First off, Happy Veteran's Day!! Hug a military person. They deserve it!
Honey, I love you and I'm very proud of you! I'm so thankful for you and others who stand up to protect our country.

Second--
I wouldn't say that Mr. Air Force and I do romantic things very often. Sure, we are very affectionate towards each other, but romance just doesn't come up that often.

But last night, we had such a sweet, romantic evening. We were laying in bed, talking about our day, when I asked him if he remembered much from our first date.

I don't know if you've read the "how we met" story or not, but our first date was no run-of-the-mill first date! Our first date was a two day event full of almost every "first" a couple can have. It was the first time to ever see each other in person, to talk to each other in person, to walk together, to hug, to hold hands, to kiss, to eat a meal together, to see each other smile, etc.

I unexpectedly met Mr. AF online Christmas 2007, and we met in person for the first time March 2008. I'm from Oklahoma and he is from Mississippi, so we met about half-way at Hotsprings, Arkansas.

As we laid in bed last night, I listened as Mr. AF recalled everything he could remember from that weekend. He recalled how nervous he was before I arrived at the gardens, and we laughed about how we both power walked the first 15 minutes of the walking-trail, with our hands in our pockets, trying to steal glances at one another. We finally stopped and he pulled me in for a good, long hug to melt away the nerves.

He talked about our lunch with my mother and sister, my mother drilling him with questions and my sister giving him death-glares (she was convinced he would turn out to be a rapist or serial-killer). He reminisced about our first kiss at the top of a tower that overlooked all of Hotsprings, and how the kiss didn't last near as long as he wanted it to!
Then there was a very romantic dinner at a very romantic, Italian restaurant (complete with live piano music and the local high school's prom night). He told me that I looked absolutely stunning, gorgeous and beautiful in my red dress (and he looked devestatingly handsome in his black suit).

We spent the evening driving around and enjoying the night life. He said I drove him absolutely nuts that night. Apparently, I still didn't kiss him as long as he wanted me to!

The next day, we went to a horse race (we are both extreme horse lovers), and he picked the winner! Unfortunately, he didn't place a bet on the filly, so we walked away empty handed. Well, not completely empty handed :) (yes, I'm being a cheese-ball again).
We went to the local park and took a few pictures, before it was time to say goodbye.



Then we talked about how much we enjoyed the weekend and couldn't wait to see each other again. It was so sad to say goodbye, but it was the beginning of a whole new life for the both of us!

Hearing my husband recall our "first date" in full detail was the sweetest thing ever. My life has changed so much since meeting him, and I'm so glad it did! He occassionally asks me if I'm still glad I said "yes," and I usually respond "Well, duh."



had one last make-out session

having a hot makeout session in the driver's seat of his car

It's simple really. Just say simple things like, "Hmm.. Where's my ring at?" and "I don't even remember taking it off!" and more importantly, "Honey, I can't find it!"

Mr. Air Force immediately started searching for the ring. I could see the worry etched all over his face.
I tried to play it cool by naming off the places it's usually found when I absentmindedly take it off, but it wasn't in any of those places. Then I remembered that sometimes I take it off while I'm sitting on the couch.

I got lucky. It was between the cushions. Problem solved! Whew.

It's been one year and 27 days since Mr. AF gave me that ring. I love it more now than I did then, it is the most perfect ring I've ever seen. But, unfortunately for the ring, I love the man who gave it to me even more.

Okay, okay, I'll post pictures, you don't have to beat them out of me ;)

Hello all!

I'm copying this directly from Mrs. G.I. Joe at ACU's, Stiletto Shoes, and Pretty Pink Tutus to help spread the word!

I just received this email from the Soldiers' Angels organization on how we can all help the families involved:

SOLDIERS' ANGELS STANDING BY FOR FT. HOOD--
We are collecting cards and NEW stuffed animals for the families and children of the fallen/wounded heroes.
Please send cards and stuffed animals/blankets/anything NEW that may brighten the life of a child to: Soldiers' Angels Warehouse

4408 PanAm Expressway
San Antonio, TX 78218
As you get excited about the holidays please remember the families of the fallen. This holiday season will surely be difficult one for them.

I hope everyone is having a great weekend :)

I'm still rattled about yesterday. It makes me appreciate the lives of those around me that much more. It makes me appreciate and love my husband more.

What made him do it? Was it simply because he was angry about his upcoming deployment?
I guess he just snapped. I don't know this man, or his background, or his personality. But it makes me so angry that he took it upon himself to take out his fellow soldiers. I hope he lives, so he can explain it all.

In the words of Forrest Gump, "That's all I have to say about that."

I think I picked up a stomach bug from substituting on Wednesday. Since they are the only other people I come into contact with, I have to assume that they are the culprits.
It started yesterday when I woke up. I was surprised that I wasn't hungry. I actually felt like I'd just eaten a large meal, but I knew that wasn't the case, so I ate breakfast.

A few hours later, when I would have normally been starving for lunch, I still wasn't hungry. But out of habit, I decided to eat something again (strawberry toasters streudel, to be exact). At 7:30pm (hours and hours since I'd had anything to eat), I still wasn't hungry so I decided I would just snack on chips and queso.
I started feeling incredibly thirsty, so I started chugging the water.

An hour later, I felt AW-FUL. One minute I felt like I was going to throw up, and the next minute I felt like I was going to-- well, you can imagine, I'm sure.
Food sounded disgusting and made it worse. Mr. AF reheated some leftover pizza, and I thought I was going to lose it right there on the couch! I saw a hamburger commercial, and felt like running to the bathroom.

During the night I got up multiple times, convinced I was about to lose my cookies. Even when I could get to sleep, I would still dream about the fact that I felt horrible.

Unfortunately, I have yet to throw up or anything else, so this bug is still wrecking havoc on me. I wish it would just do it's thing and get it over with already! *sigh*

Sorry for all of that TMI. I obviously had nothing else to blog about today.

The end.

My heart is breaking for all the friends, mothers, wives, children and family of the Fort Hood shooting.

It terrifies me. Fort Hood is not that far away from Goodfellow. It could have been my husband.

Please pray for all of those affected and wounded by the shootings.

I could easily eat a whole tub of frozen coolwhip like it's ice cream.

While driving long distances, I pass the time by counting all the horses I see. It's something I've done since I was at least six years old.

This year, I want pie for my birthday, instead of cake. Preferably Apple.

I really want to foster dogs when we move. I would be happy fostering as many dogs as our backyard could fit (large breeds), and being that "crazy dog walking lady" at the park.
And I've decided that I not only want to own a Great Dane, but now I also want a German Shepherd (thanks to my hubby and Youtube).

I miss our kittens :(

I'm seriously considering the career of a flight attendant after I graduate school and before we have kids.

I have a way better self-image than I used to have, but it's still not even close to being a "great" one.

I'm SO ready to get the heck outta Dodge (aka, San Angelo).

Riverdance-type music makes me feel really happy on the inside, and makes me wonder if I wasn't a River-dancer in a past life. And then I remember that I don't believe in that kinda thing!

Regardless of how cold it is outside, I always order a strawberries'n'cream frappucino from Starbucks.

I looooove the unhealthy fried fish and hushpuppies from Long John Silvers!

I'm kind of depressed that we aren't going to decorate for Christmas for our first Christmas as a married couple, since we're moving from our apartment in the middle of December.

I FINALLY...... finally finished writing all of those stanking thank-you notes!! Now I just gotta work on finding all the unknown addresses for about 20-30 of them.

I expected it, but now it is getting a little old.

You know, people asking the newlywed couple when they're going to start popping out babies?
Dude, we just got married a little over five months ago, and I'm only 21 years old! We want to enjoy being newlyweds for as long as the term "newlywed" can be applied, and I feel like I need to be a little older (at least 25) before I let go of my body and take on motherhood!

That being said...

I feel like I'm constantly worrying about getting pregnant. I mean, I love babies, and I will love having a few of my own, and I love watching "A Baby Story," and "I didn't know I was Pregnant," and I know if we did get pregnant right now, I would be okay with it.
When I use the term "worrying," I don't mean to imply that getting pregnant now would be the end of the world. I mean that every time I feel random cramps, or my lower back hurts really bad, or I'm extremely fatigued I freak and immediately google "Pregnancy symptoms," just to check.

In the five months that we've been married, I've taken four pregnancy tests, even though I've never had a late period, haha. If I allow myself to get paranoid, I can't wait long enough to see if my "monthly gift" will be late or not, I want to know right now.

To add to my monthly paranoya, we stopped using condoms and switched to the pill. So now that I know that certain things aren't being physically stopped by the condoms, it freaks me out!

Anyways. That's all. I just needed to get that out of my system! Thanks for listening!