Best Husband Ever

You should all know that I have the most amazing husband in the world. I tend to be a handful from time to time and he totally takes it in stride. I have never felt so loved by anyone in my entire life. I can't believe he and I have already been married a year and a half. Time has flown, that is so wonderful since we've been separated for a good majority of our marriage.

Don't getme wrong, we have our ups and downs like any other coupe in the while, but we've taken advice from some very wise people that said "nevr go to bed mat at ecahothr. well I havef to shower and go take care of my Mema. I love you all. Every last one of you is a gift from God and have blessed me in more ways than I could even imagine. :)

Shannon

I Feel Bloggy :)

So, I just got off the phone with one of my girl friends from NY, it occurred to me that I talked her face OFF. I mean really, off. O-F-F. lol Her name is Amanda and she and her husband, Adam, are the couple that gave Blaze and I the cell phone for Afghanistan. They live further upstate than Ft. Drum or Watertown, closer to Canton, NY, in the country. I always loved their house. They have 25 acres with a little stream running through it. It's gorgeous. The only issue I have is that they have chickens. I have a deep hatred of chickens. Some of you may find this humorous, God knows my whole family does, but my brother and I....we were attacked my chickens as children. lol That sounds made up, but it's not. They weren't really chickens, they were roosters....ill-tempered roosters. In a word....evil. But you can't just say "evil" you have to say it all sinister like "EV-ILLLL!!" lol. Jeez I'm weird today. Anyway, the roosters names were Pete and Re-Pete. Yup, that's what Pop (my mom's dad) called them. They were the meanest roosters I've ever seen in my life! They would just run up behind you and start pecking at your heels! We couldn't sit on the hammock, climb in the fort, or swing from the tree unless Pete and Re-Pete were in their coop. After years of chicken bites, my brother finally hit his wall and went off the deep end. Picture an 8 yr old standing off with two posessed roosters. My dad called back to my Pop "Bill, he's gonna kill your roosters!" and my Pop said "Good! They're too damn mean for the racoons!" hahahah Long story short, after an hour or so of chasing chickens with a broomstick, my brother finally got a hold of them and clubbed them both. Akward at the time....pretty flipping funny now.

LOL

Yeah, I really miss my Pop these days, he was the funniest man I have ever known. He was definately a good ol' country boy from Moffat, TX. It's about an hour outside of Killeen. That's why I'm so excited to go to Ft. Hood, I have family down there. Family with webbed toes, but family none the less. Hey, no one's perfect, right? Let me just add this part in, my mother was adopted I DO NOT have webbed toes lol. They're just short and stubby Barney Rubble feet with bad calluses. I can walk over damn near anything. Anyway, it's good news for Beau that webbed toes aren't in our genes.

..........that being said............

I feel bad for Blaze and whoever Beau marries. The women in my family have a tendency to turn men gray (or white, whatever u prefer). My step dad insists it's because my mom and I suck the life out of men. lol No joke, my real dad had dark brown hair, he married my mom at 20 and by the time they divorced....totally gray, even the moustache! Then my mom married Randy, he too had dark brown hair, well, he's gray now. My brother, Ryan, has brown hair all over except he has a white 1 inch polka dot on the right side of his head lol. And Blaze...he may've lucked out. Since he's got blond hair, it just looks really blond, but I SWEAR there's white hair in there!

Okay, I'm gonna go now because it's almost one in the morning. Love you all!

Shannon