2 jobs, monster house, devil cat, sure, lets get a puppy!

So, last month, on my birthday, hoss and I were on a mission. We were going to take the plunge and get a dog. Our lives will never be the same.
   The dog idea had been in our thoughts for well over 3 months, and in September, hoss gave me the go-ahead to start looking. His parents have 2 breeding female Yorkshire Terriers commonly referred to as "yucky dogs" around the farm. After taking some time to observe their behavior, and those annoying little yips, we decided it couldnt be a small dog. My first choice was a german shepherd, but hoss wanted a very gentle dog. His eye was set on a St. Bernard, but my allergies just wont tollerate that much hair. We had joked about getting a dog that was so big it would be fitting to name it moose. In passing I had suggested a Dane, and thats when all sanity left the lump on my shoulders. I wanted a moose.
   Now, Danes are about $2500 in our area (slightly out of our budget) but I knew the right one would come along. I could be patient. It took 2 months of scouring every paper, breeder sight, dog forum, and there she was. A female Dane Retriever mix. Sad eyes, dark coat, and a little misfit mark on her nose. And definitely in our price range. Just $200.
  On the way to meet her I prayed for a sign that she was the one. All two and a half hours north hoss and I talked and worried that we'd be making all this drive for nothing. We got lost in a little town went over a bridge and found ourselves in the next state. Thats when I remembered telling hoss that I had this strange feeling that the next time we left the state we would end up with a dog.  I turned to him and reminded him about just that. "Alright hoss," I said "lets go get Moose"

   I have since decided that if I survive Mooses puppy year, she and I are both getting fixed! Oh the long journey that is puppiness!

More to come,

   The mother of a moose

waking up older...

So Wednesday was my 21st Birthday. I never understood people who were older than me, as a child, who didn't care about turning a year older. Last year, I worked on my birthday, was given a package of birthday cake Oreos and 5 York patties.Hoss took me out for dinner, we went home, and that was that. It was nice. It was the first time in years no one had made a fuss over me, or made me feel special, hoss wished me happy birthday, and told me he loved me. Thats all I could ever ask for. This year was a similar story, the Oreos didnt happen because of an awful desire to lose weight, dinner was Papa Murpheys take and bake, and York Patties became the coolest birthday present ever! I love the way me and Hoss celebrate life, one day at a time.

From Married Woman to Macy's Girl!

I know its been way too long, I've been kinda busy over the last year. Hoss and I survived our first year of marriage with most of our limbs in tact. Last november I cut my hours at the restaurant and started to focus on being a wife. We just finished our secon tour of duty (traveling to California to visit with my family) a few weeks ago, and we're finally settling back into our normal routine.

   Now that things are calming down from vacation, I, of course, have to stir things up again. I got a second job! Thats right, not an hour ago, I finished my first day as a Macys Merchandise Associate. The work is exhausting. Especially if you've never done anything like it before. But I just love it! Im currently reveling in the fact that I'm coming home smelling like socks and perfumes instead of fries! Not that there's anything wrong with a good french fry!

   Well, thats about all for now! Keep checking back, I'll have another post for you real soon!