This is everything wrong with our country. I’m voting for whichever candidate supports abolition of High School Musical.

This is Disney’s equivalent of crack cocaine. There, I said it.

FUN! Who doesn’t like to write about themselves?! My sissysweet tagged me…and they have to be one-word answers. I am gonna STRUGGLE!!

1.Where is your cell phone? OCT
2. Your significant other? delicious
3. Your hair? tangly
4. Your mother? hilarious
5. Your favorite thing? nephews
6. Your dream last night? vivid
7. Your favorite drink? dietcoke (that’s one word)
8. Your dream/goal? babies
9. What room are you in? lobby
10. Your fear? babylessness
11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? home
12. Where were you last night? D6!
13. Something that you aren’t? politic-y
14. Muffins? struesel
15. Wish list item? mazda
16. Last thing you did? visine
17. What are you wearing? pink
18. Your TV? crappy
19. Your pets? nope
20. Friends? weird
21. Your life? delightful
22. Your mood? happy
23. Missing someone? Becca
24. Your car? uggghhh
25. Something you’re not wearing? pantyhoooose
26. Your favorite store? Sephora
27. Your favorite color? brown
28. When is the last time you laughed? today
29. Last time you cried? Tuesday

I don’t know how to tag properly, so Mom! Go! Jess! Go! You’re the only two I know who read this!

Bubbs YOU TOO!!!

Not fair! How am I supposed to follow up a post all about me and my husbandry? It’s clear to see how incredibly blessed I am by the woman I get to spend the rest of my life with.

So far, day 1 of year 2 seems to be going pretty well.

Some say that the first year of marriage is the hardest. I can say that it was so much better than I had ever hoped! I firmly believe that waiting until I was 26 to get married was one of the best decisions I have ever made. Not that I had anything to do with it…believe me, I wanted to get married at 21. Badly.

The Lord had other plans. And making me wait was such a HUGE blessing. I think that all that I learned during those single years, every “branch cutting” the Lord did was so helpful.

I love Christopher so much. I have loved every second of being married to him.

And let me tell you why:

He gets up early to spend time with the Lord (yay) and let’s me sleep in. He then wakes me up by crawling back into bed with me and kissing me on the nose or singing very softly, “bless your beautiful hide” (see below). And THEN! It gets better. He waits for me at the top of the stairs so I can hold on to him as we walk down the stairs. My legs are rickety in the morning.

He sings songs with me. Songs that I have made up. And he doesn’t mind.

He is okay with chicken voila. All the danged time.

He dances with me in the living room. Like, club dancing. But slow dancing too.

He is a prayer warrior to the max. He has alerts on his phone to remind him to pray for different areas of our life. I’m in good hands. With BubbsState. Never mind.

He is so cute! Have you seen him?

He is okay with the fact that I’m not an outdoorsy kind of girl. And because he is so okay with it, it makes me want to become an outdoorsy kind of girl.

He is so talented. I am in awe of his artistic ability. I love to watch him do stuff on his computer. His fingers fly around, and then all of a sudden it’s an awesome design that I want to have blown up and displayed on a billboard.

He has a “K” tatooted on his arm. For ME!!! Or Kettle Korn. Verdict’s still out.

He is passionate about his Lord and Savior. He wrestles with things, digs into the Word, figures things out. He is a total grace of God story…he shouldn’t be as amazing as he is.

He’s so funny…have you heard him do impressions? Tony Almeda – dead on. Mark Walberg – you’d think he’s in the room. Basically anyone he hears, he can mimic. Pretty dang awesome.

He sings & plays the guitar beautifully. And he writes songs that will bring tears to your eyes. He sounds like Ray LaMontagne. But Chris almost passes out though. That’s the only difference.

He speaks my language! He uses words like “quermbly”, and “shmermie” to describe the state of things. And only I know exactly what he means.

He is an amazing uncle…to his little guy Gavin and to my little boys, Gavie and Liam. He’s going to make an A-MAZ-ING father.

He drinks his coffee Buh-lack. Manly manly.

He leads our connection group with wisdom, patience, and humility.

He is such a hard worker around our house…doing things he’s never done before. Installing a ceiling fan? Check. Putting in a garbage disposal? Check. Window wells? Check. Installing staircase/wallboard/shelves/etc.etc.? Check. New gutters? Soon-to-be check.

There is OH so much more, but I have to go to the bathroom now, so it will be a good spot to stop.

I LOVE YOU BUBBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Captain Von Bubbs. You are my all-time favorite. Our love is number ONE!!

Oh my goodness! What have we been missing out on!?!?!?!?

Seven Brides For Seven Brothers. 1954. Musical. The premise is comprised of backwoodsmen. Wanting wives. So they kidnap them.

Really.

So Chris and I, on a recommendation from the Great Petite Julie Larson, watched this movie while I shredded chicken breasts. On a tv tray. Not necessary to the story. We were ASTONISHED by this movie! IT. WAS. SO. GREAT!!! The dancing was actually pretty amazing, the songs were dumb musical songs, but nevertheless, were stuck in Chris’ head the rest of the evening/morning/next afternoon. There were some great lines as well:

“Well, hello there little lady”

“Well, hello Backwoodsmen”

and this…

“Waddya say we get married?”

(after not too much pondering) “Well, I have to finish my chores first”

WHAAA?!?!?!?!?!?!?

We were in awe of it’s ridiculousness/awesomeness. And since apparently we were the last ones on earth to see this movie, my recommendation of it would be moot.