first family pet. well, of the four legged kind.

we wanted a dog. like, SO BAD. but it's just not in our cards at the moment, mainly because our rental agreement CLEARLY and boldly states (in several places) a NO DOG policy. we even called to double check if they would reconsidered; nope, nada. made zilch progress in that area.

CATS ONLY.

i've never had a cat before. but i've met my fair share of evil, biting, pee-where-you-please, furniture ruining, skittish balls of shedding fur. not my idea of the kinda pet i wanted setting up camp in our home.

is there such thing as a sweet, affectionate, playful, sleep-on-your-feet, follow you around like a dog, lap cat?

i can dream right?

i LIKE dreams that come true. doesn't everybody?

we (joe & hens & me) spent our saturday meeting all kinds of kitties and cats that needed adopting. little ones, playful ones, old ones, sleepy ones, down right mad ones, and then... our dream cat, vivian!

talk about a lover!

interview, call, sign! and there we are driving home with our maow-ing kitty-cat with henry in the back seat full of reassurance, "it's okay vibian, we're almost home."

did you know there are like a million rules of how to help your new furry friend adapt to its new home & family? neither did i! but there are! and our dream cat? she didn't go through any of it. the second she stepped outta her kennel, she was simply home.

playful & cuddly & purrrfect! all my evil kitty fears have been laid to rest.

she so instantly is apart of our family. and strangely enough, in ways i thought a dog would be, not a cat. let the record show, i stand corrected.

what a ray of sunshine our newest addition to our family is. so much love!

p.s. fact! she plays fetch. fetch!!! she's a puppy in a kitty-cat body.

i'm sexy and i know it.

i don't know why, but every morning after my not-so-grueling-twenty-minute-shred-sesh i find myself tuning in to some morning hip-hop.

particularly this song:

(*disclaimer* don't watch if speedos make you squeamish)

LMFAO Sexy and I Know It <-- silly blog bugs. click me!

and let's be honest. hip-hop? totally and not really my scene. yet here i am, seat-belt dancing in rush hour traffic and lipping; "ahh, girl look at that body. girl look at that body. girl look at that body. i work out."

and you know what? it's outta my "bean-pushing-double-checking-numbers-are-my-friends" box.

and it feels gooooood.

#wigglewigglewiggle.

that is all.

moto.

it was saturday, the first (no, wait the second!) day in ohhh, i don't know, we'll say four months? that i actually lifted a weight, got sweaty, felt the burn, worked-it-out.

it's monday and i'm still burning! every step my thighs are full of prickly-pain. lifting my arms over my head? shoot. i almost needed help getting dressed this morning! ya see what i'm saying here? my muscles are sore. to the point that i'm getting funny looks while hobbling down the halls at work. when did i get so weak? my poor pitiful muscles.

welp, that little statement is on it's way out the door!

time to shape it up. thirty is not the age i pictured myself feeling old and frail (and i DO, feel old, feel frail). and if i'm being completely honest dusting off the "fat" jeans + eating my most favorite junk food dish - NACHOS! one to two times a week isn't really doing anything beneficial for my figure or self esteem. nor is spending 6 straight hours in bed watching the vampire diaries, but i'm not exactly ready to toss that one out the window ;). i have a vampire fetish that needs quenching, judge me, i've come to terms with it. closet sci-fi junkie.

fat jeans? i refuse to dust you off!

nachos? maybe not so often.

working out? i don't see it as a choice anymore... i can't. no really! if i do, i can sooo very easily talk myself into a nacho-couch-vampire-fat jeans kinda day.

plus! i have this hot husband spotting me on the weight bench. how's that for motivation? *rawr*

so, here's to 20 minutes a day (i'm a slow starter), spent doing a little something special for my bod.

SMILE! it's picture day!

i will laugh SO hard if this is the face he shoots the camera man today.

oh boy oh boy, are my boys... BOYS!

i am seriously out numbered by my boys. deprived of all things girly and subjected to all things boy, which includes, but not limited to:

• farts.
• burps.
• tron battles.
• sumo wrestling.
• name calling; fart-face, fart-brain, fart-butt, fart-head... you get the picture.
• hot wheels.
• bare-butt wagging.
• etc.

"boy" love, though, is quite the treat to receive. my boys made me this card sunday morning, and were so so so excited to give it to me. like wayyyy too excited. and this missy-miss knows when her boys are up to something...

totally sweet right?!

that's what i thought too. *heart melts*

"open it! open it!"

yep. that's my boys for ya <3.

they were soo tickled with their "sweet" card. so tickled. we all laughed till our bellies hurt, and then declared it fridge art.

boy love. it's amazing. i wouldn't trade it for anything. in the whole wide world.

send him home.

you would think that as time passes by, things would get easier. that the obvious void of his absence would fade, that i would get "use" to doing things on my own, use to being alone. that the sting of him being away wouldn't pain me as much as it did the day we parted. you would think.

but it hasn't gotten easier. day after day, it's harder. the longing grows stronger, the needing gets needier, the missing turns endless, alone feels lonely, and tears fall more often, more frequently. it's heavy here at home. it's that feeling that you're living day in and day out, but you're not alive. you're not whole.

i.am.not.whole.without.him.

he is my heart, my better half, my soul's mate, my best friend, my truest confidant.

he.is.my.home.

and i'm incomplete without him.

we had no idea what this time apart would look like. but the good Lord has blessed us with a love that knows no bounds. a love so deep it aches. a bond that time and distance can't touch (take that, navy!). it's the truest truth we've ever known.

it's hard, it hurts, to be separated. but i've never felt closer, loved deeper, or been more thankful in my days on this earth, than i am now. and that's a fact.

someday soon, we find out where the navy will send him for C school: camp lejeune in north carolina or camp pendleton here by home. we have this gut feeling that he'll be going to camp lejeune. i know God will send him where He needs him. but i pray, and i hope, and i pray some more that God sees how much we need him here at home.

please Lord, send him home. send him home to me & henry.

there are days...

there are days that seem like they'll never end, that things will never go your way, and that just plain make you cry for no good reason. these days are far and few between. but alas, they exist.

BUT! there are also days that fill your heart to the brim. they start at about 3:30ish in the morning (thank you lover-pie for your amazing loving morning emails/text/pics/vids). they fly by in a blur from about 8a to 5p. and slow down and melt your heart with hours of mr. henry conversations, until the sun has long since set. and when night time draws it's curtains? there's pillow talk with my sailor, some 2 thousands miles away. these days are the ones i live for.

and today? today, is a heart-to-the-brim day <3