Because I got lucky!

(We didn't have enough money for a REAL photographer...one thing I will always regret...what kind of even AMATEUR photographer gets red eyes???)

For my husbands birthday I wrote this HUGE post about all the things he does for me. (Really good read...)

And honestly...going back and reading it...I cried.

Now though, is a different scenario. It's our Anniversary!

9 FREAKING years people!!! Honestly...I feel like...like...I should definitely win an award or something? I mean...it's not a DECADE yet, but it's the year BEFORE the decade...which counts for something right?

From the beginning...my favorite thing about him is that to the outside world he seems laid back and an easy going guy...which he is--

But for ME(And close friends and Family)...he will get silly..like little boy silly...and do crazy things with me. I LOVE it. I married him because he pretty much made me smile everyday over something.

(Engagement Pic...on of the many, but the only one I could find that was half way decent!!! :)

( These are some more fun pics I found of us...the BEFORE years!!!)

(And the AFTER marriage years!!! or more likely the NOW...because I didn't have enough time to rummage through old totes to find stupid film pics!!!)

All I'm saying is that 9 years and two kids later...I still feel like I'm getting to know him. He's my VERY best friend, my confidant, my lover, my co-conspirator, my happy place, aggravating, stubborn, prideful, and the love of my life for this one and the next.



Here's to a Happy, Sad, Crazy, Fun, stressful, and Emotional, yet incredible 9 year ride...

Gosh I'm glad it never ends!!! :)

Love,

Shelle

Surfing the Sites...

Okay...I've been blog surfing...

Which I haven't done in a REALLY long time. Because I'm happy with finding blogs through comments.

I LOVE witty comments. I use to NEVER read comments, but then decided to, and it's funny when the blog owner comments back to the comments and other people are commenting about other people's comments...kinda like over at Crash's Place. It's one big comment party everytime.

But there is no way to find a better blogger than a witty comment. Honestly.

But I've been blogging around, surfing if you will and came upon some fun and funny and heart wrenching finds. But all have one thing in common...they are COMPLETELY HONEST!!!

I'll just post a few today because I have little time...but

First of all,

I found Roy's Progress, I think because she came over and commented on my site...or she could have commented on someone else's site and caught my attention...either way. I LOVE her complete HONESTY and openess about what is going ON in her life and her husband's.

What a GREAT journal for those that follow in their stead! Honestly. Such a GREAT site AND she give's away stuff...fun and good stuff...I'm captivated and completely happy when things are going good, and my heart turns over on a bad day.

Anyway...I like her.

Then I found this site. Hot Dads.

A guy I follow and think to be an EXCELLENT writer, writes for it, so I naturally surfed my way over there and read some of the posts. It's relatively new...and it's not for the faint of heart.

Talk about CRUDE humor and posts...these guys are all male, married or completely involved, and very OPEN about how they feel. Some swear, they talk about sex, yet they give you a look into the FATHERLY, male psyche. So my PG friends...I'm not telling you to go check it out...because it's probably not for you, and I like to keep my site PG to PG-13 rated...but...I mention this site because...

It brought something to my mind.

Maybe I need to start a HOT MOMS site just to counteract their posts? I mean, I did beg my way into being nominated as HOTTEST MOMMY BLOGGER (that's a subliminal message to vote for me, because I'm WAY to shy to shout it out, but I am on page 6 now of like 12...so I'm movin up!!!)...so I think that gives me apt experience to begin the site...(LOL...okay, I'm kidding). But I do think it would be hilarious, because I'm sick like that, but don't know if THEY would think it was funny...but the more I think about it the MORE I want to...

None of them really read my site so it's not like they would catch on for a while...but it would be funny to read the male perspective and then have a female's perspective counter what they said. The guy that I follow has a He said/She said sort of thing already on his blog...very fun to read.

I don't know. Sort of funny.

Anyway...I can't REALLY tell if any of them are Hot either? Because you can only really judge from their profile pics...and since its WAY tiny (That's what She Said...hehehe) I can't really tell.

Maybe I should ask TAMN??? She would know.

But they have minds and indulge in blogging which makes them blog hot...and they love fatherhood, and you know how I feel about Dad's and their kids.

So anybody want to write for a HOT MOM'S site? lol!

Last but not least is a good Blog Friend of Mine who I found MONTHS ago. She's younger and smarter than me...which you can see from her writing...but she's hilarious and has a sense of humor to BOOT. It's Barbalootsuit! Talk about HONESTY...she is totally open about her dating life. Well if she tells us her experiences anyway! But the girl is WITTY in her posts and WITTY in her comments...I LOVE reading her...

She doesn't write enough in my point of view...but she comments all the time and that is almost better! :)

Okay...sharing what I find.

Love,

Shelle

I use to be ignorant...but my husband won't let me.

I blame my crude sense of humor on my husband. Before I met him I was the INNOCENT of innocence...if you catch my drift.

I was appalled when someone talked about anything with naked or sex in it...even though the devil on my shoulder would chuckle, a little, I never let it known.

People would laugh at me because you can't cover up an actual SHOCKED face...I would always get, "Shelle you are SO ignorant or Shelle you are SO niave!"

Which I hated and loved all at the same time. Because in a sense, when people tell you, you are ignorant they mean it in a non-offensive, nice way, but they are essentially telling you that you are stupid. And slap me with a popsicle but I don't particularly like being called stupid.

But I got over it...when I met my husband. He thought it was "cute" that I essentially didn't know what he was talking about when he made a somewhat crude innuendo or joke...and because I thought he was CUTE/SEXY/HOTTER than HADES I took that "cute" as a compliment!

But I WANTED to know what he meant...so there was a LOT of explaining on his part...and a lot of "OH! WOW! REALLY?" from me.

Don't get me wrong...my husbands a good church going guy...but he's human, and well, he's a GUY, ya know?

Anyway, I think this video is funny. It's rated PG-13 if you can see the picture...and PG if you can't...hehehe



Come on...lol...no judging, except for Kristina P., because its one of her resolutions and I don't want to be the failure for ANYBODY'S resolution!

Now THAT video is the perfect example of my UNWORD of the day...TOTALLY Nastola!!!

Love,

Shelle

Back Combing, Big Hair, without a cute southern accent is just not ME!

Okay, the only thing I want to say about The OFFICE is Dwight, knife, dummy, and using it on his face! lol!!! I'm STILL laughing!!! Yuck with Jack Black kissing the old lady...bleh!

Don't You Hate It When you go to a Hair Salon walking in with you hair done how you are use to...but walking out with your hair ratted up like the sixties and wishing you had a southern drawl?

Let me just tell you. I'm not a BIG hair person. It doesn't look good on me...in fact, I've tried it, and when I try and rat my hair to give it some volume...I end up driving around on the SHORT bus...

no lie...

It just doesn't look good on me.

I go and get my hair done because I love getting it washed, feeling it cut and dried, and laying just how it's suppose to.

With my regular hair lady who retired a year ago, I always walked away fromt he salon looking like and feeling like a million dollars...I have been flouncing around desperate to find another one that I trust and love just as much as her.

I found a really cute girl here where I live...but couldn't get in to see her and the highlights of gray by my ears were shouting 911!

So I decided to throw caution to the wind and try another hair dresser, who knows, maybe she would be better than the other one? I have been having problems with my bangs, so maybe the NEW lady would cut them better and they would lay normal?

It wasn't my OTHER hair dresser's fault...my bangs are finicky and I feel that they miss my retired hair dresser...so they are having a rebellious streak where anyone else attempting to cut them is in for it... *shakes head*

So I walk into the hair salon, with the NEW hair dresser, and things are going nicely. The 6 degrees of separation play a hand in our conversation and it turns out I taught her daughter a dance piece in high school a few years ago and her daughter is also marrying a guy that I grew up with.

We picked a color...goes GREAT with my eyes BTW...and she cut my hair...did a fabulous job.

Then it came to the styling part of it all. The part I cringe and hope that I walk out feeling like a model and not like an alien.

But such wasn't my luck that day.

As I'm talking with the hair stylist and she has me turned away from the mirror, I FEEL her begin to rat or back comb my hair.

OH NO, I thought...how do I tell her nicely that I'm not a back comber? Can I tell her I'm allergic to ratted hair? Will she go for it? What to do?

Me: "Yea, well, ummm...I should have probably said this since we barely know each other...but I"m not a BIG hair kind of girl...so a nice round brush and a straightener and I'm good to go."

Back Combing Hair Dresser: Laughs..."Oh I don't like Big Hair either...I'm just going to back comb it and then I'll tame it down. The other Hair Dresser here, Kim, She LOVES big hair...she is from Tremonton, UT, they ALL like big hair there...it's so funny because everyone goes walking out of here looking like her with BIG hair." She laughs again, as she continues to rat, spray hair spray, and rat again.

Me: I'm getting really queasy at this point so I say, "Oh my GOSH...totally forgot I have to be somewhere in like 3 minutes...so just go ahead and comb it through and I'll just go however I am...sorry, I'm so dumb sometimes" looks at her sheepishly. I totally lied for the sake of not throwing up!

Back Combing Hair Dresser: "Oh!....Okay. Just let me finish this, it will just take a second." Rat, Rat, Comb, Spray, Rat, Comb, Spray. "Okay, I'm done." During that time, my husband stopped by to grab the keys he needed for the van to get his sunglasses. I knew it was bad when he stopped, looked up at me, and then his jaw hit the floor. He recovered quickly enough, but that meant one of two things.

Either I looked WAY HOT!

Or I didn't.

I'm going to venture...I didn't.

So when she turned me around to look in the mirror...My imagination of how it looked at how it REALLY looked was too kind. It was monstorous!!! I would have screamed if my etiquette of human communication would have allowed me to. My hair was not just big...it was HUGE!!! I felt like one of those women who had big hair and a southern drawal. Not the charming, classy, beautiful big hair southern women...but the ones that TRY to be charming and classy with BIG hair...

Instead when she asked, "How do you like it?"

I replied, "The color is beautiful"...I believe I might have even slipped in a sarcastic drawal when I said that, paid her, and ran out the door!!!

I jumped in my Van and tried with all my might to undo the snarls with my fingers. It was like trying to dig at a cement wall.

Yea...I hate it when that happens. What's worse was having to face my all to can't-wait-to-make-fun-of-Shelle spouse when I saw him next. Lets not even go INTO the bangs people...think 80's and feathers...

Let's just say...next time, my 911 gray hairs will just have to WAIT!!!

What about you? Ever had a similar experience? Or do you not mind because BIG HAIR is fabulous on you and you were blessed with being charming, classy, and have a cute southern drawal?

Love,

Shelle

Happy Office one FULL hour!!!

All I want to say is that I am not a real big Football-watching-on-TV fan, and can you believe, NEITHER is my husband...because he'd rather be boarding down a mountain with snow on it at the fastest speed he can...but I have to tell you, I have sat riveted to this stupid television for the WHOLE SuperBowl. I even watched Bruce Springstein's half time...

I knew NONE of the songs...

But I still watched it.

I'm sorry, but I had to chuckle at the fan base average age...

I'm not going to say it, but ya'll know what I mean!!! :)

MountainSport Man told me NOT to make a habit out of it...but I don't know, I think I'm beginning to understand why PEOPLE like it so much...but only when the game is as close as this one was!

Anyway, what I really wanted to say is HAPPY ONE HOUR EPISODE OF:



I hope you will all be watching and laughing and crying because you are laughing at it! I mean, Jessica Alba will be on tonight...and she is the only woman I would allow my husband to cheat on me with...as long as it was only physical :)

So everyone, besides Crash's MIL, ENJOY! ENJOY! ENJOY!!!

Oh and just so everyone is officially invited...Alyson and I are having a blogger sleepover in July at HER house...so if you want to come along and eat your heart out and swap silly high school stories than let me know! :) And she was nominated HOTTEST MOMMY BLOGGER...which I totally covet (come on guys, have you seen my picture underwater? Doesn't that qualify as being WAY HOT :), go and vote for her...so at least someone I am virtually related to can win!!! :) And while you are over there voting...swing over to BEST ENTERTAINMENT BLOG and BEST BLOG of ALL TIME and vote for Crash...because it is all about the little people!

Don't let THE MAN control us.

Okay...until I write again.

Love,

Shelle