Worry Wart

Is it odd that I worry about my dog as if he were a human?

I was looking through photos the other night and came across this one [one of my absolute favorites] and immediately my heart sunk.

This day Raymond and I had taken Guero to the nearby pond to run around and do a little fishing. When we were leaving, Raymond put him in the bed of the truck and I immediately freaked out. There was no way that my crazy 4 month old puppy was going to ride back there without jumping out! Raymond basically told me to chill the heck out and get over it, that's what dogs do. I knew that. I mean hello, I've seen hundreds of dogs riding down busy roads with 60 mph limits. But my Guero? In the bed of a truck where I can't get to him if he needs me, going 20 mph for about 3 minutes... that wasn't gonna fly with me!

Sure enough he loved the ride... and I obviously got the best photos of him to date. Is it just me that is like this or are there any other crazy fur mamas out there that freak out when their babies are in "dangerous" situations?? I just don't know what'd I'd do if anything happened to this adorable face...

5

Tomorrow marks five years that Raymond and I have been together. It’s hard to believe that we’ve made it this far, but then again, it feels like forever.

We always hear it, “I cannot imagine my life without you”. Well, to be honest, I can imagine my life without him, but it sucks. My heart aches to even being to think about it. So I don't, and I wont.

We've had our fair share of ups and downs but right now in this moment, I feel like we've finally got it figured out. As mad as he can make me sometimes, I would absolutely never trade him for the world.

Raymond, I love you. I have learned from you, been loved by you [and probably hated at times]. You are my rock, my rhyme, and my reason for becoming a better person.

In a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you.

Five Reasons Why I Love You

+ You teach me to be a better woman
+ You can make me laugh at the drop of a hat
+ Your nick names for me are almost just as ridiculous as mine are for you
+ I have met an amazing family because of you
+ You encourage me to do what I love to do, solely for myself

Milo, Finn & My Achey Breaky Heart

My heart is absolutely about to burst into a million pieces.

With the start of a new job quickly approaching, I can't keep my mind from thinking about not seeing my boys every day. For the past almost three years I have had the pleasure of seeing their sweet faces. Sure, there are times when I absolutely want to rip out my [enter f-bomb] hair, and times that I have actually been brought to tears of frustration while they run wild around the house, but I cannot imagine my life with out them.

The other evening as I was putting them to bed, Finny grabbed my neck, hugged me, looked me dead in the eyes, and said "I love you Sam-Sam". My heart melted into a puddle of sticky goo and I balled my eyes out while squeezing and kissing the crap out of this once-tiny human. I never wanted to let him go.

There are days I thought would never end, moments I thought I just might lose it. Questions and doubts as to what the proper way to raise these boys was. I've poured my heart out to Raymond about how fantastic [and sometimes awful] they can be. I cannot begin to count the times I have texted Raymond the words "kill.me.now." due to some of meltdowns I have put up with. But the moment I lay my head down to sleep at night, a warm feeling comes over my body, thoughts of them fill my head, and my heart feels like it just might implode with love.

I have been so blessed to be able to create a bond with my cousins that I never would have been able to do without helping raise them on a daily basis. I pray that they have learned, grown, prospered, and will always hold me dear in their hearts. Obviously, they will never fade from mine.

That Had to Hurt

Ok, I know I deemed Fridays to be "Foodie Friday", but so far it's really not working out, haha oops! I promise as soon as I can get my crap together, the recipe posts will keep coming. For now, I will just continue to load you all with excuses such as:

"I had planned to make dinner on Wednesday night but wasn't feeling well and didn't feel like cooking so we ordered a pizza."

OR

"I was going to make dinner Thursday night but Raymond had a softball game and we didn't get home until after 10pm."

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Like I said, last night we had a softball game and let me tell ya, it sure was one heck of a game. Apparently the team they played were their "arch nemesis" so it was a big deal. Unfortunately our team came out of the gates SUCKING (sorry, guys), and were down 12-5 with 6 minutes left in the game. Somewhere, some how, The Baggs pulled 8 runs out of their you-know-whats and came back with the W! It was actually really awesome and fun to be cheering them on. I am so glad they won because the other team were a bunch of trash-talkers and they are absolutely not 12 runs worthy!

To top of the awesome win, we had a blow out on the way home. Luckily R can change a tire like a champ and we were back on the road in no time (seriously, not even 10 minutes)! I thank the Lord I have a man that is capable of changing a tire... something I believe every man should know how to do.

SOMEBODY thinks he is still small enough to sit on the console!

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All of this softball talk has me reminiscing about 5 years ago when Raymond and I first started dating. I want to say we had been dating for a month (?) when he took me to one of his softball games. Everything was going smoothly, and I'm sure he was trying to play his best to impress me. My first thoughts were that he was really really good and I was definitely impressed!

Raymond was playing short stop and a guy from the other team was up to bat. As soon as he hit the ball Raymond caught it (of course), but he needed to get the ball to 1st base to get out another guy. As soon as he threw it, I heard SMACK! and then a "Ohhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!" from both teams, and all spectators. The ball hit the guy smack dab in the center of his upper back. Holy cow did that have to hurt! R felt like a complete jerk, to say the least and I'm sure he was completely embarrassed. What a way to break in a new girlfriend, huh?

Surely enough, his throwing tactics didn't scare me away and now almost 5 years later I'm catching his balls... (softballs, that is)!

Love you, poo!