Hello. I've waited here for you...

Everlong.

Seven years ago today Josh asked me to be his girlfreind. Then he asked if he could kiss me. The rest is history.

Why I love Josh. Part One in a series.

Let me begin this post by saying that I love nature. I also respect nature. I want nature to be preserved since it's the only one we have.

I also love bears and cougars. They are beautiful, majestic animals. I feel sad when I hear of one that has been killed. I feel very sad when I think of how their habitat is being torn down to build more subdivisions and shopping malls. When I hear of someone who has been attacked by one of these animals I feel bad for both of them because that person has a long road to recovery and the animal is likely to be hunted down and killed for doing what God programmed him to do which is hunt for food. Seeing these creatures on TV, in photographs and at the Asheboro Zoo is awesome. As in fills me with awe at the mere fact of them. Yea for bears! Yea for cougars!

Now, with that being said, I also have absolutely no desire to ever encounter one these creatures outside of a zoo setting. Watching Grizzly Man gave me the creeps during certain scenes where I felt way too close to the bears. The thought of a cougar lurking outside my house freaks me the fuck out. I do not belong anywhere near these animals in their natural habitat.

So that brings me to why I love Josh Part One.

The man has absolutely no desire to go camping.

None. Praise Jesus, no desire to go into the woods, into the bear and cougar's living room, sleep on the ground, pee in the woods, cook over a fire, none of that.

Now, i'm not a priss whose idea of camping is a hotel with no pool. I could go camping in a camper or RV that is parked in an area for those type of vehicles close to the woods. I mean a real camper or RV, not one of those where the beds fold out of the sides and you're covered by bug net. The bears can get you through that. And I have to be near other people who can hear me scream and come help if a bear decideds to try and get into the camper. I'm also not parking in the middle of no where because that's when the serial killers come and kill you and no one finds you for months or years.

So I would camp under certain conditions, but that is unlikely to ever happen. Because Josh, my love, my sweetie, my sweet potato pie, has no desire to camp.

Now why is this such a big deal? I've noticed in my 28 years that people who do camp are pretty strident about it. Because if you don't camp you're weak and shallow and all that crap. Because it's not ok to have different ideas of fun. Because you can't commune with nature at the beach apparently. Or by visiting a national park. No, only by sleeping there and peeing in the woods can you truely be one with nature and if you disagree then you just aren't right for each other. Just look at Nick and Jessica.

(Side rant: Jessica Simpson was raked over the coals for carrying her purse camping. Well fuck you. My purse has my wallet, my pocket knife, my cell phone, all my important things with me in one place. I would carry my purse camping. If I went on a hike I would transfer my important things to my back pack, but would I leave my purse at home? No! I need what's in there. So bite me purse haters!)

Anyway, Josh doesn't want to camp or climb mountains, or go hunting or do any of that manly roughing it nature crap. He's perfectly happy visiting historical landmarks and museums with me on vacation. I'm a girly girl, he's kind of a girly man, we both fear bears and cougars, and that is why I love him.

Squee!

So last Friday I joined Classmates.com. (Shut up, no, I don't know what I was thinking. I hated high school and with the exception of like five people I have no desire to see any of them again. At least until our reunion where I can laugh at them for becoming the fat, bald losers I always knew they would be.)

ANYway.

While filling in my information I got all squishy because I could fill out my married name and check the Mrs. box. I'm a goon, I know, but I don't care. I'm glad to be squishy as we approach our second anniversary and the official end to our newlywed period.

And in case you forgot the quote that goes along with the picture:

"Now remember. We're newlyweds on our way to Earth Capital."

Happy Birthday Sweetie!

28 years ago today my hubby was born. He had a really large head and had to be yanked out with forcepts, but he was fine. (Except the large head. He still has that, it's a family trait actually.)

People annoy me with the "I hate birthdays" schtick. Would you rather have died this past year? Come on. Let the people who love you celebrate the fact that you're here. It's not all about you, it's also about all the people you've touched since you've been alive. And cake. Cake!

So today I celebrate my hubby. My hubby who is sweet, and funny, and adores our cats. Who goes to the beach with me eventhough he doesn't like it. Who drove me to Charlotte to see Bodyworlds eventhough we had a fight that morning and he's grossed out by medical stuff. Who flipped our mattress like The Incredible Hulk when I couldn't get to Wally under the bed as he had a seizure. Who has moved more people than he wants to remember. Who has become my family's computer guy without complaint. Who is always amazed at my needlework. Who hulks out again when people are rude or cruel, especially to animals. Who shares my twisted sense of humor. Who doesn't bat an eye when I buy too many doll clothes or cross stitch supplies or makeup. Who is an all around wonderful, wonderful person.

I couldn't imagine a better husband. I love you Biggzy! Happy Birthday.

Wall-E - I can has love?

Wall-E is in fact the sweetest movie i've ever seen. This animated robot showed more personality than 98% of people i've met in real life, and better acting than 99% of actors that are popular now. I cried through out the whole movie because I was so touched at Wall-E's longing for a connection, for another like himself, for someone to hold hands with.

I guess I just empathized with Wall-E. Before Josh I had my life. I had school, work, my kitty Grizzabella. But like Wall-E I wanted something more. Someone to hold hands with. Of course I did find that, but that longing feeling is hard to forget.

So go see Wall-E. It's a wonderful, wonderful movie. But if you've ever been lonely, or sad, or felt like something was missing, get extra napkins with your popcorn. You will need them.