it had previously belonged to my father and my dumb five year old self left it outside one night, and it rained that night, and the gun rusted and locked up, and I will never live it down. A few years ago I got my second Red Ryder for Christmas from a good friend and when I told my Dad he said something along the lines of, "Oh, that's nice. Remember that time you left my Red Ryder outside and it rained on it and it was RUINED?!" Yes, I remember....

The setting: Walmart
The time: 6 am after a long night of packing and spending time with family.
The players: Country Mom and Country Brother in Law

CM: Oh my gosh look! They have kids BB guns! And look at the little tiny one! Oh and the pink one!
CBIL: Yeah those are pretty freakin' awesome.
CM: I think that I MUST buy them for my children!
CBIL: Yeah as long as they are supervised it should be okay.
CM: Hummmm, it does say 10 years old and up, maybe I should wait a few years.
CBIL: Eh, that's just a suggestion.
CM: Yeah, and probably mostly for just city kids right?
So... I purchase 2 BB guns... AND a giant container of BBs.

Later that same day...

12pm. The school luncheon. A Coworker (Who is from NEW YORK) strikes up a conversation with me.

Coworker: So you got any Christmas shopping left to do?
CM: Nope, as a matter of fact I wrapped it all up this morning.
Coworker: Oh yeah, you went shopping this morning before you came here?
CM: Yeah and I got my kids awesome little BB guns!
Coworker: You what? Aren't your kids like 5?
CM: Yeah, as those words came out of my mouth I realized I am a freak of nature.... I at 6 am this morning compulsively purchased my 2 year old and 6 year old BB GUNS???? WHAT THE F%&K WAS I THINKING??????

It seemed like a good idea at the time. I can already hear my son's maniacal laughter when he figures out he can ACTUALLY SHOOT SOMETHING....


Monday, December 12, 2011

Because my friend is a genius and you need one...

So I have this friend that I like to refer to as Happy Cobra but you can call her Ashley and she is a genius. Seriously... A freakin' genius y'all. I would tell you all about her degrees and credentials but honestly, there are to many of those for me to even begin to remember what they are so I will just tell you this, she has more talent and craftiness in her pinky finger than I have in my whole body. About six or so months ago she told me that she was going green and becoming a hippie. Which at first I kind of was concerned over because lets face it, when one thinks hippie, they imagine long hair, Jesus boots, and smelly feet. However this way of thinking is apparently old school and when she said hippie she meant new age hippie. New age hippies have short hair, drink flowering teas that taste like carnations, and cut up tin cans to turn into delightful little necklaces. The photo that I am about to show you does not do her work justice because I was responsible partly for this one and according to her husband, I am NOT an excellent driller. I am not going to explain that because there is an inside joke behind it that I am sure you will understand if you have a dirty mind but whatever. So I encourage you to get in touch with me so that I can pass your information along to her so that you can purchase a piece of Happy Cobra's ( I mean Ashley's) work. Personally I believe that they would make excellent stocking stuffers!

Coors Original and Peace Tea... Simply delightful.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Great White Huntress

Lately I had the opportunity to try out my hunting skills and let me tell you, I suck. Ok, actually my hunting skills might, (I said might) rock but I am not really sure about that because instead of hunting, I went swimming. Let me explain how this happened. I have a friend that is the epitome of an excellent hunter. They have been hunting from what I understand, all their life and is also an excellent hunting guide. I however, even though I wanted to, have not been hunting most of my life and let's face it, I am a clutz. After three spinal surgeries and a pretty severe case of scoliosis, it is amazing that I am even able to stand up straight.Ok fine, I don't stand "straight" I guess I should say, it is amazing that I am able to stand upright. That being said, here we go. 

I recently talked this friend into taking me hunting, Turkey hunting to be exact. The first morning was gorgeous. It was day break, we were all set up, we could hear the turkeys coming in from a distance and I felt good about the whole situation, this was going to be the day that I was going to take down an unsuspecting bird. It was a little chilly but my heart and adrenaline were racing so I felt as if I was burning up, I could hear my heartbeat and I swear I could see it pulsing through my hands as I was getting ready to mark off an item from my bucket list. And yes, I have a bucket list and yes, it does contain hunting down a wild animal. Stop judging me, before all things I am a country girl that does enjoy being outside, experiencing everything first hand the way that God intended us too. So here I was, waiting for my chance and I am not going to tell you all the details but that chance came and I missed. I shot, I missed by a feather, and I was eternally embarrassed. Maybe not that embarrassed being as how I am sharing it with the world now but whatever, you get it. At the time I thought that it was not my best moment. Little did I know, that moment was still to come. Which brings us to day two.

Day two, I was ready, I was pumped, I was going to kill something. Unfortunately the turkeys did not see it my way. We walked, and we walked, and finally we found them, a little to late because we flushed them out and I missed my opportunity. I was bummed but my fearless guide told me not to be discouraged, we had more walking to do, we had more turkeys to sneak up on. However we did not, we just didn't know that yet. So we walked some more, saw some deer, got a lecture about how when the zombies come and take over I will be prepared because now I am a huntress, walked some more, saw some cows, talked about zombies again, walked some more... and then we saw some ducks. Being the great white huntress that I am I actually had a duck licenses with me. Ok fine,I had a duck license because my sweet manfriend is an avid duck hunter and it is his goal to take me duck hunting, in which I am totally pumped about since the day he got his new Woodduck mount in the mail and placed it on top of the cabinet in my house. Now every time I walk past it I have this urge to shoot a duck. (Once again, first and for most I am a country girl, I have added killing a duck to my bucket list, stop judging me.) Anyways, during the exact moment that I saw the cute little feathery waterfowl it was game on. If I couldn't take home a turkey, I was taking home a duck! At least that is what I thought... WRONG! I wasn't going to take home a duck, I was going to take home soggy boots, and sopping ass wet camo. Yes, I said it, SOPPING ASS WET CAMO. 
So there we were running down along side the river trying to get close enough to make a shot when we realize that we have to cross an irrigation ditch, that I am referring to as a babbling brook, before we can get close enough to take down an unsuspecting Mallard. The babbling brook is about four feet wide, I am about four foot ten and a half inches tall, there is no way I am going to be able to cross it. My fearless guide all of a sudden finds this tree down across the babbling brook and runs across it like a little spider monkey. Seriously it happened that fast. Then there I was, standing on the other side looking at him in shock because never in my wildest dreams would I have thought him to be spider monkeyish. So then he begins to coax me over. Yeah... it went like this...

Friend: Come on! Hurry!
Me: Are you kidding? I can't cross that!
Friend: Yes you can! If I can you can!
Me: It's like you don't even know me! I have absolutely NO balance. No way spider monkey!
Friend: Yes you can! They are getting away! Just do it! Do it!!!
Me: Um HEEELLLOO! Three spinal surgeries! SCOLIOSIS! No way!
( I should also add I was pretty much yelling at this point. I am pretty sure the unsuspecting ducks were now suspecting and long gone!)
Friend: Get over here NOW! Just do it! DO IT!
Me: Shit! Ok, Don't let me fall in!
Friend: I am holding the log steady. Come on already.
Me: *steps on to the log, it's not steady, decides to crawl/scoot across it. Get's half way reaches for friends hand, log shakes, loses all balances, everything is a blur, hits ice cold water, screams, OH SHIT! MY iPhone!, realizes I am a sopping ASS wet mess.*
Friend: I totally thought you had that little Vernie!
Me: Clearly NOT!
Friend: *takes my iPhone (which by the way is perfectly fine, no water damage, THANK YOU BABY JESUS!) and then yanks me out of freezing ass, wet ass babbling brook*
Me: Well that was awesome. (Sarcasm) *dumping water out of my boots, squeezing out my socks*
Friend: *Laughing* I so have to have a picture of this. (See above photo, yes that is my mad face and I know I don't look that mad because at this point it was kind of funny. I said KIND OF funny.)
Me: Well, we didn't kill a turkey or a duck, but I am sopping ass wet. Yay!,for turkey hunting.
Friend: *still laughing*

And then we walked back to the pickup, found a towel and I drove home, sopping ass wet, while day dreaming about how that could have gone better. What did we learn from this experience? We learned that my friend is Patrick Swayze. You know that scene in Dirty Dancing when Patrick, I mean Johnny is dancing around on the log? That's my friend! I am Jennifer Grey, I mean Baby, he is Patrick Swayze, I mean Johnny. Holy Macaroni!, Someone please tell me, Baby, to go back to her corner when it concerns log walking. Do I sound bitter? Trust me I am not bitter, I am now motivated! 
It's going down little Turkeys. Spring is a comin' just you wait your feathery little asses.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Counting my blessings

Happy Turkey Day!!! Today I spent some time counting my blessings and I have found that I am a very blessed young lady. I have all of the things that I have set out to have at this point and I thank the Lord for that every day. Recently I have been posting something that I am thankful for on my facebook page every day. We were given an assignment last week in my Psych class to write down something that we were thankful for each day for a week and keep it in a journal. In true Vern fashion, I was a head of the game. Here is my journal! What are you thankful for today?
November 5, 2011- Today I am thankful for the opportunity to further my education and for the person that pushed me to do this the most! Even when I felt like giving up all hope of going back to school they wouldn't let me! Thanks Bear.
November 6, 2011- Today I am thankful for My beautiful little sisters! The girls that keep my life interesting!
 November 7, 2011- Today I am thankful for my Murph dog, Squirrel, and DaBear! Three little fuzzies that bring love and laughter to my life every single day.
November 8, 2011- Today I am thankful for my friends. :)
November 9, 2011- Today I am thankful for the future that is ahead of me. It's a wonderful feeling to wake up each day and be that much closer to having everything I've ever wanted!
 November 10, 2011- Today I am thankful for my family!
 November 11, 2011- Today I am thankful for all the Veteran's that have served our country!
 November 12, 2011- Today I am thankful for my home. I love where I live!
 November 13, 2011- Today I am thankful for the doctors who have taken care of me throughout my scoliosis adventure.
 November 14, 2011- Today I am thankful for understanding professors!!!
 November 15, 2011- With so many Americans out of work, today I am thankful for my job! Got dirt? Call us at Shawn Wilson Excavating! (575)354-3478
 November 16, 2011- Thankful for the little things in life that bring me joy. Fuzzies snuggled next to me, favorite song on the radio, good grades, driving the new pickup, etc.
November 17, 2011- Today I am thankful for having an amazing man in my life.
November 18, 2011- Today I am thankful for Stephanie Meyer and her over active imagination that has kept me entertained for the past four years. Yes... I am a Twilight fan. Stop judging me.
November 20, 2011- Today I am thankful for good weather! It's November, I'm in a T-shirt and drinking beer on the front porch. Apparently winter missed the memo! ;)
November 21, 2011- Today I am thankful for green chile! Seriously, I'm not even joking.
 November 22, 2011- Thankful for my grandparents! All of them!
 November 23, 2011- Today I am thankful that my manfriend and my fuzzies love each other as much as they do. Murph is moping around the house since Manfriend went home for Thanksgiving. I hope Murph and I survive the next few days.
 November 24, 2011- Happy Thanksgiving! Today I am thankful for every little blessing in my life. I am thankful for waking up each morning because each day is a gift and I plan on taking full advantage of each gift given to me!


Saturday, November 19, 2011

So close now.

The semester is winding down and I am having a hard time keeping my head above water. I know that I should be studying and paying attention to my classes but my concentration sucks right now. I am just ready to have a break already! It's going to be great to have a month off! A month where I do not have to worry about assignments and quizzes and my brain can rest for a little bit! A month to worry about my finances and the holidays! (Wait, maybe I want to stay in school!)

Speaking of the Holidays... in true Vern fashion, the Christmas trees and decorations are already up at my house. I know, you probably think that I am crazy but I just can't help it! I love Christmas decorations and cozy nights and snuggling with my fuzzies! And with my new Manfriend. That's right, I said new Manfriend. I'll tell you more about him at a later date. Until then though, here is a preview of my fabulous Christmas trees!

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Just a vent...

I am currently back in college and loving my classes. The semester is drawing to a close and I am a little sad about it but, I will admit that there has been one thing that has driven me absolutely crazy lately. I am taking a couple of online classes and one of my fellow students it seems has made it a mission to push their religious beliefs on every one in the class. I cringe when I read this students post because I know I am going to be absolutely irritated by the end of it. I've been very tolerant until now, now I have been set off. I am all about learning about different religions but please, let me do it on my own and just answer the question that you were asked to answer and quit dragging in all of these things that have absolutely no relevance to the discussion.
Growing up, I always knew and believed that God does exist and I knew that I would have the opportunity to explore religion on my own terms but when someone begins to push, I do not learn anything. In fact I rarely hear the words that come out of their mouth.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

20.... Seriously?

So normally I try to ignore things like this because it's just the kind of thing that people like to argue over, (wait that doesn't sound like me at all, I love a good argument.) but has anyone else seen all the news about the Duggars announcing Michelle's 20th pregnancy? Even better she is 45 years old. What the heck people? What century are we living in?

Ok honestly, I understand their beliefs, I really do, but isn't there just a point when you stop and say, "Wait, I am putting my life in danger here.", or isn't there a point when her husband should be saying, "Wait, I don't want my wife's life to be in danger." How about that baby that they are fixing to bring into the world. Let's think about all the things that this child could be born with because of the mother's maternal age, birth defects, downs syndrome, mental retardation, and heaven forbid that they bring another premature baby in to this world that spends the first few months of it's life struggling to stay alive inside a hospital. Call me crazy, but I am having a hard time finding the pros to having twenty children. Yeah, yeah, I know, they can afford to do this financially but really...when is enough, enough? I am seriously worried that each one of their children will continue this and have twenty or more children of their own. Can you even begin to imagine? If each one of their children had twenty children that is 400 Duggar babies running around. They'd have to rent a stadium just for Christmas gatherings. Oh, and lets not forget the recent reports about the worlds overpopulation problem. Hey Duggars, save some room for the rest of us to produce offspring! Holy Macaroni!

Friday, October 28, 2011

It's me again Scoliosis!

For the last few months my spine has felt AMAZING, but I had been worried this day would come, the day winter weather would raise it's ugly little head. For the last few weeks I have been able to feel every single inch of my spine and during this week's storm I was reminded that I am, and will forever be a Scoliosis survivor. I feel like someone has punched me right in the middle of my spine and every where that there is hardware left, aches like no other. I'm not complaining, ok, maybe I am a little, but I won't lie, I am kind of thankful for this little painful reminder. I was beginning to think that I was invincible again. Ha, NOT!

Monday, October 24, 2011

Hello, my name is Veronica and I am a recovering Divorcee!

Tonight I gave the first college presentation I have given in three years, and the subject was something I have come to know a lot about, Divorce. I found out something about myself tonight though, something strange and new to me, I am ok with my divorce finally. I openly discussed how it made me feel in front of twenty- two other people and it was liberating. I have also recently learned something that shakes me right down to my core, I understand now why my marriage didn't work and I understand all of the things that we both did wrong. I am finally able to look in on all of those events and see things clearly. A few weeks ago I was discussing what I think it takes to make a marriage work. I am a big fan of, Fireproof the movie and it has taught me a lesson that I wish I could make others understand as well. In the movie the husband has to learn how to love his wife again and while doing this he learns that a man can never stop studying his wife. When two people are dating they take the time to study one another but after the, "I do's" have been said they stop learning about one another, they stop chasing. This is one of the things that happened in my own marriage. After seven years of chasing one another, we stopped as soon as the ink dried on the licenses. Knowing this now I have made a promise to myself, if I am ever in the position to love someone so much again that I would commit to sharing a life with them I will do whatever it takes to always keep that fire alive by being as close to them as possible. I will never stop chasing, never stop learning, and last but not least, never stop believing in them. I recently had a dream about the day that my ex husband came into to town to have the divorce talk with me. We were already living separately because he had moved out and we had already, well I think, we had already started to plan our escapes. In my dream I ask him the one question I never did ask but I should have, "When did we quit loving another, when did we quit fighting for one another?" After seven years of fighting to stay in love with one another, it was all over in eight short months. I know that my marriage was never really meant to be but I look back now and I realize that it was never meant to be because both of us were unprepared. We had no knowledge as to what we were suppose to do. Sure we did the whole pre-marriage counseling and we knew and had both watched couples who had life long marriages but we both had seen a lot of separation and divorce. Let's face it, it doesn't matter how many good things you have said or how man good things you have been told, the easier, bad way out seems to stick with you more. Not that I am blaming our relationship misfortunes on our parents, family, or friends but I strongly believe that we carried a little bit of those things with us. At least I know that I did. I can fight with another person exactly like the way that I watched my parents do it for years. My temper never helped the situation in all honesty as well. The best thing about knowing this now though, is that I finally see that, that way isn't always right and I am finally able to control that. I look back on my marriage now as kind of a blessing in disguise, especially after tonight. As I was standing up there tonight talking about my divorce I was for the first time thankful that it had happened. For the first time ever I could look back on it and see it for what it truly is, the best learning experience I have ever had. In fact when I walked out of that classroom tonight, I silently thanked God for it. I know that sounds crazy but the reason for this is that if I am ever to marry again I know exactly what makes a good marriage work and that is something to be thankful for. One more note, I had listened closely every time a believer told me that I was suppose to, "give it to God" but never really understood what they meant until now. When I walked out of that classroom tonight though, I let go, I gave it to God, and all of that weight I had been carrying around since April 27, 2010, was lifted off my shoulders and in an instant, I understood.

Not the best fly fisherwoman... Yet.

So this weekend I spent some time being a bridesmaid, (Congrats Carl and Crystal!!!) goofing off, cooking, doing homework, and trying to perfect the art of fly fishing. Which I am not very good at, at all. Recently I have fallen in love with fly fishing. I know you're probably like, "What the hell Vern, when did you pick up fly fishing and why?", but let me tell you... I have decided that fly fishing is one of the most amazing things that I have ever seen. I know this person who is absolutely talented when it comes to fly fishing, watching them fly fish is like sitting down and reading Robert Frost. Well for me that is how it is anyways. Reading Robert Frost is one of my favorite things to do because after I read one of his pieces I can almost see myself in the middle of a scene that he has painted with words, natures beauty surrounding me, bright sunshine, a light breeze and quiet... just quiet. Anyways, that is what it's like when I watch this person fly fish, everything is just quiet and relaxing and.. well... beautiful. So anyways, I got serious about this whole fly fishing thing. I'm not any good but I am so determined after this weekend to be! Oh and also, here is my first catch... and yeah, I know you are impressed. (Sarcasm)
On another note though... the cooking. I tried duck shish-kabobs for the first time ever this weekend and let me tell you... mmmmmm so good!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Monday, October 17, 2011


I am completely and totally stressed out today. All day I have felt like I have had a ten thousand pound weight sitting on my chest. Multi-tasking has been harder than usual lately and I just want to tell the world to stop for a second so that I can catch my breath. When I feel like this I catch myself day dreaming of a world far away. In my day dream I am eight years old again, sitting up on the ridge at the ranch, looking out over God's greatest creation. What I wouldn't give to go home to the Hi Lo right now and be with my family.

Thursday, October 13, 2011


So my aunt and uncle recently adopted a new fuzzy and I can't help but be obsessed with taking pictures of him every time I see him, but I'm sure you will understand why when you see this....

Remind me why...

I remembered something about myself this week that I had forgotten.... I am really good at school! I know, it sounds like I am bragging on myself, and that's because I kind of am. But seriously, I had forgotten how much I loved to learn. Using your brain is an amazing thing and I believe that people should never stop learning, EVER! This whole revelation came about this week though because this week is mid-term week and guess who has aced all the mid-terms she has taken so far? Yes, that would be me. I am pretty proud of myself right now to say the least. This time last year I was drowning in my sorrows, my heart was crushed, my bank account empty, my spine felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to it and I was so super lonely, lost inside my own little world. Not much has changed, my heart still feels damaged but it gets better every day, my bank account is still pretty much empty but I am coping with that, my spine feels much better but we will see how it reacts to a cold winter, and for the loneliness, it's not so bad. I am so comfortable with living alone these days. I have my days when I wish I had more people around but for the most part, I am content with where I am. For the first time ever, I am actually appreciating living where I do. It's small, it's not that great, but, I am able to go to school, and be able to live comfortably. If you know me, you know that this is a big thing for me. I worry, I worry about EVERYTHING! Especially when it comes to bills and this fits right now. Above all things though, I am happy with school. I am happy with the direction I finally see my life going. I've spent the last few years regretting leaving State, regretting my marriage, and now I am just ready to build a life... on my own terms.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

What a lovely little face.

It's officially fall around here. The trees are changing, the temperature is dropping, and the fuzzy sweaters have been removed from the back of the closet. I didn't think that I would be ready for fall, I kept holding on to that last little bit of summer, that last little bit of warm weather, tank tops, and sun dresses. The fuzzies are all putting their winter weight on, wait... I meant, the fuzzies are still retaining their winter weight from last winter. By that I mean DaBear and Squirrel are still huge. And Murphy's coat is finally coming back after the fight with three sets of clippers this summer. Today I cleaned out and started the ol' furnace up and midterms are going on this week. It is going to be a busy fall and winter and we are all thanking God for that. I hope that this time flies by so that my best friend will be home soon, the new semester and new challenges start and so that I can continue to better my life and situation.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Hello Fall Weather!

AspenFest Parade

This weekend was AspenFest and I had the pleasure of spending the whole day with my grandmother and great grandmother. And let me tell you, those two ladies have more energy than most people I know.We saw the parade, we went shopping, we had lunch, etc. It was so nice to have a day with just the three of us though and we got to witness Baby Cousin in all her glory as Lincoln County Fair Queen. Here are the few pictures I was able to snap....

Monday, October 3, 2011

The First Blogs...

Like many other young people my age, I was first turned onto blogging through Myspace. I thought that it would be fun to turn back the pages of time and post some of my favorites for you all to read here. Enjoy. Or not, it's up to you.

October 1, 2009 Words of Wisdom
So I've learned a few things about marriage.... Things my mother forgot to tell me. Ladies, listen up!
A. I love my husband but... I hate men.
Even though you may love them, a husband will turn into the most annoying person you know. Ecspecially at 3 am in the morning when they are talking in their sleep, snoring, sweating, bitching because it's to hot, etc.

B. Everything changes after wedding cake.
The beautiful, clean house that you once took so much pride in you might as well forget about. Some where between his dog's hair, his paper plates, socks, xbox games, glasses, sprite cans, etc. you begin to look for clues to wether or not this was your bachelorette pad at one time. At that point, stop nagging and become irrational.

C. Say no to his dog.
Just because you said yes to him, doesn't mean you have to say yes to his inside dog. The little white dog with brown spots trying to rule my roost is fixing to move out. I worked very hard to teach my fuzzy companion to stay off my furniture. His turn to do the same thing.

D. If he can't clean his coffee stains off the cabinet....
He doesn't need to be in the kitchen.

E. Don't let him pull that, "But I took out the trash", bull shit.
I don't care what one thing his lazy ass did all day. While he took out the trash for the first time I managed to do all the laundry, dishes, floors and gave the dog a bath. Plus, I gave up my spare closet so he had some where to put his comic books and guns. Not his clothes... his comic books.

F. NEVER let the xbox move in.
Just don't! Break it if you have too...and then blame it on the damn dog. His damn dog.

This next blog makes me laugh for the simple fact that I was 19 and worried about these things. Ever wish you could go back in time and tell yourself to chill out?

November 10, 2006 I can't drive 55

Tonight I was laying here watching an episode from Sex and the City, one from the first season called, "Valley of Twenty- Something Guys". At the end of the episode Carrie is walking down the street and begins to explain how men are like a drug for women. She says that some men can bring you down and the rest bring you, "so high". So like I do after every episode of Sex and the City, I started thinking about what she said. (If you have not figured it out yet, I will go ahead and tell you, Sex and the City is like my bible.) I don't know if men are really like a drug or not, I think love is though, I think that love can be an addiction. I once read a quote somewhere that said, "I do not know if I am really in love with the men that I date. I think that I am in love with the concept of being in love and it has become an addiction for me." I think that there are a lot of women out there that are the same way and I think that at one time I was one of them. I at one time dated all the wrong guys and even though I thought that they were perfect and men that I could fall in love with, the truth was that they were never going to be Mr. Right. Mainly because they were not trying to be "Mr. Right", just "Mr. Right Now" or "Mr. I am going to stick around until you discover I am really a big jerk." I went into those relationships just wanting to fall in love, never really caring what the consequences were going to be or who they really were. I never stopped and took the time out to ask, "What do you want? Do we want the same things? Is this really going to work?" In all honesty, if your answers are not even the slightest bit similar, well then it is never going to work. I looked past all of the answers that those people had and when they broke my heart I tried to be nice about it, "Oh, we will still be the best of friends and I am here if you need a shoulder to cry on. I am sorry we never saw eye to eye, better luck next time." . I have learned that most of them turned out to be great friends even though they were not "Mr. Right". When I started the relationship that I am in now I started it with a new approach. I decided that I was just going to be up front and ask the questions that I wanted to know. After all, why should we have to spend months trying to figure a person out when it is much easier to just ask? On our first date I asked, "What are you looking for?, What do you want out of this?", and the answers he gave were straight forward and to the point. Now granted that could have been a deal breaker but it was a risk that I was more than willing to take. At only 19 years old I am already sick of beating around the bush, if I have a question I will ask it. Now I know that settling down at my age is a concept that most people find ridiculous. One of my closest male friends tells me all the time, "Trey Vern, you do not need to settle down, love is something that will always be out there. If you can find it now you can find it later." What I think though is that love will not always be so easy to find and if you have it starring you in the face, then take it and run with it. If you find somebody that is willing to share their world with you, somebody that will love you through thick and thin and never give up on you, somebody that will not put your feelings off, then give them your full heart and don't look back. Don't second guess your feelings, don't let every one else influence you, do not let your head override your heart. I have a tendency to "over think", I am constantly thinking things through until I have painted myself into a corner. I started over thinking when Brandon and I first started seeing one another and for once there is not a corner for me to paint myself into. I have yet to discover something that I do not like about him or the direction that things are going in. We may have moved fast but how fast is to fast? Is there really a time line for a relationships? One of my favorite married couples knew after only three months together that they were meant to be together. To this day they have one of the strongest relationships that I have ever seen a married couple have. Another one of my favorite couples were engaged after just two weeks of dating each other, they have been together for two years now and will tell you that they still have never even had a fight. Then there is the couple that scares me. They dated for four years and every thing was always perfect between them. They could finish one another's sentences. Three months after they were married which just so happened to be a month after when their first and only child was born they divorced. She received custody of their son, met some guy in the military and moved to the other side of the country. They had their relationship on a time line, well except for the kid being born, but anyways, it was basically on a strict schedule and now look where they are. So should we really put things on a time line? I am not saying that it works out like this for all couples. I am sure that there are probably couples out there that dated for a short time, got married, and then decided that it was not right for them. All I want to know is how fast is to fast?

Scaring the Bejesus out of myself

I completely and totally scared myself this evening. I am beginning to wonder if I am losing it. I was on my way home from class tonight and for a second I had the craziest flashback. I recently purchased an auxiliary cable for my pickup and was flipping through playlist on my iPhone. A certain friend and I use to listen to one specific playlist every time we were in the car together and as I was listening to it a song that this person loves came on and for a second I thought I heard their voice. Even stranger for a second this whole image was so clear that I felt like I was driving the escape again. I was totally in the middle of a de ja vu moment, reliving a moment that happened about this time last year.  I wonder what it is that triggers these types of moments in our brains. I’ve had moments like this involving the same person quite frequently here lately.

Friday, September 30, 2011

The Squirrel

Sometimes I wish my life was as simple and relaxed as this cat. Out of all three of my fuzzy children, he has it the easiest for sure. He sleeps 80% of the day, the other 20% is spent eating or chasing grasshoppers and then he comes inside all night to sleep on the edge of my bed, not his bed... Like this. It's almost 10:00pm and while I'm still up doing homework and waiting for the dryer to finish drying clothes, he sleeps, so peacefully, right in front of me. I'm trading lives with the cat for awhile.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

He makes my heart happy!

Tonight was a long night! Monday's and Wednesday's usually wear me out because those are my on campus class nights. When I get home on these nights all I really want to do is curl up and go to bed. Having this little face greet me at the door, makes it all worth it. Reminds me of why I am doing the things that I am doing.


And now I am being overrun... by Dum Dums.

I recently made friends with the fiance of an old high school friend and started helping her do things for her wedding. Then I was enlisted to help with flowers, and then as a bridesmaid. Now the best part about this whole deal, besides becoming really good friends with the Bride to Be is that finally, after all of these years, I had the opportunity to make a Dum Dums, rehearsal bouquet. My mother had made my aunt one about eleven years ago and since then I have been waiting for the opportunity to make one. I just love them. The only problem is that it's close to Halloween time and the only bag I could find of these suckers was HUGE! And now I am going to have to hide them from myself until Halloween gets here so I don't end up eating them! I hate candy, like really loathe it, yet it never seems to fail, hand me a piece and before you know it....

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Happy Adoption Day Baby Dog!!!

On this day, eight years ago I brought home the cutest little bundle of furr you have ever seen! Since then, he has been my everything! I love you Murphy Man! Happy Adoption Day!

Missing him.

The day that Mutt came into my life I knew that we would be friends for forever and even after everything we have put one another through, it's still that way. He recently moved to chase his dreams and while I am soooo proud of him, my heart can't help but ache for missing him so much. It's just not the same around here without him and I know that I am not the only one that feels it. My poor little fuzzies, the Murph man especially miss him as much as I do. Come on Christmas! We are ready for that little missing part of our hearts to be home.

My Life Lately...

8.29.2011 Fresh Start

It seems like I had been waiting for this month for a lifetime. In April I pledged to myself that this would be the year that I would begin to get my ducks back in a row and start moving past the divorce and everything else that had hindered me from making any life choices. It feels like since the day I left Las Cruces I had always found one more reason, one more excuse to keep myself from going back to school and starting my own life. I am beginning to see my life take shape again and I am enjoying looking forward to all the opportunities that I am making available to myself. I recently had an argument with a friend of mine who in her own words thinks I am, “to damn stubborn and hard headed and all you can see is what you want.” Maybe that is true, but right now I do not think any of those things are bad qualities to have. I want so much for myself such as, an education, a career, a comfortable life, and someone to share it with. I want to be able to do every thing that I can possibly imagine doing.