I Don't Remember My First Kiss...

Well, technically I don't remember my first kiss with my husband. I remember my first kiss quite well. It was in the back of a mini van with a twin of the guy I liked. Don't get me wrong, this twin was cute, too... I just didn't really like him much. But he liked me and I guess that was all that mattered at the time. I don't remember how old I was or even his name. But I unfortunately don't remember the first kiss that my husband and I shared. We were watching something on tv last night and it showed some kid's first kiss. So I thought back to my first date with the hubbs... And I could not for the life of me remember our first kiss. I felt like a horrible wife! Here I am, deeper in love every single day, and I can't remember our first kiss! As the girls at the office can attest, I listen to a lot of Beyonce. And would you like to know why? Because a lot of her songs remind me of my marriage, that's why. The way she talks about Jay Z reminds me of my husband. Every day when I am on my way home from work, I sing these love songs and think about how insanely happy I am once I get home. I am so in love that even when I am slightly agitated at my husband, it doesn't matter. The minute I hop into my car and start the drive home from where ever I am, the deliriously happy me comes back out to sing about the most wonderful man who is awaiting my return. He gave up a lot for me and I can only hope to repay him in time. The small things he does that upset me are so trivial and life is soooo short, so none of them matter anymore. Yeah, I might be perturbed at the time, but once those songs come on, I am reminded about just how much he cares for me. Plus, he's gorgeous! He has such a cute face that even when I am having a bad day, all he has to do is smile and it melts all that bad crap away. And he's hysterical! Who doesn't want to come home to a significant other who makes you laugh?! And when I am able to make him laugh, it's golden. That is one of the best feelings in the world; to know that my witty sarcasm has made him laugh.


And I know he loves me just as much by the things he does. Dinner is made every night, and when I told him I was trying to get into better shape, he made sure to make the meals a little more healthy for me. He is supportive of anything and everything I do. If I ever ask him to do anything, he does it. He does a lot that I do not ask him to do, which is also very important. He dropped everything and moved to my side of town when we decided to live together, even though that made the drive into work a billion times worse for him. When I was only working part time, he paid for evertything and never asked me for anything. When I didn't have a car, he drove me wherever I needed to go. When I couldn't afford a car, he gave me my first car, which I still own today. I can sometimes be a pain in the ass, but he is patient with me. Even the few times we've fought, we never said anything hurtful because you can't take that back. Once it's said, even once the fight is over, that will always be there. He is so wonderful to me and I try to be as wonderful to him. It really is better now than when we first met. We are two peas in a pod, alike in a lot of ways. I believe I have met my soul mate and every single day I fall more in love with him. And I know he loves me just as much.


So when I asked him if he remembers our first kiss, he says "Do you?"
"Honestly, no" I answered with a sheepish look on my face.
"Me neither." <3

Bullying

So it has been a while since i posted anything... 2 years and 5 months, do be more precise. oddly enough, the issue most on my mind here lately is bullying. while i was trying to watch my friday night tv lineup, bullying was mentioned twice, and both shows had a public service announcement at the end about how bad bullying is. i understand, as i was bullied as a kid. but honestly, who wasn't? i know my brothers were bullied for various reasons: long hair, different clothes, different tastes in music. even my husband was bullied as a kid for his long hair. well, until he knocked someone up... then the bullying stopped. and while i empathsize with kids who are bullied, i also don't think it's that big of a deal. one of the friday shows we watch is Last Man Standing, and this week's episode was where one of his daughters gets suspended for calling someone gay. she said the kid called her a dyke, but she didn't want to get him in trouble because "this wasn't that big of a deal." Exactally! i don't see that as such a bad thing. certainly not something that merits a suspension. kids are gonna be kids no matter what. i remember the days where you would walk through the halls and see a random fight break out. i don't ever remember anyone being suspended for fighting, but now if you call someone a word you get a more severe punishment. really...? are kids that sensitive now a days? i know i have heard of a few kids who killed themselves because of bullying, which is sad. however, and this might sound harsh, i also feel as though that child might have had some issues to take things that seriously. where are these kid's parents? and furthermore, some of the more recent bullying suicides occur because of "cyber bullying." so let me see... you get tormented while online, is that about it? how about you stay offline? how can someone bully you online if you are not online? yeah, bullying sucks... i know. but i also didn't take it that seriously. i know everyone is different and everyone takes things different, but when i was being bullied was right after my dad died. i was young and impressionable and being bullied... if anyone should have thought suicidal thoughts, it should have been me! you feel as though your life is over and then you go to school only to be tormented by other kids your age who don't know better. i think kids should be allowed to bully to an extent. kids have hormones and agressions... they're kids, for god sakes. if you don't let them get that out, they'll wind up being majorly screwed up along down the road cause they don't know how to properly deal with their feelings. it's sad, really, that we are at the point where kids can't call someone a name... what ever happened to "sticks and stones may break my bones, but names can never hurt me"? but then again, the younger generations are being so coddled as it is, i guess this isn't much of a surprise. i know bullying sucks, but what ever happened to the days where you get bullied and then you stick up for yourself and the bullying stops? or what about when the bully gets tired of bullying you and moves on to someone else? i know every situation is different. the last time i remember being bullied, i was wearing these awesome red pants. they were almost like a marbled looking bluejean, but in red. i liked them, so i wore them to school one day. we were all out in the hall at our lockers before class when my bully yelled out someone about 'liking' my pants. everyone heard... but instead of running to the bathroom to cry or hurt myself, i just said "thank you" just as loud. i don't remember him saying anything to me ever again. i guess i was just made differently... people make such a big deal out of such small unimportant things and it fills their life with drama. kids are no different... i get that. but seriously, chill out. it is really not the end of the world if someone bullies you. you will survive. life goes on. i know this all might seem harsh, but i just don't think like most people, i guess. i don't flip out over small stuff. you gotta relax and just live day to day and try to enjoy it. yeah, some days suck... some days suck a lot. but the days that don't suck are the ones to live for.

Parents Just Don't Understand...Or Care

So, we have a few different groups of kids in our neighborhood... wanderers. there are the bikers, a gang of 3 or 4 boys who ride their bikes fast and talk on cell phones and look like semi-trouble. then there is the girlfriend... she is in a group of her own. she talks to keith sometimes. then there are the saunterers. they are in 2 groups: the 2 chubby redheaded boys and the 2 or 3 chubby girls. yeah, america is getting fatter, and my neighborhood is a prime example.

anywho, today we had a little of both. every once in a while we would see the biker gang go by... not too much trouble. then we had the saunterers, and they aren't really trouble, just kinda dumb. they like to hang out in our yard. first it was just cutting across the field to get to the other street. that's fine with us. now it's more like "hey, let's hang out by this creek, even though it's someone's yard." are parents really that bad now-a-days? these kids sit out by our hummingbird feeder and lay in the yard, try to walk in the creek, and slap at mosquitoes. really?! did your parents not teach you to stay out of other people's yards? now they do stick to the outside edge, but still... come on. so after playing around in our field, they left, only to return with another girl a few minutes later. after hanging out for a little while more, they left, but not to their homes... they went to another neighbor's yard and hung out in his ditch. seriously?! did no one teach you about private property or liability issues?

Battle Studies

so, i love to mow. that is my absolute favorite smell in the world.... fresh cut grass. i even like it when it's been a day or so and it's been hot outside and the grass has a slightly different smell... sun warmed day old cut grass. lol. and mowing is a good exercise for me cause i usually don't have time to exercise on a normal day. and it looks good... i like seeing our field all freshly cut.

here's the problem. we have neighbors. bless their hearts, they're retired. i'm sure they are looking for things to do, which is why they will randomly cut branches on my trees or cut my grass. i've even talked to the dude next door about how much i love to mow, and he'll do it anyways. at first it was nice, and it still is... but after repeated attempts of trying to tell him politely to let me do it, i have given up, until about a month ago, that is.

so i come home from work like always and i park in the yard, like always. keith gets home after me but he leaves after me in the mornings, too. so i park beside the driveway until he gets home and then i move the truck and park behind him. anywho, i park and look in the yard and see that it's been mowed. now if dude next door will just wait until saturdays when i have a day off, i will mow. i don't mind. i like planning on doing it on saturdays. so this wasn't at all unusual seeing the yard mowed on a weekday. the odd part was when i noticed the motorcycle cover had a big hold in it. and i don't mean big like you could fit a softball in there... i mean big enough to slip it off the bike completely. the cover is about 2 years old, so it's a little shabby and had some small holes near the handlebars, which keith fixed with some tape. ghetto, but the holes were small, so it's not horrible looking. (this pic does no justice. after a lot of folding and taping, it looks semi-ok.)

so then keith gets home and sees it. he's furious. not only is there a huge human sized hole in his cover, but the bike has also been moved. it hasn't run for about a month, so there is some grass near it. not much cause it's the driveway, but you can clearly see an indention where the bike was. so he gets in the shower and rants about how we should mow our own sides and take care of our own shit. i've been saying this since they first mowed our side. i was furious at the time. then when they started cutting branches on our side, i was beyond furious. dude's excuse for mowing 'it looks better when it's done at the same time.' his excuse for cutting healthy tree branches on my side 'they got in the way when i mowed.' really... really?! my tree branches got in your way when you mowed my side. nice.

this whole time, i try to think that they are just bored and doing something nice for a neighbor. but when keith saw that they had touched his stuff, he was furious. so, he was ranting in the shower when i hear a knock at the door. i go see who it is, and lo and behold it is dude next door. he says he was riding his riding mower when he bumped into keith's bike. he said it fell on his mower and it didn't fall on the ground. keith doesn't care that it fell. he's dropped it before. it's a heavy machine. it happens... he's curious as to why dude was so close to his bike in the first place. so dude didn't even acknowledge that his bump had ripped the cover horribly. his thoughts on the matter were thus 'well, i saw that some of the tape might have come undone.' there was no tape anywhere near where the new gaping hole is! there is a small amount near the handlebars, before his 'bump.' i come back in and tell keith that at least dude said something about it.

so now keith tells me that i should go mow but to only mow our side. i did this about a week ago. i was home on a weekday and i mowed our back yard and the field. i didn't mow any of our shared front yard cause the grass really doesn't get too bad up there. so keith came home early that day and washed the camaro. as he was washing, i was taking pics of him. then dude next door came over and started asking keith some questions about his wife's car. it won't run. and a week ago she hit a mailbox when she was driving. so dude leaves to buy something keith suggested and keith starts saying how he felt bad for them and how he should mow the front yard for them. i was still in my mowing clothes, so i did it. so the only part i didn't end up mowing was their small backyard half. it's under some trees that have thoes road apples. i was kinda glad to not mow that area.

here's the kicker.... not 2 days later, dude mowes! now, i just mowed 2 days ago... you can't even tell where he is mowing! why he couldn't just get out his fancy schmancy riding mower and mow his backyard only is beyond me. why he felt the need to re-mow... fuck, i dunno. it will be a week since anyone mowed or remowed on saturday... if he doesn't do it today or tomorrow, i will be mowing our side and our side alone on saturday morning. i work 40 hours a week; he's retired. if he wants it to look better when both sides are mowed at the same time, then he can wait until i come home and mow and then he can do his side the same day. i'm fucking tired of playing the game and watching to see what he will do. i've tried talking to him multiple times, just short of saying "we'll do our side and you do yours." i've told him how much i like to mow and how i don't mind pushing our mower around. he didn't need to cut my poor trees to fit his stupid riding mower. i can do it fine without hurting any of my trees.

but now i have the benefit of keith getting mad for my cause. now he wants to flat out tell dude next door that we'll do our own side and they can do their own side. he's better at confrontation than i am. we both have the temper for it, but i'm not very confrontational.

we'll see what today brings... heat index of 105.... sure dude, go mow.

Vin Diesel

so, i got this idea from lauren... to create a blog about where i live. her story was crazy! my stories are just funny, and not because of me or what i will write; they are funny because things are different here in the Murf.

today, nicole came over after work to talk cause she had a crappy day. as we were talking, we hear fireworks going off. it is july 14th. there should be no fireworks going off for any reason. so we look outside and vin diesel is walking out of the garage. it seems as though he wanted to make an entrance... with fireworks... at 5:30 in the afternoon. and this is why i am making my blog... funny shit like this. you can't make this up.

i should explain vin diesel... it's our neighbor across the street. there lives a nice-ish older-ish couple. they have a grandson who is about 18. he's not over too often, but when he is over, all he wears are muscle shirts and big droopy shorts. he has a shaved head... keith once called him vin diesel and it stuck.

we also have a Goku. it's a middle aged woman who walks. sometimes she has children walking with her. the reason we call her Goku is because she wears weights... ankle ones and wrist ones. a few times in dragon ball z during a really tough fight, goku (and usually some random bad guy) will take off his weights. his arm ones, his leg ones, his weighted shirt... everything he wears is weighted. now, it's cool if she wants to get in a workout while she walks, but shs isn't even power walking... she's lazily strolling. it just seems kinda pointless to wear all that and not even get your heart rate up. but like i said, things are different here in the Murf.