This was one of the first pictures he ever sent me while we were dating.
(He's a retard)
I have been visiting for two weeks. If this was a regular visit I would be on a plane tomorrow heading back home to El paso and David would be at the air port waiting to pick me up. But, I'm not. I will be here visiting until Sept 8th. The only down side is not being with David. I know I joke a lot but everything aside I miss him a ton! I can't help it he's my love! I almost came to tears earlier thinking about not seeing him for another 3 weeks. Then I realized this is just a month away from him. It will soon turn into 9 months. It was easier the first time he went over sea's because I wasn't use to being around him so much and when he went we were only dating at the time. But now its different. We are married and I'm use to being with him 24/7. It's going to be super hard at the end of December. But I'm just going to focus on the time we still have before he leaves. It just sucks that he has training for a full month in California. I mean I want him to go over there ready and at his best so he can come home back to me safely in one piece. I try not to think about it a whole lot. But I'm a worrier. So its always there in the back of my mind. Its strange I miss him more in these two weeks than I do when I miss my family when I'm in El paso. That's saying something. Cause I always miss my family. I don't know I just don't feel like my full regular self with out him. It's crazy. When you realize what you take for granted. At moments you pay no mind to certain things or characteristics and then at time those things you forget to appreciate are the biggest things in the world to you. I'm not going to lie. I take his company for granted. I don't fully appreciate his presence in my life. But right now it's the only thing I want in the world. I want to hear him talking shit and making fun of me and everything I do. And I want to hear him say I'm sorry and I love you when I stop talking to him. Lol. Or just seeing him walk through the door in his uniform like he does every week day from work. He'll open the door smile his big Ole kool-aid smile. And then say "Hey Baby" give me a hug and kiss me on my forehead. I just miss him. I guess this is just a "venting" post. Oh well. Lol I hope he's thinking about me the way I'm thinking about him. Lol he probably isn't. Fat boy.
Today's blog post will be about my dog Mogley. He died today. But before I tell you about how and why he passed, I will tell you his story. From start to finish.When I was living in New York I got lonely. It was my first time living away from home. David was at work from 5am- 5pm everyday. And for that time I was at our apartment by myself. So at first I started to think about having a baby. But I quickly realized that it was a stupid idea. So I then wanted the next best thing..a puppy. So I then went to the mall. Because they had a pet store, and they sold pure breed puppies. They had beautiful dogs. There were two that caught my attention right away. The first one an was English Bulldog. He was so cute. White and brown with short fat legs and wrinkly, wrinkly skin. The only thing though he was priced for three grand. I was bummed but I looked for another puppy. The second one I saw was a Yorkie.She was very small and extra cute. She was priced at one grand. So I picked her. David said ok and that we would go back for her the following week. I was so excited so I called and told my sister Sara I was getting a puppy from a pet store. She right away told me not to get a dog from a pet store because the majority of the dogs come from puppy mills. I had no idea what they were. She then told me to adopt from the dog pound or animal shelter. She said I would help out with all the neglected and unwanted animals. And I would be a hero for saving a life. I was convinced when she said "hero". I then told David I changed my mind and wanted to adopt from the local shelters. He was happy cause it was going to be so much cheaper. Lol. I believe there were three shelters in Watertown, NY. I called the first two and asked if they had any puppies up for adoption. They told me no. I then called the last one. Jefferson County dog shelter. Praying they had one puppy for me. I called and they said they had two puppy's up for adoption. When David got home from work we rushed over there to the shelter. I walked in and said to the lady "I'm here to adopt a puppy". I had the biggest smile on my face. She looked up at me and said we have one left. For some reason I got scared. She told me to go through the back doors and on the right hand side there was a cage and there would be two puppies inside but the one with the brown dot on the top of his head was the one that was left. I walked through the doors feeling excited and nervous. I turned to the right and he was the first thing I saw. He was beautiful. All white with the brown dot right on the top and in the middle on his head. Brown spot covered his left eye. He was chunky. Lol. I right away took my phone out and started to record. I wanted to always remember that moment. He was so adorable. I loved him instantly. He was mine the moment I saw him. I went back to the front and said I'll take him. So on October 21st 2010 I adopted Mogley. He was nine weeks old. Which makes his birthday August 19th.So right after we adopted him we took him to Petco. He was very quiet and scared in the car. Which I understand cause he didn't know what was going on. So I carried him into the store and put him down on the floor. He just stood there for a while. But then he started to walk and then he started to kind of gallop I guess. Lol. He was so fat. And everyone that walked by him said he was so beautiful and cute. He was interested in the toys so I got him whatever toy he bit when I put it in front of his face. Ha ha. I got him dog food and food bowls and a collar with a leash. And I got him a tag with his name. Before we left the store he peed in one of the isles, which I had to clean up. It was funny. This time in the car ride home he was a bit more active but still refused to move from my lap. We got into the apartment and I put him down. He did the same thing just stood there for a bit. And I guess when he figured out it was safe he started to explore the apartment. I forgot to get him a bed at the pet store so I gave him a pillow to sleep on. He claimed it the moment I put in on the floor. In no time his personality came shining through. He was very playful but at the same time calm. He always wanted to be by me or on me. He cried at night though, like all puppies do. I was gonna have him sleep with me in the bed right away but David wasn't having it. So he slept in the Laundry room. Which was a pretty big room. I left the light on for him and gave him his toys. It was torture hearing him whine. But after a while he got use to it. The next problem was potty training him. We tried those blue pads at first. But he obviously thought of them as toys. And tore every one I put down to a million little pieces. I would get so mad. So I quickly gave up on that approach. So we had a balcony so I used that to potty train him. Cause I wasn't going to go walk outside three or four times a day in the freezing snow so he could do his business. So after every meal I put him on the balcony and didn't let him back inside until he peed or pooped. And I tried to stay and watch him so when he did use the bathroom I could immediately praise him give him a treat and let him back inside. It took him a few days to get the hang of it. But he did. And a lot faster that I had thought he would. I was proud of him. He then began to walk to the balcony door and sit there until someone came and let him out. Or he would come stare at me and get my attention and I would ask him what he wanted and he would leave and I would follow to find him standing by the door waiting to be let out. He was so smart. He did have a few accidents though cause we would ignore him or not pay attention to him to realize what he wanted. Our fault. He was such a unique and special dog though. After a while he started to sleep with us in the bed. I had to put my foot down with David about it. Ha ha. He was so crazy too. Cause he would start off at the bottom of the bed where our feet were. And slowly you could see him inch his way under the comforter all the way to the top in between me and David. That's the only way he would sleep. And he didn't sleep in a ball either. He slept on his back with his legs stretched out to the bottom of the bed. And his arms would just hang in place. He slept like he was a human. At first David hated it. But eventually he got used to it. And would even call Mogley to go to sleep with him. Lol. But Mogley never went with him. He stayed beside me at all times. Whenever I would wake up he would wake up with me and I fed him his breakfast and I poured myself a bowl of cereal and he would with me. And right afterwards we would go sit on the couch together and watch the morning cartoons. Lol and he actually watched them with me. He would stare and stare at the tv like he knew everything that was going on. He was my nigga. He knew he was cute. He loved to take pictures. He would pose and stay still and look directly at the camera for pictures. He would stay in the kitchen with me while I cooked. He would stay with me while I played the Xbox. And when I would yell and scream in frustration at the game he would bark like if he was yelling with me in agreement. He was awesome. He loved to play in the snow. I take him to the park right beside our apartment so he could get outside and just run and play fetch. The first thing he would do every time was run and jump in the biggest pile of snow and just start to dig and dig. After a few minutes of doing that he would remember I was there and he would run after me and run and play in the snow with me. He was so white he would disappear into the snow. I usually had to call for him so he would pop his head up and I could see the brown on his face. You see Mogley never really learned to properly play fetch. The way Mogley played fetch was, If you threw something, anything he would run his hardest to go get it. And he'll com running back with whatever you threw for him to go get. But instead of giving it back to you he'll run right up to you and when he see's you stretching out your hand to his mouth to retrieve the object. He'll psych you out and take off running. Lol. He'll make you chase him and make you wrestle him to get the toy back. That's how Mogley plays fetch. Another I noticed about Mogley is that he was growing and getting big very fast. at 4-5 months old he was bigger than a full grown pitt bull. And I also found that Mogley thought he was the smallest dog in the world. I twisted my ankle a few times just by simply walking beside him. And i slammed the closet door on my pinky finger cause mogley came walking out of the room in the hallway with me and completely boss hogged the hallway and caused me to trip and I tried to grab onto the door for support while I was falling down well I some how closed the door on my pinky finger. I cried. And Mogley came to my rescue by licking me and made me laugh at the same time I was crying. It was retarded. Lol. He loved to go to the park. At this park they had like big huge bright green hills and just wide open space perfect for running. Him and David would run and chase after one another. Mogley loved other dogs. It didn't matter if the dog was bigger, smaller, mean, or shy. Mogley wanted to play with everyone and everything. He even liked cats. My Mogley was such a sweet and kind dog. Did you know he peed on my head once? Yup he did. We were playing on the living room floor wrestling. And i lay down cause I'm tired well he comes and stands right over my head and in that instance I thought to myself this dog bes not pee on me. And the moment I thought that He peed on my head. I started to scream and ran to the bathroom and started the shower and David comes running asking me whats wrong and I tell him what Mogley did he just busted out laughing and told Mogley good boy. Lol. He was spoiled. We took him to the groomers like twice a month. And we bathed him weekly. He got his photos taken professionally by 'picture people' at Petco. He had a sweater to wear outside in the cold. He had a scarf he wore to the park. And he had soo many toys and tennis balls. He ate the best dog food and we would buy him those gourmet desserts just for dogs. He loved those! And of course he received his shots and would go to his check ups. For the most part he got whatever he wanted. Everything was good until David got stationed in El paso. We had to move but couldn't take Mogley with was because no apartment would allow his "breed" to stay. You see Mogley is part pitt. So it doesn't matter if he was raised to love all things and if he was still a puppy. Just the fact that he has any "pitt" in him makes him a danger and a threat. People are so stupid. So anyways my mommy agrees to take care of him for me until I'm able to find a way to have him back with me. Well on our way to El paso we stop in town to visit for a week and to drop Mogley off. Well before the week is up Mogley gets sick. David went to go check up on Mogley before we went to sleep. At the time Mogley was not allowed to stay inside. So he was tied to up to the tree out front. Well when David goes to check up on him Mogley is not moving. He is not wagging his tail or anything like he usually does. So David walks up to him and touches him and he falls down. So he calls me outside and we take him to the emergency vet right then and there in Sugar land. We have no idea whats wrong with him. He was fine earlier that day. Well the doctor gives him a pocket of fluids on his back so he can stay hydrated. Gives him some medicine. Well the next morning mogley is doing better hes not running around or anything but you could just see it in his eyes and his movements, that he was getting better. Well we also found out that morning that other dogs on our street were sick and a few of them died. So we knew right away someone poisoned all of them sometime last night. I was glad David went to check up on him cause if he hadn't we would have woken up to him dead. So that just made me feel even worse about leaving him. But I had to. Well luckily nothing else happened to him for a long time. Until this year in May. Mogley got lose and someone called the dog pound oh him. So my Dad paid over 700 dollars to bail him out. And to pay all the fines without me having to ask him. I'll never forget what he did for me. So me and David pay $300 for this kennel. To keep mogley safe and secure. Well Mogley bites his way through the chain linked fence. And can no longer be used. So Mogley became an only inside dog. He was breaking his chains and getting out of his collars and harnesses. All of a sudden he did not want to be outside or on a leash. Well up until last week he was fine and healthy. But he wasn't acting like his usual self and wasn't eating and throwing up. At first we thought it was a little stomach ache or something. But he still wouldn't eat and still was throwing up. We couldn't get him to the vet sooner because no one could take him. Everyone had to work. But my mom finally was able to take him. At first I wasn't that worried because I thought it was just some stomach flu. And they would give him medicine and send him home. I got worried when they wanted to keep him over night and couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.Then we got the news that he has "severe kidney failure" when my mom told me. My heart sank. It wasn't some stomach flu. But something serious. Tests had to be done to see how bad it was. And the test came back bad. So they said they would do one more test the next day to see if it improves or worsens. Well his test was worse. And my mom called me this morning to tell me the news. And asked me what I wanted to do. I could have her take him home to die there. Or have him put down at the vet. I never thought I would ever had to answer a question like this. I chose to have him put down there. I didn't want to prolong his suffering. I have been crying all day thinking about him. And all the joy he brought to my life. He was mine. Because of him I wasn't lonely. He loved unconditionally.He always wanted to please. And just be near you. All he wanted was your love and to love you. I lost my best friend today. My friend. My love. I wasn't expecting to lose him this soon. I was expecting him to live to at least 10 years old. I thought old age would take him. There was still so much I wanted to do with and for him. I wanted to mate him with some other huge all white dog so I could have a Mogley jr. I wanted to have him with me again. I never thought I could love a dog so much. I loved him most. The thing thats killing me the most is that I couldn't be there to tell him bye. I wasn't there to tell him that he was a good boy. And so brave. That it was an honor and a blessing to have received his love and loyalty. That I loved him more than anything. To have hugged him tightly one last time. I just wish I could have seen him one last time. He was one of a kind. I will never forget him. It will be a long time before I'm fine with all of this. Even with the heart ache I'm feeling now. I would do it all again. He is worth every tear. I love you Mogley, my baby. I'm sorry I wasn't with you during your final breaths but you will live inside my heart and memories now. Be good boy.
I had a dream today while I was sleeping. It was about me and my newborn daughter. It's strange cause just yesterday me and David were talking about what we would do when we had a kid. You know just talking and laughing like we usually do. I asked David what do you think our children would look like and he tells me "If it's a boy he will look just like me" and I asked him "How do you know"? and he just said " I just know". I started to laugh and I told him "You know it could be just opposite. We could have a boy and he look just like me or have a girl and she look just like you". He then said something along the lines of "If the kid looks anything like me then they are lucky". Lmao. Well let me get back to my dream. I can't really remember how it started or where I was. I saw her in like this rocker type of thing. She was squirming and making noises. Not quite crying though. And the moment I saw her I knew she was mine. It was crazy I immediately went and picked her up and looked at her. She was David's skin tone and had his thick dark brown hair, it almost looked black. Like his. I saw him all through her. She was so small. Like newborn small. I didn't get to see her eyes though. I wish I could have. The moment I picked her up she stopped squirming. She stayed asleep and peaceful the whole dream. Because I refused to put her down. I went to sit down in this recliner and layed her down on my chest. I just watched her sleep. The strange thing though, is that no family was in my dream. Not even David. Just me and a few strangers. One of them asked to hold her and I told them no. I didn't want to put her down or let her go. She was wearing this pink wonzie. I think it had white polka dots or something. Don't remember. She was just so beautiful. I got up from the recliner and walked around for a little bit. Just looking and looking at her. Wanting to squeeze the crap out of her but scared at the same time of breaking her. It was crazy I looked down at her one more time and I woke up to David waking me up. I have never woken up depressed before. But I did. Never had a dream like that before. Other people have told me they've had dreams of me having a baby. But never had one myself. It was just crazy. I haven't changed my mind when I want to have one. I still plan on waiting a long time. But I can't wait until I feel that way again. Just crazy. Well I just wanted to write it down so I wouldn't forget it. God Bless.
I was going to write this post yesterday night for father's day, but I'm
a procrastinator like my dad so I did not get to it. Lol. So as you can
see I will be writing about my pappy. I will try to write everything
that comes to mind when I'm writing about him. First I will tell you my
dad has been in my life since I was born. For that I am very lucky. I
know a lot kids don't ever see or know their dad. But to be honest I
didn't have much of a relationship with my dad before the age of ten.
Yes he lived with me and my sisters, he worked and provided for us. Made
sure we had clothes and food to eat, and school supplies. But not
really a relationship. I don't have that many memories of him as a
child. He never really talked or played with us. Then he wasn't really
the emotional type. My mom was the one who did all of that. I remember
him playing playstation in his room, I'm pretty sure the game was tomb
raider. He had the game guide right beside him in case he got stuck or
something while playing it. I remember him setting up the brand new
computer we had got. He taught us how to get to the games and taught us
how to play them. I also remember when he gave sara her Nintendo 64 and
gave me my Gameboy color, the game I got with it was a Bugs Life. He
took me and Sara to our soccer practice one time. And I also remember
when he walked my new bike inside on Christmas eve. It was a pink bike
(I was disappointed when I saw it at first) It had neon colored beads on
the wires on the inside of each wheel, and had ribbons coming out of
the end of each handle bar. The seat was white and so were the tires. My
sister Sara got the same bike I did. I don't know if he just didn't
really know how to talk to us since we were all girls, or if it was just
him sad in an unhappy marriage. But when my parents split when I was 10
in the 4th grade was when I finally got a relationship with my dad. My
parents didn't fight over custody for us. We got to see and be with both
of them whenever we wanted. Looking back at it now I guess the divorce
was a blessing in disguise because I don't know if I would have the same
relationship I have with him today if they didn't split. Something in
him changed. I think maybe he didn't want to lose us either cause of the
divorce. So he started to make the effort of actually spending time and
talking to us. Which I loved. Cause at the time I blamed the whole
divorce on my mom. I can honestly say I almost hated her because of it. I
didn't understand why she didn't want to be with him or why she didn't
love him enough to stay. And because she had gotten with my now step dad
so quickly. In my head I thought she was trying to replace my dad and
was trying to make dino my new dad. I gave my mom hell for it. Even
though I didn't really have a relationship with my dad I defended him to
my mom. To everyone. In my eyes my dad could do no wrong, It's still
that way now. Lol. So I wanted to be with him all the time whenever I
could. He would come pick us up like every other night and take us out
to eat. It was kind of weird at first because it was like meeting him
for the first time. Yea I've know him all my life, but I actually
started to get to know him. He still wasn't all emotional with us. But
it was way more than what I had been use to. I found out my dad pretty
much dislikes everyone. Lol. He likes to watch cartoons. And if he
thinks or finds something funny in a movie he will quote that line every
chance he gets in a conversation. He hates to go grocery shopping. He's
a hermit. He loves Chinese buffets. He's addicted to soda. His favorite
thing to cook is breakfast because its easy and delicious. All of my
mom's friends and family annoy him. Lol. (some of them annoy me too) He
loves animals. His favorite car brand is Chevrolet, he hates Ford. He
likes video games. He thinks he's always right, even when he's wrong.
Lol. He's lazy when he's home but when he works he's the best. He's not a
fan of spicy food. He'd rather sleep on a couch or a recliner than a
bed. His favorite color is red. He's the king at talking shit and making
fun of everyone. He flirts with every girl cashier at walmart. He loves
to annoy his mom. Lol. He prefers to wear over sized shirts so no one
will see his man boobs or his gut. HA HA HA. He's the loudest snorer in
the world! He doesn't liked to be tickled. And if you try he will punch
you in the leg or throw his sandal at you or grab your foot an pull your
toes until they pop. And if you want something from him you have to
clean the house. He likes Cars and guns. He won't admit it, but he likes
to gossip. He'll try to make you watch a scary movie with him so he
won't watch it alone. He wont watch the original Exorcism movie. He's
hardly ever drinks. He use to smoke cigarettes but he quit a long time
ago. Those are a few fun facts about my dad. I have a great relationship
with him. He gives the best advice about everything. And he's always
there for me and my sisters and my mom financially, and if i need to
talk. I remember I was playing around with him one day and i pulled his
chin beard pretty hard and i tried to run away so he grabbed this brush
it was solid wood and had a thick metal ring around it. Well he grabbed
it and threw it at my head while i was running out of the room. It hit
me on the side of my forehead and i fell to the ground. That shit hurt!
Lol. I had this big lump on the side of my head and it was throbbing. He
was too busy laughing at me to see if i was ok. When he was done
laughing he told me thats what i deserved for pulling his hair. Lmao.
Don't worry I wasn't seriously injured or anything. Thats how me and my
dad play around. We fight with each other. This other time..well I
can't remember if i hit him and tried to run away again or if I was
annoying him but I remember I tried to run away so he picked up his
sandal and screamed Tomahawk!!!!!!! while he threw it straight into my
back. That shit hurt too. Lol. Him and my sisters were all laughing at
me. I'm guessing I deserved it. I was laughing too cause he screamed
tomahawk cause i was really into tomahawking on the black ops game for
Xbox. I also remember me and him were at walmart once and we were in the
hair accessories isle looking for something for Shannon. And at the
time Destiny's child had a song out called "lose my breath" Well in the
middle of the isle i randomly started to sing the chorus and did like a
fast little dance move. My dad just looked at me and busted out
laughing. He still makes fun of me til this day cause of it. Lol it was a
catchy song and i forgot I was at walmart and started to jam. Ha ha.
Thats my dad's way of showing he cares..he makes fun of you and or talks
mess to you. Either or. I remember when he took me and my sisters to go
see Shrek in theaters. That's one of his favorite movies. I remember
that day cause it was the first time he had taken us to the movies
himself. See my dad is a home body. Because everyone annoys the hell out
of him. So he usually just gave us the money and my mom would take us
or we would go with friends. He also took us to go see the movie "300"
but I fell asleep right when it started. Because I was high. I don't
think he knew, if he did he didn't say anything. And if he didn't and he
reads this then he knows now. Lol. I tried to stay awake but the
previews were so boring and it was dark and the chair was really comfy.
Ha ha..My dad use to cut the grass with this huge white and red tractor.
Like this nigga was huge! And one day he let me sit on his lap and
steer it while he had his foot on the pedal. That was awesome! That day
he let me and my both my sisters steer it. I think I was in the fifth
grade and my dad came to pick us up from the trailer to go eat or
something well I had to go back inside to get something I forgot well I
came out running cause I didn't want to keep him and my sisters waiting.
Well we have a rocky drive way and I was running at full speed and i
tripped over a rock and fell hard face first into the drive way. My dad
came out of the truck laughing at me. I almost cried but I saw him
laughing so I started to laugh too but my eyes were still watery but I
was laughing. I was caught somewhere in the middle of crying and
laughing and I think that made my dad laugh more. For some reason he
always laughs when I get hurt. I was washing dishes once and I guess I
was washing the glass to hard and it broke and I ended up cutting my
knuckle pretty bad. I started to freak out but he told me to calm down.
Then he started to laugh at me and called me a dumbass. Lol. My pappy is
so nice isn't he? Ha ha. He may not be the most perfect dad in the
world. But he is my dad and I'll always love him. I threaten him
sometimes that when he gets old I'm going to throw him into an All men
nursing home. Lol, then he threatens me he's going to leave me out of
his will if I do that. Ha ha. Dumb fatboy. Well that's all for now I have written enough. I hoped you enjoyed the read. If not oh well. Have a great day and God bless.
Ha ha..Yes this post will be about farting. But not just any farting. The epic fart war that is going on between me and my husband. Lol. I have no idea how or why it got started, it just some how came to be. Some of you might think its not lady like to fart. Well if you think so, you are freaking stooopid! Everyone farts. EVERYONE. So don't try to be all high and mighty about farting. It is a natural thing. And it just so happens that I have a fart war on my hands. Well today was super hilarious. Wait if your like easily disgusted or have a weak stomach to this particular topic. I will advise you to stop reading. I mean its not that vulgar in my opinion. But not everyone has the same perspective as others. Just a fair warning. Any who, it started when me and David went to go eat. We went to eat mexican at "KiKi's" And I got the Machaka. Its basically like beef or chicken that's tender cooked with onions, tomato, green chiles, a fried egg, and chile con queso. Very delicious. Well after I finished that, I got that feeling in my stomach that I needed to take care of buisness. So I right away told David that I needed to go home. He said "Ok. When I see the waitress i'll ask for the bill and then we can go." I then said ok. But the waitress was taking forever to come back to check up on us. In the mean time my stomach was getting worse and hurting very badly. I then decided I couldn't wait and went to find the bathroom. Might I add that I hate using public restrooms to do anything besides pee. Its embarrassing. I usually do a good job at waiting until I get home to drop a deuce. Lol. Especially if someone is waiting to use the stall your in. I mean when your done and come out do you tell that person waiting to not go in there, or do you just give that person an apologetic look/smile cause they are about to walk into a gas chamber and gag? I mean its awkward and not pleasant for you or anybody else that has to use the restroom when you decide to drop a deuce. Lol. But any who back to what I was talking about. I found the restroom and man! Its a single ca mode restroom. With no air condition. Which makes everything ten times worse. Anyways I did my business and low and behold there is someone waiting when i come out. And I gave her the apologetic look. Ha ha..I was so embarrassed. I absolutely hate it. Well from that moment on I knew my stomach was going to be acting up the rest of the day, and I decided to plot against David. Lmao! And don't think poor David either. Because he is the worst one! Literally everyday he tries to dutch oven me! Do you know what that is? Do you? Its when someone farts under the covers and pulls the cover over your head, and doesn't let you out to breathe forcing you to inhale and smell. Its disgusting! He literally tries to do this to me on a regular basis. And David has some nastay smelling farts. Its gross. For the most part when I fart it doesn't stink. Lol its just air. Not him, most of his are deadly. I get soo mad too. Anyways after we get home from the movies its like 1 am. We saw the Avengers if your wondering what we watched. (awesome movie by the way) So we come home change into our pajamas and lay down in bed. Im not going to bed, he is. I just go to lay down with him for a bit before he goes to sleep. Well we're there in bed talking and like always he has me cracking up about something stupid he says. Well I'm laughing so hard I accidentally fart. And right away he goes "Awwwwww hell naw! No you just didn't!" I'm laughing so hard that I cant get it out of my mouth that it was an accident. He right away turns on his side to where that his butt is facing me and lifts the cover and farts so loud! I just continue to laugh. Then when he turns back on his stomach I jump on him and fart right on the back of his neck. Lmao! I know its gross. But its freaking hilarious! He didn't get mad or anything he was laughing all crazy like I was. But in between giggles I was getting threatened. Ha ha..he was threatening that he was going to fart on my face with his bare butt while I was asleep. And it would be so gross I was going to be able to taste it. Do you see how mean he is? Lmao. I instantly regretted farting on him. Because if you do anything to David, it doesn't matter if your playing or whatever. He will get you back ten times worse. He's no fun. Ha ha. But I ended up giving him a foot massage in trade that he doesn't fart on my face while I sleep tonight or tomorrow. Lol. I have a day and a half of safety. But after that the war is back on. And all of this because I accidentally let one rip. Has that ever happened to you? Its happened to me plenty of times. One in particular happened while i was playing the Wii with my sisters. We were playing "Just Dance 3" I believe. Well this dance made you pick up your arms tot he sky and kinda bend at the same time you were doing it. It's a repetitive move in the song. Well we were all doing it at the same time and when i bent down I farted very loud. And I instantly stopped danceing looked at my sisters and said "Ooops, sorry!" They just busted out laughing falling on the bed holding their stomachs making fun of me. Lol. I was embarrassed. Oh let me tell you one more thing before I go. Ok I was at my mom's one day visiting. This couldn't of been that long ago. And I was sitting on the couch beside my mom watching tv. Well my mom then gets up walks in front of me and puts her butt in my face. Her butt is literally like centimeters from touching my nose. And she farts the loudest fart right in my face. I got so mad. Cause that's just nasty. And It was totally unexpected. You know? Lol. Well that's all I wanted to share with you. Hopefully It made you laugh. If not I'm sorry. Ha ha..well I hope you have a good day and God bless.
This blog will be about my one and only. I can't think of any words worthy to describe the way and exactly what I feel for him. But I hope my words will do. David is my home. Wherever he is, is where I belong. Right beside him. His voice is my very favorite sound. His laugh brightens my soul. And his smile, oh my gosh his smile can just melt my heart. But his eyes hold and tell everything about him. His eyes are the most beautiful thing to me. Nothing compares. I adore his little moles on his face. David is perfect for me. He understands me and accepts me. He loves me with all of my annoying habits and stubborn ways. He provides for me and takes care of me. He's so sweet and nurturing. Like on the weekends in the morning he always wakes up before me. And he knows I like the blinds open so the sun come in. So he opens them and turns the tv on to nickelodeon. Cause he knows I like to sit in bed and watch cartoons right when I wake up. And even though it's his day off he'll watch tv on his laptop so I can hog the tv all day and play Xbox. He's so good to me. It's the little things he does that makes me fall deeper and deeper in love with him. Because the little things show that he pays attention and cares. He also listens to me talk about my books every time I'm done reading one. Even though he doesn't care to know. Lol. He'll listen and will seem interested for the ten minutes I'm talking to make me happy. Lol. He also does his hair the way I like it. My love is awesome. He is a great husband. And a true gentleman, most of the time. Lol. Don't get me wrong he knows how to get on my nerves and push my buttons. But I'm glad it's him getting on my nerves and no one else. He drives me crazy sometimes! But even with that he is still the sweetest guy I have ever known. He never puts his hands on me nor talks to me in a disrespectful manner. Not just because I don't put up with that stuff, he just isn't that type of man to do it in the first place. My well being and happiness is always first to him. He spoils me rotten. But I am grateful that god gave me such an awesome man. David means everything to me. Without him I would have no home. My heart belongs right beside him. Hand in hand until my day comes. I love you David! With every single part of my being. Forever and ever babe. And If your reading this, don't be getting all big headed foo! Lol. I just wanted to write something real quick, I was listening to a love song by train and just started thinking about David. Who is asleep right now. Lol. Well that's it. I hope you have an awesome day and God bless.
Today's blog will be about how me and my husband became a couple then quickly man and wife. lol. A lot of people don't know how or why. So I am here to tell you the story. From my perspective. First of all I have known him ever since I can remember. The reason being is that our mom's have been best friends since I think junior high. And my mom is married to his uncle, which is his moms brother. lol. So yes i knew him for a long time before we started dating. The thing is we never spoke. We were not friends. We only said hello and bye. Nothing more. In fact he dated my older sister Sara for about 2 months. I think when she was like 15 or 16. I'm not sure but around that age. Crazy huh? lol. It wasn't anything serious, or I wouldn't be with him. The real crazy thing is how it all started. It was the beginning of January 2009. David was home on leave. And at the time I believe my mom and Dino were staying with Davids grandma. Well I went over to chill and David was there hanging out and drinking with Dino. So I start to drink with them and play Dominos I think. I cant really remember what game we were playing. But we all ended up drunk. lol. Dino got tired and went to sleep and left me and David alone in the living room. At first i was like "fu#!" he left me with the dude that doesn't talk at all. I always thought he was mute or something. lol. But he was drunk so he was just talking away to me like we've been buddies since forever. But being drunk does that to you. Cause I was talking back. lol. I couldn't tell you what we were talking about exactly cause he was switching subjects every 2 minutes. I was just so surprised that he could talk so much. lol. But any who we kept drinking. The whole time i wasn't even thinking about him in that way. I was just chilling like I've always done. But he wasnt thinking the same. lol. Because the next thing i knew he sat like right beside me on the couch. And in that instant i got that feeling. I can't explain just that feeling like something is about to go down. While he was talking to me he just kept leaning and scooting over. The whole time i was thinking "If this nigga kisses me I'm going to punch him right in his nose" I had my hand in a fist ready just waiting. And then he just leaned in and kissed me. To my surprise I did not hit him. Even though i should of. lol. I didn't. I kissed him back. I can't explain it, that kiss was more than just a kiss. Something way more. And i knew it the moment it happened. All we did was kiss that whole night. Besides kissing me without my permission, he was the perfect gentlemen. His hands did not wander nor did he ask for anything more. And that same night he told me he loved me. I cant lie when he told me I laughed. I knew he said it either cause he was drunk or he thought he had game. All i told him was "No you don't". And left that at that. I wasn't that dumb or naive. Everything was good until i threw up (not on him). He helped me to the restroom until my mom came out and left.(she had no idea what happened between us at that moment) Ha ha..a few hours later I woke up with THE biggest hang over of my life! And let me tell you that morning was AWKWARD! Everyone just showed up at the house ready to go get breakfast and was talking very loud. I was light headed, head spinning. Just crazy. And on top of all that David was still there. He sat by me on the couch while everyone was there. But i kind of freaked out. I didn't talk nor look at him. Not because I was ashamed of him or something I was just shocked. He helped me to the car carried my stuff for me and then left. Which I was very grateful for. I was trying to figure out what everything meant. While being hungover. I then came to the conclusion that it was fun. But it wouldn't happen again. But it did. A few days later actually. And neither of us were drunk. Might I add we still did not have sex. It was pretty much the same as before. Except this time we fell asleep on the couch together. And my mom and dino woke up and saw us. lol. They didn't freak out or anything they didn't even bother us. A short while after that David woke up to take his mom back her car. Then my mom started asking a million different questions. As any mom would. She seemed very excited about the whole thing. And asked me what was I going to do. And I told her "nothing". Which is what I did. At the time he was leaving going back to New York. And it wasn't like we talked about it together. And I started talking to some other guy i went to church with. At the time it made more sense to just forget about David, and focus on the other guy cause he actually lived in Rosenberg. So for the rest of the time David was there on leave I didn't go over anymore. Nor did I think about him. Even though my mom kept calling me asking me and telling me that He was there and if I was coming over. lol. Every time I told her no. So he left back to New York and I started to date the guy from church. And I ended up falling in love with him. (Big Mistake) well three months into dating..well I'll just call him "A" in this story. So three months into dating "A" we went on a church trip to Congresso. We were there for a day and we got into an argument. So i was ignoring him and decided to stay in my hotel room for the evening. Well as I'm watching tv I get a text on my phone from David. I kind of panicked when I saw his name. The phone was my step dad's before it was mine. David text was asking for Dino. So I told him it was now my phone. And i gave him Dino's new number. After a few minutes I got another text from him telling me that he still liked me and wanted to know if it was ok if he called me. I then told him I was in a relationship and that I was sorry but we could be friends. He told me that was fine. And that was that. I didn't tell "A" that he had texted me even though I should have. But I was pissed off at him at the time and decided not to. On any other day i would have. I'm not the cheating type. I didn't hear from David again after that. Then in May David came again on leave. And you guessed it he came and stayed at my moms. Where I then stayed. "A" was pissed off he was even there. But i had to explain to him that he was my step dad's nephew and there is nothing he could do about it. But When David got there i wasn't there. I was with "A" at some party for church. When I came home though he was there. "A" came in the house with me. I told David and Dino hi. I wasn't going to introduce David and "A" to each other. I turned around and headed for my room thinking "A" would follow me instead he introduced himself to David. Although it looked like David didn't even want to tell him hi. lol. Anyways my boyfriend at the time left pissed off cause he was staying the night. He clearly showed how little he trusted me. Anyways I stayed locked up in my room the whole night. And when I woke up in the morning he was gone. I didn't hear or see from him again until I broke up with "A" the first day of June. I caught him cheating on me. I literally caught him. Yes I was heart broken. But any who a week to the day of breaking up with him. David calls me. A little birdie had called him and told him I was single. And he called right away. lol. I talked to him on the phone for a few minutes. Then the next day i asked my sister Sara if it was ok if I started to talk to David. Thankfully she said yes. Cause if she would have said no, I would not be married right now. I know it was kinda late on asking her. Given what I had already done. But she understood we were both drunk. If he had ever meant anything to her I would have punched him in the face that first night. But any who basically the whole month of June and July we talked everyday on the phone, we texted, and we wrote emails. That whole time that we spent talking we became best friends. It wasn't like "oh i think your hot and i like you" kind of stuff. It was basically talking about each others days and getting to know each other and learn everything about each other that we didn't know over the past 17 years. During that whole time I told him I liked him once and it was on July 4th. And he told me he liked me too. lol. And that was it. A moth later on August 5th. We became official. And two weeks later he came home on leave. And he stayed with me. I was surprised my mom allowed him to. But then again he didn't ask either. He just put all of shit in my room. He didn't even ask me. lol. Pain in the ass. I didn't object to it either. lol. And in case your wondering No we did not have sex. I told you before I'm not that type of girl. And again he was the perfect gentleman. We were inseparable for those two weeks. And with the first week of him being there with me, he told me I love you. This time i believed him. But I didn't say it back. Not until it was 2 days before he left. When i realized he had to leave and wasn't going to be with him again is when i realized i loved him. and i was crying when I told him too. I think that was one of the most girly moments I have ever had. lol. He was different than any guy I had ever been with or known. He was so sweet and kind. He wasnt a thug. or disrespectful. And he did whatever i asked of him. Just truly One of a kind. He came down again in September on my birthday weekend. to be with me. He surprised me with Star gazer Lillie's in my room. He's so sweet. But then he left for Iraq in October. Before he left he told me he would understand if i broke up with him and waited until he got back to pick things up again. So i wouldn't have to worry and wait on someone who might not come back. For those of you that dont know, my Husband is in the Army and he is Infantry (The soldiers that actually fight). But I already knew before we got together that he was leaving. He made that very clear early on. And before we got together I told him that I would wait for him. And I told him again. Its a very hard thing knowing someone you love is going to war. And on top of that willingly volunteering to go. I am and was so proud of him. One of the last things I said to him before he left was "I dont care if you come back missing an arm, leg, or whatever. Just as long as you come back." You know when you truly love someone being faithful is never hard. I don't care what anyone says. Adultery never has an excuse. He came home on leave the last week in December of 2009. And we were married January 8th 2010 at 9:05 am. The best day of my life. I t was bitter sweet because he had to go back to Iraq. But thank God he came home unharmed In August. I right away moved to New York with him. And now We live in El Paso. And have been married 2 and a half years. And will be together 3 years this August. I love him so much! My love is deploying again this December to Afghanistan. I am Scared and Nervous. But none the less I am proud of him and will always be proud of him. I love you David. Well I hope you enjoyed the story of "Sam && David" lol. Have a good day and god bless.
(Yes another Taylor swift song, but this remind me of my sisters)
Well its 3:10 am, and i cant sleep. As I was lying in bed my mind started to think about a million different things at once. like always. Then my thoughts came to my sisters. I started to think of all the memories I've had with them. I started to miss them more than anything. I try not to think about it a whole lot. Because then i would be depressed twenty four seven. They are the ones i miss the most. They are the most precious things to me. The love i have for them is indescribable. I was raised to always love and adore my sisters. To treat them with respect and care. I am so close to my sisters, I just love them so much. They are my best friends. I remember when were little we always stayed together. Always. Me and Shannon would follow Sara where ever she went. I know she found it annoying most of the time. We just always wanted to be with her. The safest place to be beside being with my mom or dad was with sara. She defended us and took care of me and Shannon. I remember when sara would go stay the night across the street at crystals. I would wake up early the next morning and look out the window and wait for her to come home. lol. So we could play. I would ask my mom if i could go over there too. But she would tell me no and to leave sara alone. i would get so mad. so i would just wait. And shannon, i miss watching her climb to the very top of the tree. Everyday she would climb that tree. She looked so cool. I always admired her long hair. She would let it grow so long and her nails too. I use to always make her cry. I was mean, but i loved her. lol. I remember the first time my dad spanked us. It was because of sara. it was time for us to go to sleep for school. Then we all slept in the same bed together. We were to chicken to sleep by ourselves. Sara was a little comedian all the time. She could make a million different faces and a million different voices. So she kept making me and shannon laugh so hard and loud. My dad was getting mad banging on the wall yeling at us to go to sleep. But sara just kept on making us laugh. My dad started to pound louder on the wall this time he threatened to spank us. But we didnt take him seriously cause he had never hit us before. mom was the one who did the spanking. So sara kept making us laugh, all of a sudden my dad came through the door with a thick ass rolled up magazine. we all started crying saying "no dad, please no" he yelled at us to turn on our stomachs and he hit us each once on the butt hard. we were silent the rest of the night. lmao. that was the last and first time my dad hit us. cause we listened to him after that. lol. I remember shannon was in a dancing phase for a while. thats all she would do was dance. she loved to dance to usher. she made routines all the time. i liked to watch her. it was funny and cute. I miss watching sara get ready in the morning for school. every morning she would take a shower. then blow dry and style her hair. then she would change, then put her makeup on, then put on her matching accessories. then spray a shit ton of perfume. lol. everything she wore was so fancy and elegant. she didnt dress like she was 17 or 18. she dressed with such class and respect for herself. i admired that about her. still do. i havent seen my sister get ready in such a long time. Shannon is the same way now. same routine too. and even dresses the same way. but she gets ready much quicker than sara ever did. lol. not me when i went to school i went looking throwed all the time. lmao. it only took me about 15 min to get ready each morning. thats how i was able to watch sara get ready cause thats who i was waiting on to go to school with. we would all fight at the sink telling each other to scoot over. and its my turn to use the sink. When we would ride the bus to school sara would let me sit by the window every morning to let me sleep on the way to school. my head would be all up against the window with my mouth wide open. and she would wake me at the light before we turned into the school parking lot so i could rub my face and wipe any drool that might have come out my mouth. lmao. oh when we were even younger and it would rain really bad we would go outside to the flooded ditches and look for crawfish. and tadpoles. mom came home from work one day and found all three of us in the ditch playing in the dirty ass water. she got so mad at us. it was funny. and where ever we went in the neighborhood itchy would follow us. our personal body guard/babysitter. he had the personality of a pitbull trapped inside a Chihuahuas body. That dog wasnt afraid of anything or anyone. i miss him too. i miss my sisters terribly. every time i go home i look forward to seeing them the most with my two little sisters Ava and Athens. Man i Love those girls so much!! i remember the first time i held both of them. Lol everything is about them two now. They are the spoiled ones in the family. getting everything. But thats good. Thats the way it should be. they have three big sisters who are gonna take care of them for a long time. And love them unconditionally forever. I love all my sisters and miss each one dearly. Athens is in Kindergarten, and hates waking up in the morning for school and has a sweet tooth like no one else ive ever known. And ava is three years old and is the boss of the house. lol. She looks and acts just like her dad. and has huge feet. we call her Monster. shes so funny though. she has a great personality. And shannon is a senior in high school and is graduating at the end of this month. i cant wait to see her walk across the stage. me and sara are both out of school and happily married. time fly's by so fast. i wish i could go back for a moment to just really appreciate the moments with them as kids. Well thats what i was thinking about and i had to put in a blog. lol. I LOVE YOU SARA, SHANNON, ATHENS, AND AVA. Y'ALL ARE THE BEATS OF MY HEART.
Today May 17h is my moms birthday. And that is definitely blog worthy :) I'm sorry I'm not there to celebrate with you. If I could I would be there in a heart beat. Thank You for being the best mom in the world and for always being there for me and my sisters. You have always been there for us emotionally and funding wise. Always putting us first and doing whats best for us. You've given us a Standard as being a mom and a loving person. I love you and miss you soo much! I hope today brings everything you've hoped for and more. And may god bless you with many many more! Happy Birthday Mom!
If you haven't heard this song, your crazy. I'm a huge Taylor Swift fan! But I love this song. Not just because Taylor sings it. It's simply an awesome song. Her singing it, is just icing on the cake. I have no idea why but this particular song draws me in. the lyrics and the music go hand in hand. Not every song can do that. It is a "Hunger Games" soundtrack (awesome book series btw). None the less this song makes me think of comfort and well being. A mother singing her frightened child to sleep at night. The lullaby to a passing loved one. This song makes me feel security and contentment. I just think this song is awesome! And i found it blog worthy. So I hope you enjoy you this song as much as I do.
