enough about the history of how the world's evil ways produced amazingness in my life.

Just know everything that came along with him is all the amazingness in my life.

I'm married to a fabulous guy who I couldn't love more and honestly I think he feels the same about me.

**sigh**

I have a super adorable puppy, who you would instantly fall in love with.

We live in an uber cute apartment that I'm slowly attempting to make the apartment of my dreams out of.

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We have spectacular friends. This is highly an understatement. We LOVE them.

I for the most part love everything about our lives. And the things I don't are surpassed by all I do.

aka.:. husband's awful job. But we're working on this one.

(anyone need a photographer??)

fun day hump day is quickly aproaching. husband has off. we intend to do many fun things <3

I was online following a link to a friend's myspace page and I needed an account in order to see their pictures. This was before myspace was the phenomonon it later became. I figured what the hell and created one. Days later I receieved an email with a friend request from Ben Jamieson. The Ben Jamieson. I instantly accepted and instantly became addicted to myspace. I was checking hourly for new comments and messages from him. Those old butterflies came back except they brought 100 more. I was falling in love with him via computer. I had never fallen for any boy like this. I was beyond head over heals. This was coming from a girl who hated having a boyfriend. HATED. But I loved having him. And I couldn't get enough of him. I was obsessed. Good news for me, he was just as hooked. One month turned into a year. One year turned into 2. And this turned into my longest lasting relationship by far.
This all happened while Ben was at school. A school he wanted no part of. To this day, being there was a regret. But like I said, everything happens for a reason. If I stayed in the city, or didn't get kicked out of the cool circle, or went away to school or he didnt go..... nothing would be what it is. There's probably a million other things I could think of that got in the way of life, but only helped us grow. This blog is all about our adventure through life. Our adventure in love. And why we'll be stuck forever <3

Everything happens for a reason.

The things we're usually most upset about or perhaps most regretful of are most times the things that help shape our lives.

I was in 5th grade when my parents decided to move me from Queens, NY to the middle of nowhere. We later refered to it as hicktown. It was quite the culture shock. It took me some time to get adjusted. After the kids realized I wasn't going to knife them in the hallway, I made friends fast. Perhaps too fast. I grew up a tomboy. Sports, dirt, etc. So I guess  you could say it was surprising that the friends I made were all girls. The popular girls at that. I think it's said, "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer" I guess 6th grade girls knew this all too well. They had befriended me because they were scared of me. Scared of what I could do as the new girl. Scared of their "boys" liking the new girl. Their worst fear came true. Their "boys" liked the new girl. With that, I was instantly rejected out of their circle and worse, their lunch table. This was possibly one of the most traumatizing experiences of my life. I didn't know what any of this meant. I didn't even like boys, yet. I boycotted school for weeks before my parents finally caught on I spent mornings in my closet until they went to work. Maybe a little dramatic, I'll give you that. But I was 12? They sent me to the counselors and administration and everything they could to get me to not runaway back to Queens ( where I wanted to stay in the first place). I eventually gave it another try.

And there it was....... some girls I knew from some of my classes and they were sitting with "him". I changed my mind. I liked boys. Not boys, but boy! I fell in love with his smile before I even met him. Yes I was in 7th grade and I remember this moment like it was yesterday. We were all instant friends. These were my kind of friends. There were 3 girls and 7 guys. I liked this ratio a little better. I was comfortable with this ratio. And the girls were a little more like me. No more trash talking behind your "best friends" back. We were legitimate friends. As legitimate as they come in middle school atleast. Back to him. We instantly started dating. (happens for a reason #1)Whatever dating is in 7th grade. We held hands in the hallway, talked at our lockers, and IMed each other every chance we got. Annnd we broke up every other month. I think the tally went to 7 times. We were so in love. Then one night, unexpectedly his best friend ( who was one of mine also) called me to tell me he didn't like me anymore. At all. So we wouldn't be getting back together this time. You would think at this point I would be heart broken right? My first love, his eyes, his smile... *sigh* Nope. I dated his friend instead. We didn't go to 8th grade dance and we quickly grew apart.

We got to high school and he became the punk band kid and I ...... well I became the cheerleader. Obviously different circles. We went through high school being acquaintances. I stared at him whenev I got the chance. (grunge look and all he was still the cutest thing ever) So cute, he always had a girlfriend. Being that alphabetically our lockers always touched, this was exhausting. There was no chance to ever tell him and in high school, different circles meant different circles. I'm sure his friends would have had nothing nice to say about him dating a trendy comfomist, like myself. (oh yeah, I grew out of that tomboy stage) So as he dated other girls, I moved my interest to other guys. Not many though. I was more of a " I wanna hang out with my friends kind of girl" No regrets there, I had the greatest friends ever and the best high school experience with them.
College slowly approached and it seemed as if everyone were going away, but me. My parents were less than encouraging when it came to the college process. They were just fine with me staying at the community college. Part of me resented them for this for some time. I got into amazing colleges and I was going to SUNY Orange. I later dropped out because of the resentment and boredom and fear of not wanting to grow up and do grown up things. I guess lots of stuff persuaded me out. Last being I was making great money and didn't think I needed school anymore. Case closed. (happens for a reason #2)