Married Mondays: Our 1st Vacation

Besides little trips to the beach here and there, and our trip to Myrtle Beach last summer before we got married, we really hadn't been on any big vacations until our Honeymoon. I don't really consider trips to the beach a 'vacation', I consider them a favorite past time. I already did a huge post on our honeymoon Here so I won't take the time to write all about it again, because honestly I don't remember it well enough. I also don't have enough time in my day right now so this will have to do for my Married Mondays post for this week. Sorry for being such a slacker :o)

I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!

XOXO,

Married Mondays: Worst Date

Jason and I haven't really had too many dates. He left me 3 weeks after we met to come to Alaska, and has pretty much been here ever since. We have had a worst date though. I came up here and lived last January for three months, so I was here for Valentine's Day. I had already told him not to get me anything because I didn't have a job and couldn't afford to get him anything, so we had already decided we weren't doing anything special for stupid Valentine's Day. Well, he had been gone the whole week before, and got home on Valentine's Day. I had been stuck in the house all week, and wanted to get out, and I told him that. So I got up super early--like 8 a.m., which is super early for me--and took a shower, so OBVIOUSLY I was planning on getting out of the house. I finish getting ready and the chode is asleep in the recliner!!! I was already hormonal, and missing my family--so pretty much an emotional wreck. I locked myself in the spare bedroom for the rest of the day and cried. I was so mad at him for going to sleep because I had been stuck in the house all week and needed to get out.

Well I was already in a bad mood, and then he comes in and after pretty much BEGGING, convinces me to go to the movies and dinner with him. Turns out, we are going to the movies to meet up with a guy that he works with and his wife, and I don't find out about this until we get out of the truck and see them walking towards us!!!!  I was so mad, because he KNEW I was in a horrible mood, and I just couldn't get rid of it like that. So I had to be around this couple that I barely knew, and put on a pretty face and pretend to be happy when I was the farthest thing from happy. Anyways, I put on my happy face towards them, but continued to let Jason know with glares behind their backs that I was PISSED. I got over it, and knew that we would get some alone time after the movie.

NOT! We are walking out of the movie and Jason's friend is like "so where do ya'll want to eat??" I'm thinking "SERIOUSLY??????" So needless to say, we spent another hour with them, another hour that I had to put on a happy face when I was FUMING inside.

Jason now knows that 1. When I'm in a bad mood--do not put me in a situation like that and 2. IF you are going to take me out on Valentine's Day, do NOT take me on a double date. Poor thing--that was the first time I think I really blew up on him, and he didn't know WHAT to do :o)

So that was our worst date...not terrible, but I was not a happy camper!

XOXO,

Married Mondays: Toot Toot!

Ohhh man. This is an embarrassing one. This weeks 'Married Mondays' topic is about pooting :o) Who 'tooted' first?

Now if you know me, I mean REALLY know me--you know that I'm not too embarrassed to poot in front of people--ONCE I get to know them. I have never understood the gals that couldn't poot in front of their boyfriends or husbands. I mean yeah, I usually wait a few months until I'm comfortable around them, but I could never marry someone that I couldn't poot in front of. That was always one thing I had to have in a man: one that accepted my poots, ha! If they didn't, I would blow up!

Well, there is no question as to who pooted first--obviously it was him. It just wasn't a big deal--you know, guys fart all the time--so unfortunately there is no funny story to go along with it. So I will tell you about the first time I pooted in front of him--the night I met him :o)

From the time we all got to Jason's friends house, Jason was CONSTANTLY burping. And I mean burping like I have never heard before. LOUD and CONSTANT. And not just because he was drinking--he burps like that ALL THE TIME. I was trying to get Jason to teach me how since I CANNOT burp--it just doesn't happen, ask anyone. Anyways, I guess the 'friend' that I was with that night thought it would be funny to try to embarrass me and tell everyone that even though I couldn't burp, I could "fart on command". Too bad for her, and lucky for me--I didn't care. I wasn't trying to impress these guys and didn't really care what they thought of me. Sadly, they thought it sounded pretty cool and wanted to see for themselves. Here is a little history on this "farting on command" thing--when I was little, and complained about a stomach ache, my mom always said it was gas. She said that if I would put my butt up in the air, I would poot and feel better since gas rises! Ha! Yes she was full of it, but guess what? It works! Everyone should try it next time they have gas pains! ha!!!! Ughh, this is embarrassing. Anyways....

The guys wanted to see this "farting on command". I told them I would only do it if someone else would do it with me. So of course, gassy Jason agreed. We were outside so someone had to give me their flip flops to put my knees on, and Jason and I got down on the ground and into position. Before everyone knew it, I farted and they were all dying. They thought it was hilarious, and honestly--it was :o)

So that's the story. Jason swears thats what made him realize that he had to have me and that I was the one for him--think he is lying?? On another note, the first time he came to my apartment I walked in my bedroom (my bathroom was in my bedroom) and he was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, door wide open, reading a Cosmopolitan. That makes me feel better :o) That's why we work so well together, we're not shy at all.

Hope you enjoyed my pooting story--don't judge me! :o)

XOXO,

Married Mondays: Describe Your First Date

Sadly, I can't really remember a 'first date' that Jason and I had. We never had an official first date. Everytime we went out to eat we were with other people, so I don't really count those as first dates. He did come to Greenville the Friday that we left for our 'beach trip'--remember? The weekend we 'fell in love'?? ha! Anyways, he came to Greenville to get something done to his truck before his big road trip across the country, and we had breakfast at Chick-fil-A ( I didn't eat, I was too nervous), and we had lunch at Arby's--I finally ate, I was starving. Then we went and got my eyebrows waxed--while he watched, pretty embarrassing for me, amusing for him :o) That was the first time we were alone together, so I guess that could count as our first date :o) Nothing special, but we enjoyed ourselves. Obviously :o)

This is from one of our 'first dates' I guess.

We were at a Kinston Indians game :o)

Married Mondays: How Did You Meet?

Ha. How did Jason and I meet? Pure luck, in my opinion. Lets see if I can do a recap without confusing everyone :o)

Oh MySpace. Some guy saw me on my friend's MySpace page, and was 'interested', so he talked to her and she talked to me and we ended up getting each other's numbers and talking. She knew the guy, so it wasn't anything TOO crazy :o) We talked for a few weeks and decided to finally meet up, so me and my friend drove to Kinston to meet him and his friends and go camping with them. Well, luckily--me and the guy did NOT hit it off. But my friend hit it off with one of his friends.

The next weekend, she called me wanting me to go with her to hang out with him and some of his friends. Finally I gave in and went with her. We get there and Stephen is there (the guy my friend liked, and Jason's best friend), and Jason and another guy. We just sat around and hung out, Jason had been drinking for a while at this point and was pretty much hanging out by himself, riding the 4-wheeler, being a loser :o) So the rest of us were hanging out talking for most of the night. Towards the end of the night, I decided I wanted to ride the 4-wheeler, which happened to be Jason's. He wouldn't let me ride without him--he thought I would wreck it or something--so he drove me. Eventually, I wanted to drive so he let me drive. But before he let me drive he told me I had to give him a kiss. I told him no and started to drive off, and he CUT THE 4-WHEELER OFF! After a couple rounds of this BS, I finally gave in and gave him a PECK. Then, every couple hundred feet, he would cut the 4-wheeler off, and make me kiss him again! By this point, we were in a full blown make-out session, ha! (Sorry Mama's for the Too Much Information!!). In case you were wondering, this was obviously a drinking night--I mean look at this boy--I obviously had my beer goggles on that night! HA!!!! No, I'm kidding--he wasn't that bad, his hair was just an afro, and he had hair hiding his pretty face :o)
We obviously exchanged numbers when my friend and I left that night, and texted over the course of the next two days. That Sunday, he told me he really didn't like texting and would rather not text anymore. I was a little upset, until I realized that he meant he would rather call me instead :o) We talked alllllll week, for hours and hours every night--and we both knew it wasn't going to go anywhere since he was moving to Alaska in a couple of weeks. He did however tell me all week that I would eventually find a man that treated me good, blah blah blah. We decided to all go to the beach that next weekend--the week after we met--and we stayed at my family's beach house in Swansboro. I like to claim that as the weekend that we fell in love <3.

Here he is at the beach that weekend--a wooly mammoth! :o)

Later that night we were talking on the phone, and I was complaining about how I missed him already and wished he was with me in Greenville. He got off the phone because he was going to go to his friends house for a little while. I was alone at my apartment and about an hour later got a knock on my door and it was HIM. I was so happy, and to make things a million times better, he had SHAVED HIS HEAD and DAYYYYYUMMMM. He was even hotter than when he was a wooly mammoth!

So there is the beginning of our story. I love it, and we still love talking about it to this day--I could talk about it a million times and it makes me laugh and smile and want to cry every time because I know we got so lucky meeting each other. The timing was perfect, the situation was perfect, even though he was moving to Alaska and it didn't seem so perfect at the time--it was :o) I told him that weekend at the beach not to play games with me, if he liked me he needed to be completely open and honest with me, because he was leaving in three weeks and we didn't have time for games. So we got to skip over all of those stupid games people usually play when they are trying to 'catch' a guy or girl.


So who would have thought I would meet the man of my dreams, after dating two of the biggest losers on the face of this earth, and that it would be SO easy?? Certainly not me! It's amazing how the man up stairs works. And WHO would have thought we would spend 3 weeks together and then him move 4,000 miles away, and we would end up married a year later? And WHO woulda thought that I, out of all people, would end up living in ALASKA? I definitely wouldn't be here for anyone other than him, thats for sure :o)


I love my boo boo!


Happy Monday!


XOXO,

Married Mondays: Introduce Your Spouse

***Girls doing the Married Mondays--if you click on the 'Married Mondays' Icon below, it will take you to the blog that hosts 'Married Mondays', and you can add your blog in so others can see your Married Mondays post!

Meet my husband--Jason Lee Mozingo.

He's a special one :o) As I have mentioned numerous times in my previous posts, he is the sweetest man I have ever known, and I don't know HOW I got so lucky to not only find him, but to hook him and reel him in!

Jason is a Gunner's Mate in the Coast Guard. The only thing I can tell you really about his job is that he handles the weapons and ammunition, and also is a small arms instructor--AKA--he teaches people how to handle and use guns, and gets them certified to use them. He will probably have tons of corrections to add to that when he gets home and reads this, ha! He loves his job, mainly because he LOVES guns. He 'collects' them and sometimes I think he regrets marrying me because he could have stayed single and would have a house full of guns by now....Too Bad :o) Not only is he a hard worker AT work, he is also a hard worker at home. He does SO much around the house, sometimes I feel guilty. He just gets in these 'moods' and you can't stop him. It almost annoys me because I just want him to SLOW DOWN, but there is no stopping him when these moods hit him. So it's either join him in a cleaning frenzy, or sit back, relax and enjoy the show :o)
He can also be a 'romantic' sometimes. When we went on our honeymoon he had all of this (above) waiting for me when we got to our stateroom, plus chocolate covered strawberries later on that night. It was pretty romantic :o) He has also been known to run me a nice hot bath, complete with candles around the tub, a glass of wine and an iPod with relaxing music-he even gave me a foot rub while I enjoyed my bath--isn't he sweet? Aside from the 'big' sweet things he does--he also does little sweet things throughout the day, everyday. And I know most of you ladies can agree, its the little things that mean the most. Anytime we go somewhere he turns on my seat warmer in the truck so it will be warm when I get in. He always opens doors and makes me go first, he even opens my car door most of the time. He holds my hand when we walk outside so I don't slip and fall. He lays on my side of the bed at night while I'm brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed, so it will be warm when I get in. He always refills my drink when he gets up to refill his. I should have known he was a sweetie from the beginning--people always told me, if a guy treats his Mama well, he will treat you well...and he loooves his Mama and his sister :o)
He's a manly man, and doesn't like for me to question his ability to do manly man things. He wants to carry ALL of the groceries when we get home from the grocery store, any heavy lifting is done by him, and anything that needs to be put together--that's his job. I don't mind putting things together--but he won't let me. Maybe he doesn't trust that I can do it the right way? Ha. He is very obsessive compulsive--he likes for things to be very organized and alphabetized as much as possible. He has an excel spreadsheet created for anything you can think of, and you guessed it--they are all alphabetized. Everything from movies we own, to movies we want, furniture we own, furniture we want, guns he owns, guns he wants, etc. I told you, he's a special one :o) It's a good thing he is the way he is though, because I am the exact opposite and we definitely need order in our lives.

Even though he is a manly man, he is also a silly billy a lot of the times.....scratch that. MOST of the time. He is a big ol' goofball. He is always impersonating someone, or quoting movies or just acting stupid in general. He has these crazy voices that he talks to the cat in, and I swear thats why she likes him better. Let me just say--the good Lord picked a good person for me to live in Alaska with, because he keeps me pretty entertained most of the time and if it were anyone else, I probably wouldn't have made it this far :o)

So that's my husband. A silly, sweet, handsome, genuine, manly, obsessive compulsive, neat freak, loving, big-hearted man :o) I couldn't have picked a better one, and I can't wait to see what a great Daddy he turns out to be! I'm actually a little scared that Paislee is going to come and steal all of my attention. I do know one thing--she will give the boys a hard time because she will know what a good man is, and will not settle for less!

Well, there ya go. Hope ya'll enjoyed getting to know my man!


XOXO,

True Life: I'm a Blog Stalker

As my blog stalking skills are getting better, I am finding quite a few interesting blogs here lately. Sometimes I feel pretty silly, following blogs of people I don't know--but if they are anything like me, they like followers! So I hope they don't mind me!

Anyways, I stumbled across this blog through Kelly's Korner a few weeks ago, and she follows THIS blog and posted yesterday about something called "Married Mondays". Ya'll confused yet? Anyways, Married Mondays are posts that you obviously do on Mondays, and they are obviously about your marriage (or lack thereof for you single ladies) :o). She has different topics for every Monday, for both Married and Single ladies, and since I have been running out of things to blog about here lately, I thought I would give it a try. I'm a little late this week, so I think I'm just going to make-up this weeks post another day this week so I can be on the same schedule as everyone else. Anyone else wanna join in on the fun? This weeks topic is: Introduce Your Spouse.

We have our weekly appointment today, keep your fingers crossed for some news!

XOXO,