Grandpa Goldfish and his forgetful foe... the battle rages.

This is a true story about how love is the strongest force ever... and how it can never be defeated if, in fact, it is true and genuine.

So there are those of you who know the story behind Grandpa Goldfish... this is my mother's daddy... basically the man who helped raise me... who took me to get stitches two of the three times I've gotten them.  The man that was my "daddy" too.  The one who had a temper like 1,000 sailors but the loving gentle soul like that of a handmade quilt.  The one man that I could count on growing up.  He would never let me down.  The father I never had...  The one I could go to for advice or the bitter truth.  The man I saw cry only once in my lifetime because his hard life wouldn't allow for him to shed a tear.  A man that went to war and fought for our freedoms and had a tank roll over on him.  Tough as Nails... but has the biggest heart anyone can imagine.

Okay, you have to understand that my grandfather was born in 1923 and didn't get passed the 3rd grade in school. The great depression hit them hard and he worked to take care of his siblings and his family.  He's a hardworking man.   I don't know the exact story of how he met my grandmother, but I do know that it was a whirlwind romance.  They fell in love so hard.  They used to sneak out, he said, and go "neck it" on the corner of two corn fields in South Dakota.   My gramma is 9 years younger than him, WHAT A SCANDAL!   haha!  Anyway, they've been married for around 465 years now, honestly, I think it's approaching 60 years... and love each other more than ever before.  They've been through things that would have caused people in this day and age to get divorced.  They had two beautiful daughters and now have 5 grandchildren and 6 great grandchildren.  My grandfather wakes up every day now and fights to remember where he is.  He's in the earlier stages of Alzheimer's... and let me tell you... that's the meanest disease that was ever put on this earth.  We started calling him Grandpa Goldfish when he was in the early stages of dementia because, for example, he would get a birthday card, open it, read it, show my gramma, put it back in the envelope, stare around the room for a minute, see he had a birthday card, open it, read it, show it to my gramma... well, you get the picture.  He would repeat this until Gramma would take it away because it was a surprise to him every time he would open it... a memory like a .... GOLDFISH!  :)  Two times ago when my brother went to visit, we realized it was getting worse... his memory was fleeting.  He didn't recognize my brother... After my brother left his visit with my grandparents, my grampa looked at gramma and said, "Who was that nice boy that came to visit us?"  BROKE. MY. HEART.  I went to visit a few weeks ago and he called my Tiny... that's my mom's nickname...  that's how much of his current memory he has lost.  He thinks my mom is 28 again.   He called my mom Mavis - who is her cousin.  But I have to keep reminding myself that it's not his memory of us at this point, it's ours of him.

So, all that to get to the most important part of this story... This man, this wonderfully forgetful, fleeting memory staple to our family... Last April, my mom, gramma, grampa and I went to South Dakota (where my family is from) to attend the funeral of my grampa's sister in law.  He didn't recognize her by the way.  But the sweetest thing I will always keep with me is how much he truly loves my grandmother... On our way back, I was driving the car and he looked at me (like he remembered me) and said "Toaty, do you know what the best part about having grandkids is?"  I said, "No, grampa but please tell me so I'll know when I get to have some."  He said, "The absolute BEST part about having grandkids is they get to drive their gramma and grampa around so they can hold hands."  And he grabbed my gramma's hand and kissed her knuckles.  While his memory is fading at a rapid pace, he always knows how much he loves every second with my gramma.  Every day he tells her that he can't believe he got the best looking girl in all the world and that she loves him.  He tells her that she's more beautiful today than she was when he first laid eyes on her.  I truly believe that nothing will ever erase that memory for him of how much he truly loves that woman.  And she stays faithfully by his side, health and mind going, unwavering from the man that she couldn't imagine life without.

So I tell you that to prove that NOTHING CAN DEFEAT TRUE LOVE... Not even Alzheimer's.

P.S. It's never too late or too early to tell the ones you care about, exactly how you feel for them... but even better than telling them... SHOW THEM!

I'm going to kiss my honey and cuddle our babies now.

The day the media got bored and decided to see how many people could fight over nothing...

If I have to read one more thing about Chick-fil-a… I’m going to lose my mind.  Considering just becoming a hermit for a few days until everyone is over all this Chick-fil-a hurt my feelings business...

I am just sick of everyone fighting over something that no one can change.  Let the Mr Cathy have his strong Christian beliefs.  At least when his judgment day comes, he’ll know he stood for something instead of falling for anything.  We should all be so lucky.  These days, the general population goes for the politically correct thing instead of what they were taught and believed in.  Did anyone ever realize that no one is getting all butt hurt over Muslims owning a franchise that has the same views.  Oh, that’s because they are Muslim and we can’t discriminate against them.   I have gay friends and gay family members, AND I love them to countless measures and their lifestyle has no bearing, nor does it change how I feel about them!!  The good news is I can still love them and have my beliefs… It's not up to me to pass judgment so, I think I'll leave that task to the power that does know how to judge to a standard that is far above all my imperfections.  Let me ask this: what is not eating a chicken sandwich gonna prove?  Are you gonna hold up your non-Chick-fil-a receipt to all your gay friends dated August 1, 2012 and say, “lookie here… I’m so awesome.  I didn't eat there on that day when the media made a huge thing out of nothing because they were having a slow news day.  But I ate there for the years before.  And in a few years, when I forget about this, I’ll probably swing through for a nice cup of sweet tea.”  Move on, we all have more important things to worry about than who showed up, who didn't, and who lied about it.

Please, oh please, just enjoy your loved ones; gay, straight, Jewish, black, white, brown, yellow; without wondering who is going to get offended by it.  Jesus taught love... so why aren't we all doing more of that and less condemning of others.  Maybe we should all take some time out and think about the people... who are they to us, regardless of their lifestyle.  My friends are my friends for who they are to me... no one is going to change that.   I love them all... gay, straight, Jewish, black, white, brown, yellow, blind, deaf, diabetic, whatever the case may be.

Whew!  Can someone bring me a step ladder... I may have made this soap box a little tall so people could see me over the other ones.

{lou}

Dreams of a Jealous Nature

LONG POST ALERT!!!

     So for those of you that know me, you know that I LOVE LOVE LOVE kids.  Babies, little kids, big kids... just little people in general.   But then there are those of you that truly know me and know my details... the hard facts... the things that make me tick.... and sometimes when I really have time to think on it, make me cry, sometimes a sad cry, but sometimes a frustrated - when's my turn - cry.  

     So, when I was little, I had dreams of being a mommy.  But unlike most girls, my dreams weren't of a baby belly, swollen ankles, and a belly button stretcher to take the baby out of my tummy.  They were dreams of adoption.  WHAT LITTLE GIRL DREAMS OF ADOPTION!?  Well, this one.  As time went on, I kind of forgot about that and just lived life... being afraid of cooties and just wanting to hang out with my friends.  Then my freshman year of high school, I went with my gramma to Romania/Hungary for a mission trip.  This was a Christian mission trip and while I went because I thought it would be awesome to go over seas... it opened my eyes and my heart and brought back my adoption theory.  I worked long hot days in areas that didn't seem like they could be real had I not seen it with my own eyes.  I saw families try and give us the shirts off their back, cook up a meal using that last vegetables and ducks they had, and a man give up his only possession of a cane so a lady in our group wouldn't have to limp.  EYE OPENING! 

(This is how they get around and make small livings.)



     We have it so good over here.  But back to my story, so while over there, we had asked to visit an orphanage.  But we got denied.  The places are so bad, the living conditions so horrid, that we weren't allowed to visit and help.  Hearing this sparked that dream again of adoption.  I wanted to take all those kids out of that place and give them love.  Everyone deserves love.  EVERYONE... even the people who we think are unlovable or out of our realm to love. 

(That little building next to the river on the right...

that's a 4 star hotel I stayed in while in Resita, Romania)
**It's the equivalent of a 1 star hotel here

     Travel forward and back to today, I have been married and divorced twice... nothing to be ashamed of.  It's made me who I am... It also helps to describe my "dreams of a jealous nature".  With my first husband, I was fresh out of high school and married my high school sweetheart in 2003.  That lasted 11 months before it's end.  (Details spared)  Then years later, in 2007,  I re-married.  I thought this guy was gonna be it.  It didn't turn out that way and we divorced days after our 4 year anniversary.  (again, details spared)  Only once out of those two marriages, did I think I wanted to have a baby myself.... but it was to save a marriage because I thought that if I could make a baby, that I'd feel better... that maybe someone in the family could love me like I wanted my husband to.  We did get pregnant once... only to get 12 weeks in and miscarry.  For anyone who has miscarried, my heart goes out to you.  It's probably one of the hardest times in life.  I felt like a complete failure.  Like why wasn't I good enough.  And then I turned to prayer.  Which showed me that at least I could get pregnant so not to worry... but that it wasn't a good time.  I wasn't meant to have a baby with him.  (Hindsight 20/20, this was a blessing.)

     So now, I have Boedy and he has two kids, who I adore, and it makes me want a baby... not an adopted baby but one out of love.   Bronx keeps talking about how I have a baby in my tummy (which I think he might get confused with the one his mom is carrying) but its sweet.  So Boedy and I played along with this.  We asked them if they wanted a brother or a sister.  Brooke wants a sister... and Bronx wanted a brother until he realized he has 2 half brothers... and then switched to a sister.  haha! 

     Okay, the jealous part, I have so many people around me that I love who are pregnant or just had babies... and I'm so excited and I love that they are having them, but a small part of me, is just that... JEALOUS!  I don't mean in a hateful way, like, "geez, some girls have all the luck."  I mean in a "I want to give that to Boedy" way.  A selfless jealousy?  Who knows.  But at the same time, I'm scared.  TERRIFIED to be honest.  I mean, I take on a step-mom role with the kids now (since, in case you missed it, Boedy is the last man I plan to kiss for the rest of my life).  But I want to have that piece of me and a piece of him and see what happens.  He loves kids, he's patient and loving.  He's one of the best dads I've ever seen in my life.  But I'm deathly terrified of being a mom from start to finish.  What if I screw up... or am too hard on them and they grow up to hate me, or... and the questions just flow like that until I wear myself out and break down and cry and pray that I won't ever get pregnant.   THAT SCARED.   And then I look at Boedy and know that part of him had those fears... and I look at my mom... and other people and know that I'm not alone and that if other people trust me with and around their kids, I must be able to do something right.  I mean, I have two god-children... so obviously John and Maddi think I could be a parent... and a good one because I think they are great parents.  So again, I'm so excited for all my friends but just know that it doesn't help my baby fever and the closer I get to 30 the more jealous I get.  I will probably wanna touch your bellies and I will probably cry when you can't see me.  I know that if I am meant to be a birth mommy - it will happen.  God doesn't give you dreams and alter old dreams to new ones if He doesn't plan to deliver!  So here goes... God it's all in your hands.  Give me the strength to know that I can do it and that You are trusting me to raise a child for your glory.  AMEN!

That might be enough from me today.

Food for thought - What's your biggest fear that turned into a blessing and who needs to hear that story so they know they aren't alone?

{lou}

It's time... for another update!

Okay, okay.  I know that it's been like two months since I posted anything... I'm sorry!  That is wholly my fault.  But in the meantime, I got a new nephew, started working out, having my awesome "Weekly Wednesdays" with the new family, etc, etc.  It's been one wild ride but I can't possibly imagine life being any better.  Honestly... I've never imagined my life so wonderful.  Amazing blood family that's always been there for me and loved me... even if sometimes I wasn't on the path they would have liked... they loved me through it and helped me get back to where I need to be.  Friends that are as loyal as they come... they would have my back even if I was completely wrong... they wouldn't let me stand there alone and look like an a$$... they'd join me.  A boyfriend that continually blows my mind by not only the love he shows me, but the time he invests in me.  It's amazing.  He calls me on my stuff and it's awesome... and my new-ish family... they aren't officially last name tied to me yet, but one day... and we are family just because of the love we have.  It's always so incredible to be wrapped in love, loyalty and trust like no other when you meet new people. 

Let's talk about part of this new-ish family... I'll get into all the members, but we gotta start somewhere, and besides, I don't want everyone to get confused so we'll go one member at a time! haha!

ENTER MIKE AND CONSTANCE PERRIN

Stats:  Mike - Boedy's older brother

          Constance - Married to Mike

          Haven - 6 yr old daughter

          Grayson - 2 yr old son

          Elleanor - bun in the oven (can't wait to meet your smiling face!)

Mike and Constance are such amazing people.  They have two and a quarter kids.  Mike works outside the home, Constance is always working at home being a mommy, baseball for Mike, softball for Haven (where mommy and daddy coach), home-based businesses... they are always going... but still make time for the things that matter; each other, their kids, and their family outside their home.  Every week, we have what we like to call "Weekly Wednesday" (WW).  It's become one of my favorite days of the week.  We get together for dinner and then either let the kids play outside or do something as a group... and finding something for 8 people to enjoy is a challenge but we always seem to handle it with such grace.  I cherish this time with them.  I love that Boedy's family is so close knit.  Mike and Constance are like my real brother and sister... it's awesome... we pick on each other and laugh and joke... since my sister lives in Oklahoma and my brother in Alaska, it's nice to have them close and able to see them weekly.  

You know those people that you instantly click with... well that was Constance for me... it was like I found a missing piece of me in her.  We have so much in common but also just enough difference that it stretches us to learn or get interested in other things.  It's great.  We both have a passion for high heels and what's not to love about a girl who also has a shoe fetish!?  haha!  It's just so funny to us that we didn't know each other sooner... she graduated two years after my sister Jamie and knows all the same people I know... I guess it's just a sign that God wasn't ready for us to meet yet.  She's crafty... I mean, SUPER crafty... she's so creative... if I could steal just an ounce of the stuff she's made or decorated... I'd be a stinkin' superhero at my own house.  I don't know how she does it all... being a mommy full time is hard enough, but making things for the new baby, cleaning house, decorating, organizing, selling pampered chef, coaching softball... I'm already tired and that's not even half of the stuff she does on the reg.

Back to Weekly Wednesdays...So the other night, we were trying to come up with something fun to do for after dinner, and Constance has gotten into Geo Caching... if you haven't looked into it, you need to.  It's so fun.  It's like a scavenger hunt using your GPS.  We went and found two geo cache spots and had a complete blast trying to figure out what the "treasure" was.  The kids had a blast too.  I think this might be our new hobby.  I might even have to buy the app on my phone.. and yes all you haters, Blackberry's have apps too... haha!  (that's for you babe)

Anyway, I just wanted to take a few minutes and break up your day and let you know that no matter what's going on, once you remove the crap and bad stuff out of your life and leave room for the good stuff, it comes.  It does happen.  If I hadn't gotten rid of the baggage in my life holding me back, I wouldn't have re-met Boedy, fallen in love with him, his kids and his family.  Who knows what my life would be like without them.  I can honestly say that this is the family that I was meant to marry into for the rest of my life.  I can't see my life without them!!

So, here's something to make you think today...
What will you make time for?

{lou}



Mind. BLOWN!

Sorry for those loyal readers... I've been trying to decide on a day of the week that I could devote to blogging regularly, but haven't had the time yet.  Today's post isn't really going to be about me though... it's going to be about a man.  A TRUE MAN!

See, my whole life has been littered with "men" who come and go and leave pieces of my life scattered among the debris.  There are a few exceptions... my brother, granpa, and my brother-in-law.   I know many people don't know the story of my life... but there has been a spattering of my own dad, step-dad's and my own husbands (yes plural) that have just left my life in shambles.  I have clung to that father figure... craving something, some sort of approval from a man I looked up to - for my whole life.  My granpa has been a father to me my whole life... he was always there, but there's something about having a dad... a real dad or a husband/boyfriend who I can be my best for... show all the things my mom taught me.

My mom is an amazing lady... growing up she worked for her parents and herself to make the kind of income she needed to support a family of 4 with no support coming from any of the dads that helped to make those children.   She worked hard.  Harder than I ever knew humans had the capacity for.  She was up every morning helping us kids get ready for school and dropped each one of us off at our day care or school.  My sister is 6 years older than me and my brother is 4.5 years younger than me... so yeah, we all had different places to go while my mom worked.  But she was always home at 530 to make a good dinner for us (and when I say good dinner, I mean, GOOD dinner... nothing ever touched a microwave in my house... everything was homemade and from scratch.), take us to our sports or whatever activity we needed to go to that evening, or just relax for a few minutes after dinner and before putting us to bed.  She would spend her hard earned money on clothes for us instead of getting anything new for herself.  She was a selfless wonder to be in awe of.  I'd never seen anyone quite like her... I thought my mom was an anomaly amongst the masses... a unicorn of sorts.

Until I met Boedy.  Single dad extraordinaire!

Boedy continually blows me away.  He's the man version of my mom.  He is a full time father of two... he has full custody of his two beautiful children and he works so hard to provide for them and be at their beck and call.  He reminds me of my mom.  Last night, I watched him get off of work, pick up his kids before they went to go to their mom's for the night, mow - not only my yard, but my neighbors yard, go drop the kids off at their mom's, go and help his brother coach little girls softball, come back to my house, finish mowing, iron clothes for his business trip to Tulsa, shower, and go to bed (not before he told me he was going to bed and gave me a kiss!  I gladly followed him so I could cuddle!).   He's a machine.  But he doesn't see how amazing all of that is to me.  It makes me appreciate my mom even more than I did before.  I knew she sacrificed, but she never let us kids know the depths of it.  Watching Boedy and spending time with him, I know what she went through.  And it takes a person with GOD given strength to keep going like they do.

Boedy is honest, trustworthy, selfless, caring, generous, and loving... all things I see in my mom.  You know they say girls always marry someone like their dad... well I made that mistake - TWICE.  So now, I've decided to be with someone like my mom... (that's not supposed to sound awkward) but it's true.  Boedy has the same qualities I've always admired about my mom.  Every time I look at him, I'm in complete awe of how he keeps going and doesn't ever complain.  He even conquers those daily things of his own life and then puts up with me and my bad days or moods.  I feel selfish after I realize that this man has already given his 300% but I'm whining about my 110%.  He's a lot like my granpa too... the unconditional love he shows me day in and day out... the countless hours he devotes to everything... the effort he puts into getting things done around my house without hesitation.  and I never ask for it.  He just jumps right in.

This post is for you babe!  The MAN, the father, the best friend, the loving boyfriend, the coach, the date to his daughter at the dance... the one who melts my heart!  I love you honey!!

{lou}

March already? Where has the time gone? And can I have it back?

Wow.. March.  March 7th to be exact.  Seems like a few days ago it was the beginning of February.  WHAT HAPPENED?  Well, a lot in my world... Keeping up with Boedy, the kids, Mandi, my brother, the soon to be birth of my pseudo nephew Kellen, and my family has kept me busy in ways I hadn't expected.

Boedy, Bronx, and Brooke - Good morning Message!

Brooke and I! (disregard how terrible I look)

 My Brother... We have matching tattoos.... yeah, we are close!

 Me, my brother and my momma... when Jeremiah graduated basic training for the Air Force!

 Jeremiah when we came home for Christmas to surprise the family!

But the busyness has also kept me from blogging, working out (like I want to), and church... I know a lot of people aren't big into Church because at some point, they've been burnt.  Makes sense.  But my question is, so if one church burnt you, there's only a BJILLION more in our area to try.  I promise they aren't all the same.  I had been to at least one church of every denomination known to our area... burnt by all.  Until one day, about 5 years ago, I found CLC (Christian Life Cathedral)  now known as Catalyst.  WOW.  What an amazing church.  I feel so at home there.  No judgment for where my life has taken me... (2 marriages, 2 divorces of my own... amongst other things in my life.)  I walked in the door my first time ever there and the door greeter gave me a hug and said, we are glad you are here.  REALLY?  ME!  Are you sure?  I had never been to a place where strangers were glad I was there... It just has a feeling of Jesus all over it.  I love going there.  The people are sincere... they don't care what has happened in your life... they care that you are there and if you want the help, they want to be there to lift you up so you can get back on your feet and start heading in a direction you probably didn't know existed.  WOW.  What an incredible feeling!


So, another thing that has been going on keeping me from blogging... well, life.  Life in general.  I love playing with Boedy's kids... date nights... hanging with the peeps... and just relaxing away from a computer screen from time to time, since my job has me at one all day!  But most recently, I've been pretty consumed with those things, plus my 89 year old granpa.  I love my granpa... He's the only "dad" I've ever had.  He held my hand when I had to get stitches two of the three times... he would hold me and let me cry when I needed to... he taught me how to use a hammer and nails... he showed me how love should be by loving my gramma unconditionally... but now he's got dementia... it's the early steps of Alzheimer's... such a horrible disease.  I think that honestly, anything else would be better to lose him to.  Because, sometimes, I forget that it's our memories of him at this point instead of his of us.   My poor gramma is losing her mind trying to help him find his again.   This is the man that could do anything.  My own version of "superman".  He could do no wrong... I mean, I love the man so much that I got his handwriting tattooed on my wrist.

(It's my nickname from him)

 I mean, he's a hero to our whole family...  My brother Jeremiah has granpa's army unit patch tattooed on his arm.  WE LOVE THIS MAN, is putting it mildly.  He is why my momma is so amazing... well, him and my gramma.  I have an amazing family.  Our love is outrageous.  Most people dream of the family I have.  And let me tell you, I'd share with anyone who wanted it.  So, anyway, Granpa, he fell... his dementia meds really do a number on him.  He fell on the coffee table, broke several ribs, punctured his lung, and got pneumonia.... so, I've been up late praying for his recovery and worrying about him.  They live about an hour and a half away from me... so getting there sometimes, can be a challenge.

So there's just a few things that have made February fly by and those are definitely more important than blogging or working out.

Well, I'm signing off for now... but remember, cherish every moment you have with people you love... and always make room for new things... and come see us at Catalyst Church.  Boedy, Mandi, and I will save you a seat!

{lou}

An Afternoon of Photos

So, he's out done himself again... Boedy actually let me talk him into a photo shoot with me... Geez... I'm crazy for this boy!!!  This will be a short one, but I thought I'd share the photos we've gotten back so far!  Hope you enjoy them as much as we did!!!

Yep... we are absolutely perfect together! :)
{lou}

Love, spoon rings, and other things

So, I have super awesome Boedy and I'm crazy about him and he about me... So we had our first Valentine's days of many... It was awesome.. we are both soooo cheesy and corny, but we know exactly what to get each other.  I got Boedy an "I love you because..." board (courtesy of pinterest), a book that is called "Guess How Much I Love You" - and I wrote on every page... a calendar of us... and a card...

He WENT above and beyond... He made posters of some of our favorite pictures of us thus far and a spoon ring that I've been wanting for a long time...

He also went way out of his way and found a fork bracelet that I've been day dreaming about... well, come to find out that it was sold from the Etsy website and it was the only one they had like it... well, he tracked down the shoppe owner and then the person who bought it and bought it from her... YEAH... TALK ABOUT KEEPER!!!!

Yeah, really pretty, right?!  I'll cut you if you try and take it... JUST SAYIN'!!!
He also had really pretty flowers sent to my office... and since I'm not a rose girl, he put in the card... "at least it's not roses... - love boedy!"

Coolest arrangement I've ever seen!  High five babe!!!  And then he took me to a surprise fancy dinner... weird thing... I didn't get a picture of the two of us looking smoking hot... but I did get one of me... WEIRD!!

Happy Belated Valentine's Blog!! :)
{lou}

While I Was Out...

So, I missed a few days and I must catch up and post my pictures... So, another great weekend with Boedy, the kiddos (Brooke and Bronx) and Mandi... we went flea marketing... or as the kids call it treasure hunting.  Bronx absolutely loves looking for cool old toys... Brooke likes searching for pretty owls or other pretty things... which makes it really fun... and we also hit up our favorite eatery... Beef O'Brady's...  Bronxie wanted to wear the horns! haha He's so adorable!

Then on to Tontitown - our favorite "treasure hunting" town... 

but on our way, we stopped at a place I've always wanted to go into but it was always closed... we were in luck this particular weekend and Bronx found a treasure... 

Then we girls decided we needed a picture even though we didn't find any treasures... We just love being with each other!! 

Welp, there you have it... A weekend away from the computer resulted in great memories with people I dearly love... How'd you spend your time away from electronics?

{lou}

Bad Day Disaster Relief...

So, the roomie.. Mandi was having a super bad day... so Boedy and I went on a date with her... I love that we are all that close that we can do those things together and it doesn't feel like someone is the third wheel.... I mean, look at how goofy we are... Well, Boedy for sure! :)

Mandi wanted Chinese food... so here we are... eating Mall Food Court Chinese.

Then she wanted to go watch "One For The Money"... So we did... and we got POPCORN!!!  My favorite movie food!  And again, my love is being silly... How can anyone have a bad day with him around!? 

P.S. He told me I couldn't edit his craziness out of this photo!!

And lastly - I sure am crazy about this man!!  See that smile... How could anyone not want to see that everyday!?  I mean really...

So, last night was 3 person impromptu date night... and I love that we can do that.  

Oh, and as you get to know me, you'll learn that I'm spontaneous... I love doing things on a whim.  You'll also learn that nothing is more important than me spending time with my family and friends... 

Well, that's all you get from me today! :)  Hope you enjoy God's blessings of date nights, best friends, family and the mall food court Chinese food!!  

Welp, I've joined the club...

So, I've held out as long as possible and when it comes to technology, I kind of dig that I'm behind the times... I feel like a backwards trend-setter. 
HA!  Who am I kidding... I'm just not that good with this stuff...

That's why I have this guy... ENTER {awesome boyfriend} BOEDY!

Not only do I find him really attractive {I MEAN REALLY!!} and love his smile... He's SOOO smart about all things with buttons and cords... Now, I can make a mean dinner or make myself look cute with just a few things... but websites, making the tv have sound and images... WHEW... NOT FOR ME!  So here I am... trying this out.  Hopefully, I'll feel smarter... more... uh... accomplished.

Well, I'm signing off for now... we'll see how I do with this whole thing!