Two followers!?!

Say werrrtt?!

I have to give a big shout out to mah girl Megan, whose been my number one (and only) follower since the beginning of this blog...thanks for always believing in me! Ha!

I don't blog often enough.  It would be way to random, and the humor would be so odd that it would more than likely frighten people.

So with that said...here's a random thought!

Why can I never get out the door on time?  Every night while going to bed I say to myself, "Tomorrow I am going to get up so early! It will only take me 45 minutes to get ready, and than I am out the door!  I bet I will be to work so early I will be able to leave before 4!"

Hahahahahaha....oh D....your optimism and  enthusiasm is commendable, but your lazy ass will always rule.

I hit snooze five plus times, say 5 more minutes in my head, and just end up lying there thinking of all the things I should be doing.  Than when I actually do get going...I wonder to myself why I couldn't have just gotten up early.  So stupid! 

And the kicker?  I love mornings!  I feel like I am most productive in the morning, I enjoy being up early...but lord oh' lord I just love me some schleepy.

This battle has been going on my entire life. And I don't see it changing any time soon, unless my paycheck gets bigger ;)

Later Days,
DMD

Bubba is two!

Well not quite...but Saturday, my brown eyed baby boy turns two!  I am still trying to find where all that time has gone.

 

 From the moment I heard your heart beat, I was in love.  And when I met you, my love for you was so strong, I thought my heart was going to burst.  I have never known a love like that before, until you came along.  In just those first brief seconds, I saw you had your dad's eyes, your grandma's dimples, your grandpa's ears, and my feet.  I vowed in that moment in time, to forever be your fierce protector with every cell in my body, and I would do anything and everything to keep  you happy, healthy, and to make sure you never doubted how loved you were.

From the day you were born to your first birthday, you grew into this chatty, happy, and funny little boy.  You loved SpongeBob, cookies, books, and your grandpa's.  There was nothing else you would rather do than grab your baby and your nook, curl up on the couch with any of your "papa's" and read a book.  Although we have no idea what you are trying to say, but you talk to us about anything and everything.  You are eternally happy, even if you are throwing your body on the floor in a tantrum...it doesn't take long for a smile to follow.

 And now you are two!! I can't believe all the changes this year has brought.   If I thought you were a talker at one, boy were we in for a treat!  It's all chatter all the time with you.  You know exactly what you want, and you aren't afraid to ask.  With every request, there is a "peez" and "tank you."  You've got some serious rhythm kiddo!  We can turn on any song, and you are shaking what your momma gave you and fist pumping to every beat.  You also have a serious addiction to "ice keen."  You ask for it every morning.   You start to holler out, "Mom! Ice keen peez?  Ice keen! Ice keen!" whenever you see a DQ sign.

You love swimming and playing outside.  You love trucks and playing in the dirt.  When you fall, you stand right up, brush your hands off, and continue running at full speed wherever you were going.
Your Papa's are still your favorite people.  Where they are, you are not far behind...asking them to read you a book, take you outside, or tackling them.
You are one of the funniest people I know, you get it from your dad.  He can make you laugh just by making a noise, and boy does he have a lot of them.

Happy 2nd Birthday Hunter Brian Dube! 
You are my happy, funny, outgoing, brown eyed baby boy.  I love you bubba, now let's PARTY!

Finally!

Today is Patrick's last day of class..EVER.  Wow...that permanent word is oh so sweet.
He is completing his apprenticeship program, and we both have been waiting for this day for a VERY long time.

The last 5 years have been a long, LONG road.  Bumpy, yes.  Tough, yes.  Worth it, ya got damn right!  There were moments when he didn't think he could do it, didn't want to do it, and to be honest...I even questioned if we ever would see this day.  But we have! He made it.  And I am so proud of him, I really can't stop saying it.

This guy and I have been together for a very long time.  Many of you know this.  Most to all of you, do not know the struggles we have been through to get to this place.  Which is ok...every couple goes through there own shit.  We have worked hard to get here.  We have fought hard to be here.  I keep saying we, because that is what I think of us as...a we instead of a him and I.  I celebrate his graduation, as much as he does.

He has worked so hard.  Sacrificed countless nights with his son to finish.  He skipped one class, because I was in labor, but was there the very next night...sending me texts of how much he missed his family.  His dedication to get to this day has been inspiring.  He just put his head down, one day at a time, and did what he had to do.  To guarantee a better future for our family.  He is the man I always knew he could be.

I could go on and on, and bore you to death of my love for this man, but I will save that for another post :)
So tonight...mama is going to be waiting for dada to come home so we can celebrate with totty's! (Drinks pervs) Because my man did it!! And I am the proudest wife in the world!

 

Anudder one.

Again...far too long since my last post, but I was having trouble putting up anything valuable.  Not that I am trying to change lives here or anything, but if I would have posted every thought that came through this blonde dome of mine...you would have probably had me committed.

I have been following multiple blogs lately, trying to figure out what I want mine to be, or what category mine would fit in.  And my conclusion is...I still haven't decided on where I would like this to be.  I keep coming back to my intention of creating it...I say funny ass shit, and my family is funny and that funny ass shit needs to be shared.  My point is, I want it to be relatable.  And I think the thoughts that come into my head (not necessarily out of my mouth...thank god) aren't unique whatsoever so why not share them.  Hopefully people read, and enjoy. 

One of the first things I will need to do is post more consistently.  So I have been conjuring up a whole list of things to write about,  to keep myself entertained and hopefully you along the way.

To truly understand this blog, here is what you should probably know about me before you read this:
I'm blonde...and often have blonde moments.
I'm loud.
I love my family.  Parents, sister, grandparents...the whole fam damily.
I'm sarcastic.
I like my music loud. Really LOUD.  And I like music from Bing Crosby and Johnny Cash to AC/DC all the way to Lady GaGa and 2 Chainz.
I laugh, a lot.  Typically the goofier or lamer it is, the harder I laugh.
I have a dog, who I am obsessed with and treat like a human far too often.  Oh, and I have given him a dog voice.
I have a brown eyed toddler.  And he is THE best thing I have ever done.
I have a dark and handsome husband, We are high school sweethearts.  To say he is my best friend, is an understatement. 
I love food.  Carbs mostly.
I am competitive.  In most situations, unless it has to do with math...than I am all about handing that win to the nerds. 
I am a Dube.  That's Doo-bee.  Not Dub.  And damn proud of it.


Wow...who knew that I could be described so easily.  :)

Later Days,
DMD