I Hate When Hubby Gets Sick

Don't you love when your husband gets sick? I know I do!

They are so lucky they never have to push a baby out of their Oprahs va-jay-jay, they wouldn't be able to handle it.

Anyway, hubby is sick and it's just a cold, but he is all sniffles and grouch.  I try and stay away from him, because I don't want the cold, and I don't want to get my head bitten off.

I know he feels awful, I know colds aren't the greatest thing, but why does he have to act like a little boy? Oh, I play into it, of course. I get him what he wants and needs and treat him like a child. Actually, I do that even when he's not sick.

I just hope he gets better soon, because it is no fun having sick husbands.

Do you all agree?

Booger Butt

When my husband got back from Kuwait, we decided to adopt a dog from the Humane Society.  We wanted a puppy and saw one that I fell in love with, but unfortunately he had something wrong with him, which I can't remember at the moment, but it didn't look good and they thought they would have to put him to sleep send him to the farm. I was not happy about that.

The puppies go fast, so most of them were already called for. We then came upon a pitbull that had just had puppies. She was the sweetest thing ever and her name was "Princess" We really wanted her, but pitbulls are not allowed on a military base. It's so unfortunate that they have a bad rep, we have friends who have two female pitbulls and they are the sweetest thing ever. I believe that it is all about how you train your dog. Even little dogs are the devil if you don't train them right!

Finally, we found our puppy! His name was "Jack" and he is a Jack Russell Terrier and is three years old. He sat quietly in his cage, while all of the others cried for our attention.  He knew how to play the game, because he can be bad sometimes but he is still sweet when he wants to be!

The next day I went to get him and bring him home, he was so excited! I didn't like the name "Jack" because it was too normal for a  girl who had a cat named "Stinkbutt" (RIP, I'll talk about Stinkbutt later)

I thought maybe his name could be lucky, because he had a shamrock collar, but hubby didn't like that. While "Jack" was running around playing I called him a "Little Booger" and thats how he got his name "Booger"!

Everyone laughs when we tell them that, like they can't believe we named our dog after something you pick out of your nose.

We occasionally call him "Booger Jack", "Booger Butt", or "Booger Jack Daniels" (when we have been drinking, of course)

He is "my baby", he loves to have me rock him to sleep, and he is a cuddler!

I love him! Don't let the face fool you :)

I'll tell you the story of how the next door neighbors know him later, you won't believe this!

Princess Wifey

My mother never taught me the basics of taking care of a household. I was an only child, and I acted like the sterotypical only child--Spoiled, bratty, and I got everything I wanted. My mother never made me lay a hand on a dish or a vaccuum. I wish she would have.

I'm having difficulties coming to terms with cleaning. Simple things, such as doing the dishes are a daily struggle for me, and laundry piles up in the laundry room. Thank goodness Hubby and I have our own bathrooms. He compares mine to a murder scene!

I am grossed out by doing the dishes. Our dishwasher works like a POS.  I'm getting better at it though. I'm getting better at touching the food that gets stuck to the dish. It's so nasty!

I've never been made to fold my own laundry or put it away, let alone someone elses. I wash and dry the laundry and throw it on top of the dryer. I wish I didn't do that.

I know it frusturates my husband that I am not a clean freak. He is not a clean freak either though.

He takes off his clothes after work and throws them on the living room floor! Why can't he walk the extra two feet to the laundry room!?

I am not very organized, never have been. I wish I was more organized. I think that would solve a lot of my problems.

Is it just pure laziness, or should I blame my mother for not making me do these things?

If anyone has any tips for me, or how they deal with the housework responsibilities, I would love to know!

Just call me the dysfunctional June Cleaver

Princess Wifey

Hubby and I

I met my husband when I was 17 years old at a party. It wasn't love at first sight, like most fairy tale romances. I was sitting on the couch when he walked through the door. He had an arrogant air about him and I didn't like it. He was 19 and had just entered the Air Force six months before.

Eventually, we all ended up in the cramped kitchen and were drinking electric lemonade *vodka and crystal light lemonade* I saw that he had pulled out a pack of Newports, and I asked if I could go out and smoke with him. We went out on the back patio and started talking *I have no idea about what* The next thing I know I'm turning toward his face and we start kissing! I really don't know how that happened, I wasn't even that drunk, I don't think?

Anyway, I might add that the people that were throwing the party I was living with at the time and they were moving out soon and I was going to stay there.  Hubby started staying over a lot and it got kind of serious for me, but he didn't feel like it was that serious. (I found that out later)

I guess I fall hard fast, even for arrogant guys! haha.

Over the next few months it got more serious for him, and he realized that he didn't want to lose me. I turned 18 and we were still going strong.

Right before I turned 19 he told me he had to go to Kuwait. What was I going to do? He was everything to me and I didn't want to lose him.  He asked me to marry him and of course I said YES!

We got married a week before he had to leave, in the courthouse. I was 19.

 When he left, I stayed with my grandparents in Las Vegas for 8 months.

He finally got back in March, and we had a vow renewal ceremony in July! I'll put pictures up as soon as I get the disc! :)

I guess that's pretty much the story, a lot of minor details left out but I can't tell you everything! ;)