I basically hated him at first. He was a Marine at the time and a total prick. Arrogant, cocky, full of himself. But he was all muscle-ly and tall and I'm a sucker for pretty blue eyes. (BTW..do they TEACH those Marines to look at you like that in Bootcamp? I'm CONVINCED they do!)
After a few months, we went on our first 'date'. Wish it hadn't taken me so long to figure out what an amazing man he is. (underneath all the "oorah' and testosterone) A week later, I knew I loved him. A month later, I knew I was going to marry him. Three years later....and I'm waiting on him to come home from a school on the East Coast and gimmie a rock so I can keep him to myself until one of us croakes.
(remember playing that 'stare' game as a kid, where you stare at somebody else and they stare at you until somebody blinks? I get the feeling that marriage is a lot like that. You stare at each other until somebody croaks. Probably not the most uplifting idea, but when was the last time ANYBODY played the 'stare' game without laughing hysterically? THAT is what I want!)
At any rate, I love that boy. And once I teach him to quit leaving his DAMN shoes RIGHT in front of the freakin bed so that you trip over them EVERY FRIGGIN MORNING....I might even TELL him that I love him. But he may already have an idea....Dont you hate when they suck the fun out of your game? Funsuckers.
About Me:
I'm 25 years old. Work at a Retirment Apartment Complex....I'm the Activities Director and paid to play with Grandma all day. Scrabble, Bingo, Dominos, 80 and up Twister Night....(yeah, be jealous. It's just more impressive sounding when I leave out the 'denture' stories)
I have three horses...a 22 year old Bay Appndix QH nag that I absolutely adore. A 15 year old grey nightMARE (get it? HA!) named Belle. She's my baby...I bought her before I bought my first car. Priorities of a teenager....My third horse is Gunner. A beautiful, registered QH with amazing lines, tons of ability, and just over $3k in training. It's really a shame that he's as bright as a busted light bulb. Oh, and I hate him passionatly. But my best friend loves him, so I keep him. But one day...that guy's gonna say the wrong thing and I'll send him to the glue factory.
I digress.....
I've been showing horses for 10 years now and love it. The ground is a lot farther away now and it hurts more, but I still love to ride.
OH! And I have the most awesome poodle...his name is Helmet. He's 15 pounds of purse awesomeness. I also have a Great Dane named Crash (get it, Crash/Helmet? We spent a lot of time on that, obviously.) Crash is a small dane and terrified of most anything that moves, but sooo funny. I <3 her face.
So...there's that....
About Us:
The phrase "enternally dating" comes to mind. I feed him the crap line about "As long as we're together, I'm happy", but I'm not fooling anybody. I'm gonna marry that boy, steal his last name, and have babies with rockstar names like "Oprah Jesus" and "Elvis Madonna". (Okay, I'm lieing about one of the three of those statements. You decide which)
I do hope to marry him someday. We've had the conversation, but weddings are expensive, rings are expensive, and frankly, the idea of having HIS family in the same building as MY family makes me physically ill. Time will tell!
Dream Sheet:
As long as I'm with my GI Joe, I don't care. I really don't.
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