I have an awesome husband!

Guess what I have? Go on, guess!

A new iPad! Or rather, a new to me iPad. It's pretty awesome, though I need to leave the App store alone!

On a more serious note, I'd like to mention a blog that I've begun reading recently. It's called Rockstar Ronan and it's written by a mom who lost her son to neuroblastoma, a form of childhood cancer.

Cancer is terrible, especially in children who have done nothing wrong to anyone. The statistics and numbers that she posts regarding childhood cancer are heartbreaking. I seriously have been bawling my eyes out  reading her blog. Her little boy was so beautiful and fiery, which reminds me of my Little Miss so.

The mother of Ronan and writer of the blog, Maya Thompson, started the Ronan Thompson Foundation in honor of her son. It's an awesome cause and you should go check it out!

Polly is now officially ours. The home visit passed with flying colors and I went and picked her up yesterday afternoon, after it was all over. She's such a sweet puppy. She never barks, (though husband heard an almost bark while she was dreaming), loves to give kisses and cuddles. Husband is sleeping with her on the sofa and she's already spoiled. She won't go to sleep without her head on a pillow.

The cats aren't happy though. They won't let her into the kitchen. It's kind of like West Side Story at my house right now. I had them separated for a while, but Husband came home and said that they have to get used to each other eventually and intermingled them.

At least I put a screen door between them. Those cats are just dying to tear into my poor little curious puppy.

Little Miss doesn't know we brought her home, she's going to be so excited tomorrow when she gets home from Grandmama's! And Sunday, I'm thinking we do a family outing, together. Somewhere that allows dogs so that both Polly and the Kitty Boys can get some rest away from each other.

Reality vs. Fiction

It seems as if everyone are holding their relationships to extreme ideals.

I want a love like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.
I want a love like Bella and Edward.
I want to be like Ana and Christian. 

(Even though the last two seem to be more abusive than romantic).

They read books or watch movies and are immediately like "Oh my God, their relationship is perfect/wonderful/whatever" and from then on begin to hold out for such unrealistic standards in their partners/potential partners and then wonder why they're lonely.

Why can't people be realistic?

Now I admit, when I was younger, I was like that. But as I've grown up, I've realized. I don't want anyone that resembles any fictional character that everyone else has heard of. I want someone who is unique to me. Who deals with the fact that I whine when I'm tired or sick, who snores so loud and hogs the bed to the point where we argue about it even though we both realize that we can't sleep without knowing the other is there. Someone who can eat his weight in pizza but refuses to touch burgers, who hates horror movies and musicals, but will watch them anyway, and I do the same for him.

In other words, after being with my husband, going through our difficult times together and still coming out on top, I want him, and no one else.

I feel happy to say there is literally no one I would rather be with than him.

Bring Me a Bowl of Raw Hamburga.

The Little One is at Grandmama's and I am getting all horror movie'd up in here! Woohoo!

Halloween is the best holiday ever. Not that it needs to be Halloween to watch horror movies, but it is when all the fun stuff comes to stores and on TV and stuff. Not that we have TV here, but one can dream, can't they?!?!

On another good note, today is the day where the worker comes to check out the house before we bring home the newest member of the family! I informed her that my house is messier than normal, because we hadn't been home for four weeks. She shrugged and said that she didn't care.

I'm waiting on her phone call saying she'll be here in a few minutes. I'm hoping that after she says it's ok, that I'll be able to bring Polly home today.

By the way folks, Polly is a dog. The sweetest most adorable dog ever, that I've fallen in love with at the local animal shelter. She's a mutt, but she's an ADORABLE MUTT.

The pictures from the website don't work. Blah. But I'll take plenty of pictures and put them up here.

AHA! Nevermind, I found a picture!

See? Isn't she adorable?!

Cross your fingers and wish me luck!

Wish Me Luck!

Hopefully within the next few months, I will be able to sell things from my home. Husband and I have been talking about it and we both think that it'll be a fun venture, at least. Plus, it'll be nice to have someone to remain at home with Little Miss. We're planning on starting off by getting a tent at the local farmer's market and maybe online.

Fingers crossed! Let's hope this works out!

These past few weeks have been a whirlwind.

Husband finally got a job, which is awesome. He had to go for training for four weeks though, and Little Miss and I went with him for three of them. Unfortunately, I ended up with a terrible ear infection and didn't go the last week, but I surprised him for one night before returning to my parents house.

Either way, now he's home. Still not done training, but home. My ear infection is getting better, slowly. It still sucks though. As does Little Miss' cold. She sounds so adorable with a stuffy nose, but you could tell that she wasn't feeling well. Not that she let that stop her from doing anything though!

The only things that aren't settling down are 1) my nerves - our house was broken into last month. I'm irritated that the people took our things, but at the same time, I'm nervous to be at home by myself. Silly, no? (My in-laws seem to think so).

2) Doctor's appointments. After countless blood tests, biopsies and exams, I have been diagnosed with hypothyroidism and PCOS. Right now, they have me on hormone pills and they suck. I'm so moody (i.e. pissed off) when I take them. I almost nearly ripped my poor husband's head off, though he told me that he understood, that the hormones were getting to me.

And then I proceeded to cry for ten minutes because I felt like a horrible person. Thank God that my prescription for those have run out and the doctor told me not to refill them yet.

Ugh, I have to be up in about 4 hours. Why am I still awake?

This has made my night!

So, my husband has been away for the past month training in Richmond. Normally, I would go with him, but this week I ended up at my parents house with the ear infection from hell. Seriously. It traveled from my right ear to my left ear and then down my face to the point where I couldn't open my jaw.

Little Miss was spoiled at the grandparent's house and I was babied. It felt nice.

But alas, today was his last day of training in Richmond and since my ear is still sucky and I couldn't go to Busch Gardens for the first night of Howl-O-Scream (husband's orders), it is back to grown up land.

Which means work.

However, I have found something that is totally AWESOME. Also, I'm not convinced that my husband didn't do this while he was all alone in Richmond.

Deadpool is officially my new hero.