Friday, January 29, 2010

Ok, so...

I am officially done with "college" for now anyways. My mom and I went to Paul Mitchell Hair Academy on Wednesday, and I think I fell in love. My mom said, "I've never seen you look so happy or comfortable, or atleast in a while." So there you have it. I start March 1. After 6 weeks of extensive training classes, this lady will be on the floor, cutting and coloring hair @ the Paul Mitchell school/salon. Of course I'll have 12 months to go after that. But, still I am beyond exited!! So, to you that read my random blogs, about May, you can call me your hair stylist!! =) I've already planned make overs for a few people in my life. On the house! lol.

Ryan is still trying to decided between marines and fire academy. He finally told his family, and the reacted fairly well, or atleast most of them. So, now I don't have to hide the horror I'm feeling about my husbands wanting to leave me and possibly go to war! I'm in full support of whatever he wishes to do though!

That's all. We are working on finding our places in society. I think I've found mine, and it was the best high ever. I hope my husband feels the same relieve I did when he figures out what he wants to do. Until then, he has all my support and love.

Peace && Love.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

What I Love About You

I love my husband. Almost a year that we've been married (320 days exactly), and I love him more each day. I know this because from the time I wake up everyday, and he's gone, I count down until he comes home. Usually impatiently! When people look at my boo, or those who don't know him well usually can't get past his harsh front. Yep, it's all a front. He's a pretty big teddy bear, when he wants to be! But honestly, if you don't know him well you probably have this impression of him: he is a redneck, racist, deisel mechanic, that enjoys rock and roll because it's in his blood, and country because they sing "songs about him", that he's tough and macho. Well, you could be somewhat right! but there's so much more that he keeps the world from knowing. I bet a man, whom he's been friends with since he was born doesn't know much more than what I previously stated. I think he picks and chooses who he shows all of himself too. It's probably easier for him that way, so then he can remain the tough guy, you won't mess with! But, anyways here are some reasons why I can't get enough of my badass husband:
1). Every time he comes home and I'm not in the kitchen, he asks our dogs "Where's mama?" And then when he locates me in the house, its always an instant smile and "Hey little lady, whatcha doin?"
2). When we are going to sleep, I always get a good night kiss and he says "Good night love"
3). When I do something dramatic like idk, shave my head! He looks at me as if I'm the prettiest woman he's ever seen!
4). He got a tattoo of a pinup girl and insisted on changing her features so she looked more like me! He even took off her heels and put chucks on her!
5). He can easily lay around and read a book for hours on end. I find him absolutely irrisistable when his nose is buried in a book!
6). He considers our 2 dogs, Case and Carter, his babies, or more his sons!
7). Every little girl steals and melts his heart.
8). He'd make the best dad ever, and that is one of his goals in life.
9). He wants nothing more than to "take care of me" even though I'm probably the biggest pain in his butt that he knows!
10). He brags to everyone about my awesome ballet moves.
11). He acts tough, but only Dara Jo and I know how he is such a baby when getting tattooed.
12). He wants to serve our country, because he says he's not afraid to die for what our country has, and he knows it would better our life, and everyone else's that he knows.
13). He has an amazing voice and he's always singing and humming!
14). He stands in the shower for long periods of time, which I take full advantage of and talk his ear off. I sometimes think he does it just to listen to me.
15). He loves classical music.
16). He loves art.
17). He loves my art.
18). He secretly reads everything I write!
19). He's the most stubborn person ever.
20). He takes good care of his family.
21). He cried while I was walking down the aisle at at our wedding.
22). He is one hell of a friend.
23). He tells everyone he doesn't hunt because it's too cold, when honestly it's because he says he couldn't kill any animal besides a spider.
24). He loves Hank 3 but doesn't agree with what he sings about, he says he just has an awesome style.
25). He puts up with me everyday, and says he wouldn't have it any other way.


Basically, he's a cultured country man. He's very into the arts, even though he doesn't talk about them much. I like to say he can hang where ever. I love him as big as the sky. I could go on about him for ever. I hope this little tid bit of info makes you see how complex my husband is. He likes to say he's a simple man, but thats just one of his many fronts. He's a good man. I'm lucky beyond what I deserve.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

I have faith.

So, a friend and I were talking about God today. Well, more so people that preach to everyone about God, and how we should live, think, act, talk, dress...etc. They preach it and 2 seconds later turn around and do the exact opposite of what the hell they were just screaming! Why? Why must certain people scream from the roof tops about their beliefs and/or religion, and make us try and feel bad, and then do exactly what they told us NOT to? It doesn't make any sense to me.
Anywho, most people have no clue what I believe in. Am I Christian? I'm not sure. I can't label it, or myself. All that I need people to know is that I strongly believe in God. I do not believe is here to take care of me. I think he put me here to make my own way. He gave me all the things I need to make my life, productive and prosperous. He is there when I need him, but never holding my hand, or helping me take steps. I am his child, and like all parents he wants me to do right, become independent, and make a life for myself. So, yes I believe all children go to Heaven (and yes I believe in Heaven!). All children go because they have yet to learn everything needed to do right.
I believe we all worship the same God. We may call him different things, we may worship in totally different ways, but he is one in the same. Across the board, there is a language barrier among foreigners right? We refer to the same object, as different things, or with different names. That leads me to believe in ONE God, and ONE God only.
I do not believe in the devil. Show me where in the Bible, you see someone named, "The Devil". So, don't bring that BS to me about "the devil made me do it." No, your own weakness made you do it. I believe we should take our actions and stand behind them. Would God really want you to place blame? hah. NO. And secondly, the Bible was written by a HUMAN. Therefore, there is a massive amount of judgement and biased information in it. It wasn't written by God or Jesus themselves. No, it was written by people who supposedly knew Jesus, or knew people who knew Jesus. So, let's recall the game, telephone, you know where you sit in a circle and whisper the same phrase, and when it gets back to the first person, it's completely and totally different than when they started it? Yeah, I think of a person writing the Bible, like I do the game telephone! I can tell a story to a friend, and by the time it reaches back to me, it's never the same. Details are left out, some put in. I'm not one to read nor follow the Bible religiously. I merely take the information in as if it were food for thought.
I believe in my own way of worshiping God. I treat people as I want to be treated, I try to do good, I do not litter, I take care of his Earth. You see it's the small things I do to let God know I am making him proud, I am independent, I am growing, just as I do my own biological parents. I'm not sure, this is all too much to put in ONE blog.
I'll leave it at this, I believe what I believe. I've taken a long time to get to know myself and my beliefs. I do not regurgitate what someone has told me. I figured it out for myself. I could go on, but if you want to know more about my beliefs,ask I'll share! I'm sure you can find holes in them, but I can find holes in your belief system too! That's what it's called FAITH. There is no right or wrong. You just have to have faith. When asked what do I believe in? I simply answer "I have faith". If intrigued enough the other person will ask all the questions they want, and I will honestly answer.
Until next time, Peace & Love.