I am so beyond blessed. As much as I stress at work. On my breaks, I get to look into a forest. If I'm super stressed, I'll drive 3 minutes to a beach, and watch the waves wage war on the sand...

I have to remember that not everyone can take a 3 minute drive and see such beauty. Not everyone can step outside a commercial grocery store and see a forest.

I had a shot day at work. Got off, and dipped my toes in the ocean. No matter all the worry, or all the stress...I love it.

Meaniebutt just spend the last hour giving me a stupid amount of orgasms........ I had to ask him to stop, lol....


Now I'm a limpp noodle.... Love and G'night.....

I *finally* got a text this morning. Rayce has been pardoned. He's safe.

Thank you all for all the kind thoughts, words, PM's, and prayers.

He may not be "my" dog anymore, but he'll always be "MY" dog. :/

I'm instantly sorry for these. I'd had high hopes, while we were at our lil local nature reserve. But hey....they follow da rules. So there's that

It's a fast flowing creek, I'm sure Meaniebutt blogged about it. Due to heavy rains, it was pretty high. And as always...COLD!
Pretty sure you can see the goosebumps on ma legs.... BRRRrrrr!

Instead, I took a page out of our two lil intruder's book. A couple o little ones and their grandma crashed out party. She was taking some awesome pics of the two of them in an overhanging tree. *Ding!* Inspiration!


Total bikini-tree-climbing-bad-ass!

And alright, I guess ya'll deserve a bit of a smile....


And there ya are. My firstest blog challenge in ages.


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No news yet on Rayce, which....I dunno is worse. The not knowing and the waiting, or what the actual verdict will be.

In other news, I've been working what lil bit of an ass off that I DID have. :/ What makes it worse, is I open every day, meaning I wake up at 3am, and hopefully....in bed by 9 at the latest. Which means Meaniebutt, who has been closing every night, get's home around 11:30pm every night. The most I've seen him the past 3 days is when I get woken up from the couch to move to the bed (so about 15 minutes), a few times I've woken up to find him stroking my hair or kissing my face (about 2.5 minutes before I fall asleep again), or before I leave for work, and sneak into the room to kiss him good morning/see you soon.

So today, after a really rough past couple of days mentally, emotionally, and physically, and knowing I'll be coming home to an empty house as my Meaniebutt closes....

....And like magic....he knows. He left the house a good 4 hours before I came home. Yet He drew me a picture on our message board, usually reserved for shopping/to-do lists, but today hosting a flower hand drawn for me. Also, a letter. Full of love, encouragement, and general happy things. AND! He made me a gallon of the iced tea I love so much. To put a cap on all the bragworthy things....he made me dinner I just have to pop in the oven and heat it up.

I am still an emotional mess, but....damn, I am a happy and lucky one.

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GodDamnSonofabitch if I didn't write out an entire blog, a fab one...on my piece of shit tablet....

Went to read it after posting it, and saw it changed fucker to Tucker...so went to edit. MOTHERFUCK if I didn't delete the entire fucker!! LMFAO!

So here goes again....round 2.

I am HOME. I'm so happy to be home at a decent hour! There (was) still daylight! My manager has been on vacation all this week, leaving me in charge of the shop. Which means 6 days this week, 12-14 hours a day...plus a 2 hour commute. *sighs* Such is life, eh?

My Meaniebutt was off today, so he got the dishes, the laundry, straightening up the joint AND the grocery shopping done. He ALSO decided to surprise me with a new blouse, aka. a work shirt. It's an awesome color, and I love it. He got me a sundress too, but for whatever reason, usually the size "small" is a bit roomy on me. THIS "small" was indeed just that. We'll take it back and get some pics for you to see. It really is amazingly cute.

Tomorrow is gonna be.....ugh. I'm grabbing my store manager, and me and my problem child of an associate will be having a sit down. My manager avoids conflict at all costs, literally, ALL costs. So much so that he let's sub-standard performances slide. Me? Guess what. Here's what *I* want, here's what *the company wants* (I assure you, they are in line). Don't do it? You're gonna get counseled. I'm done letting associates get away with murder. I'm totes cool with being the bad guy too. Do it right or don't waste my time...

Which is why I need to have my bosses boss with me for this talk tomorrow. LOL....I have no filter....

Annnnnnnnnnnd.....I think that's all the news you can use, folks. xoxoxoxox

Oh! Hey! How's you doi....oh wait. I'm sorry. You've got a lil crazy on your face... Right there...No, the other side...

No...It's still there. Seriously... RIGHT THERE. OOOoooooh! There ya go! It's gone now.

Anyway, I'm on my way to a hot shower and then bed after a fab meal. Good to see ya again!!!!

Me and Meaniebutt have the day off together. Most of the morning has gone by in a blur of sleep and snuggling.

Right now I'm making a red potato salad with bacon to take to my parents house later. My lil sister is down from college on spring break, so we're gonna BBQ.

It's a lil overcast, but its a beautiful day. Even better because Meanie is here with me.

Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?

You are iron.

And you are strong.

I have no fucking patience. Like....none. I'd ordered this beautiful ring for Meaniebutt. He'd said he'd like to get a cheap silver band for his ring finger, just because. Even if we're NOT married, he felt like he was. So I took it upon myself, and found something perfect. I'd planned on waiting, ya know. Maybe one sunset on the pier. Maybe during or after dinner with my (our) family.

Yeahhh... Not so much. *grins* I checked the mail, saw the package. Opened it in our room, then proceeded right out to where he was relaxing on the couch. Dropped to one knee, and proposed. Like I could keep that ring a secret... it's just too awesome.

So yeah. He said yes. We're not even planning anything. There's no rush. I'm just happy he's mine and I'm his. And the ring really IS pretty damn cool:


Gotta love Tungsten.

I've been in class all damn week. This sitting on my ass for 7-8 hours a day is killing me. So breaking it up with a heartfelt marriage proposal was just the thing