Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed about my "happily ever after" with the man I love in a little house with a herd of pets, and I am living that dream. I love my life. I can't complain about anything. I married my best friend-I man I can talk to about anything, play video games with, and laugh with at a million inside jokes. There is no one I would rather wake up next to.
We have a cute little house, with a cute little yard, and lots of cute little critters...and the best part is, it is *ours*.
I have an amazing family who loves me and has accepted my hubby as family too, and I have amazing friends who provide all the support I need. I even have a job I enjoy.
My life is a beautiful dream, and I am so lucky I don't have to wake up.
I hope to discover a comfortable sort of mediocrity in life, because I don't care for excitement. I want my life to be like an orange juice commercial, because everything in orange juice commercials is perfect. I need to ramble on about my day to no one in particular, because sometimes, what I have to say isn't important enough to say out loud, but I still want to say it.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
WWDD?
I love my daddy. This weekend, we watched the movie, "Taken", starring Liam Neeson. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend you do. I won't spoil it for you, if you haven't, but I will say that Neeson plays a father whose daughter has been kidnapped, and the havoc he wreaks in the process of finding her is remarkable. Our friends were over, and I remarked to them that my dad would do the same if I or one of my sisters had been taken. Bubster said, "Are you kidding? Your dad would do worse!" And he's right. My dad would unleash the wrath of Hades on anyone that hurt me or my sisters. It's nice to know.
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