Love and Marriage

I am certainly not married to Al Bundy from "Love and Marriage", but I suppose you could say I'm a little like Peggy.

I came with a lot of heavy baggage. I have a lot of college loans and I have really expensive taste. I also am hard to deal with because of my social outbursts. I can't seem to help telling the truth- especially if you smell or look awful. It takes a strong personality with lots of confidence to hang out with me.

I was shocked when the hubby wanted to marry me. I took him up to the Adirondacks for a test run. You either love this place or hate it. If you hate it... I hate you. Plain and simple. I can NOT be in a relationship with a person that is allergic to animals, can't cut wood with an Axe, dresses like a douche, has a huge ego, or screams when they see a mouse. It's not going to work out.

So, the hubby loved the Adirondack mountains, and chopped wood like a champ. One blow straight down the middle, without breaking a sweat. Sexiest thing ever.... he also can sit by a fire while the smoke blows in his face ... he just sat there sipping his beer slugging his whiskey, and enjoyed the fire. Manly.

So I was driving us home, and he was sitting next to me reading the real estate paper... dreaming of owning a house there... because that's how much he liked it.... his bare foot up on the dashboard, paper in hand... we are driving on the New Jersey Turnpike... my favorite place in the world. Listening to some tunes... he looks at me and says "Will you marry me?" "Sure" silence.... for about a minute. "I'm serious" "I know" driving... and then I start hitting the steering wheel. "Really?! I'm driving on the NEW JERSEY TURNPIKE!!!, we just left Eden, and you ask me NOW!?!"

Anyway, he isn't much for romance, but neither am I. He was 22 years old. Young, still in college, working hard at a lock company.... he had potential. He is one of the smartest people I know... and the best part about that is that you would never know it... He is quiet, polite, softly spoken... he comes off as normal.. but he's not. The hubster is a walking computer with feelings. I knew I had the hope diamond in the rough.

Anyway, fast forward 6 years... and here I am in a house that we own, two gorgeous boys, riding horses, doing my art, writing, traveling, and I'm loved by the perfect man. I'm the luckiest person in the world.

He works his ass off, comes home, eats dinner, feeds the kids, gives them a bath and puts them to bed so that I can go out and be with horses. When I come home he has everything under control and doesn't bitch.

Sure he stinks... and is hairy... and can be a complete turd... but hes my stink turd. I love him.

Thanks Poophead... your the bestest. xoxoxo Me so happy. So very very happy.

The hubby when we were first married doing "Tan Dan" He wore all tan and ran around the house "tan danning"... anyway, I keep him hidden because he is a very important man now, so I must hide his identity. This is all you get.