Excuse me while I gush a little

Today is Jerimy and I's 3 year anniversary.  It's hard to believe it's been three years, but then at the same time, it's like I can't remember life before him either.  So like it's the fastest long time I've ever spent with anyone.

I hope you'll excuse me while I gush mushy love stuff today, but in my mind, anniversaries are such a special occasion, not because of presents, or giant romantic gestures, but because sharing your life with someone is the best and hardest thing to keep in balance.  It's not easy to be passionate and never stumble in how you express that passion.  It's not easy to tackle uncomfortable "issues" that arise in a relationship and still be crazy about the person the way you were before an argument, or a miss-communication.  But when you do, love them as much, and often times MORE after a relationship mishap, or miss-communication, well, then you know that you have a good thing, something that can endure all that life throws your way.

Relationships are like anything else, your job, your appearance, your parenting....if you slack off at your job, you can get fired, if you stop fixing yourself up, you can turn into a slob, if you stop parenting, your child can go off track and you may never get them back on track.....and with a significant other, you have to TRY at it every day.  You have to put in the effort if you want to keep things on a happy harmonious level.

One thing that I think couples seem to forget the longer they are together, is what they love about the other person....and that's one thing that I think is what's so unique and special about Jerimy to me is that I never stop thinking he's wonderful, even if he's being a brat, even if we're fighting, he's still amazing to me, I still think he's the most handsome, wonderful, fun, adorable, pain in the butt I've ever had the pleasure to kiss!  I LOVE his smile, I tell you that man can melt my heart when he flashes that thing at me.  His eyes are the rarest shade of gold/green/amber, I'd know those eyes anywhere.  I LOVE that he's strong enough to comfort me over the phone seconds after I'd been in a car crash, before the police even arrived, and he's gentle enough to kiss my forehead when I've had a bad day.  I love that he doesn't lie to me.  He's honest, even if it might hurt me, he doesn't lie to me.  I love that he is so handy and capable and just a natural problem solver.  If something's broke, he fixes it, if something's wrong, he's looking into figuring out a way to make it right.  I love that he shows up for me when I need him most, that he eats my sometimes questionable cooking, and that he allowed me not just into his life, but the life of his son, E, whom I've grown to love so very much over the last 3 1/2 years.  Jerimy hasn't just given me his love, he gave me a family.  And oh what a happy little unique family we are.  Complete with dogs, ferret, turtle, Harley's, mopeds, gourmet George Foreman grill cooking, yellow car and silver neon driving little family we are.

I truly look back at my life and I cannot really remember what life was like before I met Jerimy, I mean, I can if I try really hard, but mostly it just seems like it was a whole other life ago.  And when I think about my future, I cannot imagine a life without him.

So here's hoping our 3 years turns into 30, and then into 300....I'd settle for eternity.  Nothing less. *smiles*

If all goes well, we'll be riding Harley's in heaven together someday.

Yours in Love and Life,

~Heather Lynn~

With Respect to Generations that Came Before Us:

I like to consider myself the kind of girl who doesn't get too easily "annoyed", I like to try to keep my wits about me, keep calm and NOT let things get to me, but lately, there's been something that has really pushed me over the edge....

IT ALL STARTED the other night while watching the UFC fights with Jerimy.  Which any of you who have watched UFC fights know that the commercials and advertising are all geared toward men....their most obvious audience.  Well, there was a particular Energy drink company that was one of the major sponsors of  these fights and they must of played their commercial 100 times during the course of the evening.  But that's not what drives me insane....not seeing the same commercial 100 times, it's what the commercial said that literally makes me CRINGE!

Now before I tell you WHAT was said, I want to explain WHY what was said annoys me so much.  Have you guys ever seen the movie "Idiocracy"?  if not, here's the premise of the movie:

Luke Wilson takes part in an experiment where he's frozen and wakes up 500 years later into a world populated by dumb people.  The theory being that as our world turns, our population is breeding "intelligence" out and dumb people eventually will be the only ones left inhabiting the earth.

So when Luke Wilson arrives on the scene, he's deemed the smartest person alive.  It's not the premise of the movie that bothers me so much as the idea that it might hold some truth that has me up in arms.

You see, in the movie, they stopped drinking water and only drank this Gatorade substance, water was only used in toilets.  Everyone spoke this strange dummed down version of English, people's names were product endorsements and everyone was so stupid it didn't occur to them to mind.

Here, watch this:

ok, now that you've watched that, watch this:

Is it just me, or is there a striking resemblance between the two videos?

I'm sorry, but every single time I hear "it's got electrolytes", I CRINGE!

We got tired of saying "how are you" so we changed it to "sup"?  Really?

It's ok that we say "sup" but should we be proud of it?

I get that it's supposed to be ironic, I get that it's a gimmick and not to be taken seriously, and the commercial does, what it's supposed to, get people talking about a product, which is exactly what I'm doing right now, but man, every time I hear "it's got electrolytes", it's like nails on a chalkboard and it makes me worried, that Idiocracy was on to something.

Think about how people used to speak, with very proper English, everything was formal including people's clothing.  Now fast forward to the present....we're saying 'sup' and wearing pants BELOW our butts and sometimes never get dressed at all, just wear our Pajama's everywhere.  Our Ancestors are probably rolling over in their graves at the way we've allowed our society to slide into such a state of indifference.

I believe in individualism, I believe in self expression, I believe in humans being human and experimenting and creating, evolving....but what happens when our society has no standards, no cares, nothing to strive for, nothing to live up to, and nobody to change the trend?

This concerns me.  Where are we headed?

Not trying to be preachy or anything, I don't think I'm smarter than anyone, I don't think I'm better than anyone, I just think there's a lot to be said about where we come from, and I think we owe it to ourselves to keep standards high, to preserve the English Language, to show more respect in how we dress and how we speak, and for the LOVE OF GOD, STOP SAYING 

"IT"S GOT ELECTROLYTES!!!"

Please and Thank you,

Sincerely,

Yours Truly,

~HeatherLynn~

If you haven't watched Idiocracy, I recommend that you do.  If for no other reason than to write to me and tell me I'm wrong and we could never turn into a world of idiots. :)

When you have a dog....

It kinda changes things...it adds a certain something that, well, you have to be a "dog person" to relate I think.

For instance, yesterday morning while in my break room at work, making myself a delicious egg/Velveeta cheese/english whole grain muffin for breakfast out of the microwave (my daily morning breakfast) my co-worker "L" comes cruising past on her way to her office, she see's me, I say "Good Morning L", she smiles and says "OH, GOOD YOU'RE HERE!  I HAVE A PRESENT FOR YOU!" I'm like "A present!?!?  Ohh, Oohhh...I love presents!" with a big ole smile on my face...because seriously, who doesn't like presents?  Right?

She goes to her office comes out and hands me a little sandwich bag with a stick in it.  I look at it, I look at her, and I say "Um, thanks....What is it!?"  L then says "it's a bullystick for your puppy!"  I smile graciously and say, "What's a bullystick?"  and she said, it's a "Bull Penis, dog's love em!"

Hmmmmm....wow, I've got to tell you, in all my years of growing up at Woods and Waters, being around animals, doing and seeing it all, I can honestly say that nobody had ever given me a bull penis before...bull shit, I've got, but bull penis...well folks, this was a first for me.

Thanks "L" for giving me such a unique offering, and I've got to tell you, my dog DID love the danged thing, however, I felt very strange about giving my little Georgey a penis to chew on....out of fear that this would give him the idea that penis's are for chewing on.  I can just imagine George, sniffing around in the night in bed with Jerimy and I, and all the sudden...*CHOMP*....poor Jerimy.  I'm going to be watching him, if he starts giving Jerimy weird looks, I'm pulling the plug on the bullystick trend!  I love my dog, but I love Jerimy more!

Is it just me, or has puppy chew toys started to resemble recycled sex toys?

This one looks like it should say "ribbed for her pleasure"

It has been brought to my attention.....

...that I have not written anything here in a month.  

Breanne, my apologies! *smiles*

Lets see, what shall I write about...

Well, for starters, I guess I'll tell you the reason I haven't been writing:

His name is 

George:

and I love him!

Since I laid eyes on him I said, I will love him and I will call him George!

And that my friends is my true life story of love at first sight.

I don't know what it is about me, but there's just something that clicks with me when I lay my eyes on something I love....Just like when I RE-met Jerimy 3+ years ago, I saw him and BAM!  I was done, I KNEW in that instant that I was "all in"....that there wasn't going to be any changing my mind about it.  And here we are years later and he's still hands down the love of my life.

Now, fast forward to 3 weeks ago.

I'd been perusing these facebook "Pet sites"....rehoming, strays found, kind of sites and I'd look at the dogs and I'd get all yearning for a puppy...but I don't know if ya'll know this, but PUPPIES, WHILE ADORABLE are OH SO MUCH WORK!!!

Quite frankly, I have no idea how you people raise children, I mean, I have a hard time putting my shoes on at 4:00 a.m. to take George out to go potty...

Which makes me wonder, would people have kids if they had to take them outside and stand there in the rain and snow and cold and crappy Ohio weather WAITING and PRAYING TO GOD that they'd pee already!?!?

You parents, be sure to weigh in on this, because I only have two kids and they are both furry faced pooches!

Anyway...I'm getting sidetracked, 

So I decided awhile back that I just loved Boxers!

So many people I know have them, and they are just such great dogs

One of the first pictures i took when I was starting to get into photography was of a beautiful boxer named Maggie-Moo:

This was the first boxer I ever loved

I guess I was always destined to get one of my own.

But I will tell you this, I'm never going to get the "new book #3" written with him around, holy moses he keeps me hopping....

My life now consists of me running around non-stop saying things like:

"what are you...?  Don't chew on that!  Drop it!  No..no...no..no..no!"

"Who did this?"  "Good boooooy George"..."Baaaaaad Boy George!"

"CRAP, I just stepped in pee I think!"

"c'mon, lets go!"

"STOP DRINKING SO MUCH WATER, YOU'RE GOING TO PEE THE BED!"

*smiles*

And when I'm not saying these things and running around chasing after the most adorable puppy in the world, I'm wholeheartedly smiling.  I don't know what it is about ole George, but he just brings such joy to my life....even when he's a pain, even when he's naughty, he's my buddy.  And I LOVE that he loves Jerimy!  And Easton tries to steal him from me to snuggle with.

Now if I can just get him potty trained, he'll be a great addition to the family!

Ok, so now that you've met George, and you know that I'm totally slacking on my writing, you know who to blame:

But seriously, look at that face,

Can you really blame the little guy

or ME for that matter for falling smitten?

Who can resist this face?

I sure can't!

~HeatherLynn~