When I was growing up, my only attempt at a pet was a cat we called kitty. Pretty pathetic. And it turns out that everyone in my family was allergic to cats. After a couple litters of kittens we did not want or expect, and a traumatic incident involving the dumb cat lying in the road and a very large truck, I was through with pets. I didn't have so much as a fish the rest of the time growing up. And I was totally ok with that. When I met Skylar, he'd had somewhat of a different pet experience. Him and his dad bred and trained German Short-hairs for hunting. Skylar was even in a magazine with his dog after a competition. He had a love and respect for his pet that I had never experienced. I was curious. So after a year of being married, and wanting to wait a little longer for kids...sorry mom..we got a dog. We adopted him from the pound. I knew he was mine the first time I saw him, because he was competing for my attention with a small Dalmatian puppy. With one swipe of his paw, the Dalmatian was no longer in the picture. I adopted him that day.
We named him Farley and he's an English Springer Spaniel. He's the most obedient, loving dog I have ever met. I gained a new outlook on pets as a whole. A year later, we got another puppy. A chihuahua named Yoshi..much to Skylar's horror.
But he has turned out to be just as fantastic a pet as Farley. They are inseparable now and we love them. So does all our family. We're done with pets now, so the time for kids is drawing nearer. I'm just glad that our children will be born with a couple furry best friends :)
There are some that already know this, but last year Skylar decided to join the Air Force. It was a big decision, and definitely not one that we took lightly. We were living in Phoenix at the time, and things just kept going wrong with jobs, and the places we lived. We were frustrated and in a rut. We both knew that we needed a change. A BIG one. So, he met with a recruiter for the Air Force. I will not forget the look on his face when he walked out of that office. It was relief. From the moment he walked in there, he knew it was what he was supposed to do. I felt the same. Everything clicked after that. We moved back to Thatcher, so Skylar could work before he left for basic training. He leaves August the 29th for Lackland Air Force base in San Antonio, TX. He'll be gone for two months, but I know I'll be fine. Neither of us have felt more sure about anything than the decision to join the military. I know we'll be blessed for it.
Ok..so this will be my third and final attempt at a blog. If it doesn't work this time, then it just wasn't meant to be. I get the whole idea of a blog, and I love reading other people's blogs. I just don't have the patience for it. Things will happen in life that are funny, scary, sad, or exciting and I think to myself, I should get my blog going and write about it. Those who know me well, know that I am impatient and I just want things to be done, with little or no effort from me, haha. But I've learned recently that patience is indeed a virtue, and so I begin another blog while I grit my teeth. There are things that I would like to write about such as family, and things going on in mine and Skylar's life. It's also another creative outlet, that I intend to take full advantage of. So here we go...and bear with me..
