Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Truth.

True: Trav and I's relationship is not perfect.

Sometimes we disagree (what couple doesn't?) on certain things. The thing we disagree the most is kinda, sorta, a big thing. It means something to both of us. This topic is: marriage.

To me, marriage is about wanting to spend the rest of your life with one special person. This means you two are there for each other through thick and thin for as long as you both shall live. This is the person you dedicate your life getting to know.  This is the person that you can't find yourself living without, and somehow keep finding yourself more in love with that person every day. This means loving that person through all their faults, and vice versa. It is more than a piece of paper: it's a commitment to that person that you will make it work for the rest of your life, together. I want to be able to wake up every day, thanking God for having such a wonderful husband and life partner.

Trav sees marriage as divorce. This is because he's grown up with divorce. His parent's are divorced, his aunts/uncles are divorced,  his grandma got a divorce, his co-workers are divorced, etc. And it doesn't help that his dad has been married probably 5 different times now and is still not married today. Divorce scares him to death and he does not want to rush into it. It's a big decision and I don't blame him.

I have always grown up with love stories (watching Disney) where there has always been a happily ever after. I have always believed in happily ever afters and have always wanted to find my prince charming. Even my grandma's would tell me how they fell in love with my grandpa, and after they passed away that they would do it all over again in a heartbeat. I have also seen my grandma lying in a hospital telling stories about my grandpa and how she couldn't wait to see him again. That's the kind of love story I want.

Marriage isn't perfect. Problems occur, but the good has to outweigh the bad. But, I believe that when you say til death do I part, then you work out your problems. In today's society, it is way to easy to get a divorce. People imagine their life differently or want something different because they get in the same routine, or their marriage becomes boring. They don't think they can have that something different unless they get rid of the person because it makes their life "easier". Instead, they should communicate, have trust, and change things together. 

Trav and I do agree on one thing: We both don't want to get a divorce. (The only exception for divorce (I believe) is: abuse (physical or emotional), addiction, or cheating.

Since the end of last year/beginning of this year, I have been a little wedding crazed. I think it is because everyone seems to be getting married and that they know that the person that the person they are dating is the person that they want to spend the rest of their life with. I know what I want, but Trav is hesitant. This frustrates me because I hate not knowing and it forces me sometimes to think my life without him, and I never wanted to do that. I don't ever want to be without him. He is everything that I want and is such an amazing person, making me want to a better person just by being around him. I know that I want to be with him for the rest of my life, and he should know too.


I am glad I moved here. But by now, I want to know if I am the one for him - not just a fling. I don't think it's fair to either one of us, if I'm living here, while he waits to figure it out. So I've been beating myself up over this fact, and getting angry with him over something that I probably shouldn't be, knowing that it could destroy us. I'm not a kind of person to be bitter.

I mean - I don't know even know what the rush is for me to get married. (I don't want a big fancy wedding, or nor do I really look forward to planning a wedding) I guess I just want Trav to be able to look at me and say, "Ashley, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life without you. I don't ever want to be without you and I want us to grow old together." A ring gives the feeling of forever.

I also guess that I thought by age 24, my life would be different by now. I thought I would already be married and start to plan to have babies with my hubby. Instead, I am 24, not married, not even engaged, or even know that this person that I'm with wants to spend the rest of his life with me.

Trav had his life planned too: Get married at age 27 and have kids at age 30.

But, nothing ever goes as planned. 

So anyways, why am I in such a rush to get married? I honestly don't know. So I finally decided that whatever happens, happens. I can't force anything and I don't want to make him rush into something he's not ready for. I should enjoy my life and not worry about if he's going to want to be with me for the rest of my life. I know he does, but it will just take him a little more time to see it. God has plans for us.

So last Friday night, we went out with a couple friends. I finally decided to have a drink, because usually I don't drink and it has been a long week. Long story short: usually, only 1 drink will do it for me (I'm such a party pooper!), but instead I got 3 in a row (whoo-hoo, crazy party girl!). It must have not been very strong, but since I normally don't drink, Trav thought I wasn't going to actually remember anything that he asked.

While falling half asleep that night, Trav asks, "Babe, what kind of ring do you want?" I laughed, and asked, "So you are actually planning on marrying me?" His response, "Yes, in five years" I had to laugh too, and I started drifting off back to sleep. 

What is your view on marriage?

Monday, May 9, 2011

Tatum's 1st Birthday

Tatum Jack is now a year old already!


I can't believe Tater was just only a couple of months when we found him and picked him up from the pound. Now, he's a spoiled brat that gets basically whatever he wants.


Due to being super busy, we weren't able to send out invites to all of our fosters and our friends puppies to come over and celebrate with us. We spent Tater's first birthday celebrating with our newest six-month old foster, Boots.


Even though we couldn't find birthday hats, (because that would have been awesome), we instead found puppy ice cream at the grocery store! (Which you can find at your local Fry's).



It's my birthday, and I get ice cream if I wanna....



Happy birthday Tatum Jack! You're the best dog we could ever ask for :) We love you and can't wait to spend our life with you.


Sunday, May 8, 2011

Paintballing

Scott texted us and asked us if we wanted to do some paintballing tonight  (Scott and Sharlene adopted our foster dog, Annie) a $30 value for an hour for free. After my lovely birthday dinner, we were up for it because neither of us have done it before. And what's a couple of fresh brusies? It sounded like fun - until we got there. 


The first thing that happened when we walked into the building was that we had to sign our lives away, like literally (okay, maybe not so much). Then we were taken into a "secret" (okay, not really) room to watch the video. The video consisted of game rules, how to load the gun, and what to do when you get shot. The video made one point very clear: And if anything, don't take your mask off, otherwise your eye socket will get blown out. 


Um, that was not exactly how I wanted to die. After watching the video, everyone started putting their gear on and was super excited. But me? My heart started pounding in my chest. I felt like I was going to have an anxiety attack trying to remember everything that I needed to, because... I was going to be getting shot at and I'm not exactly excited about pain. 


And it probably didn't help that not only were the nine of us going in together, BUT Trav wanted to be on the opposite team of me, so he could get me out. What a loveable boyfriend right?! Yupp, that's what I thought. Then there were some more people who were considered to be more "professionals" then us first timers.


You only live once, and I had to do this. 


I got inside. The refrees told us what we needed to do, and then the whistle blew. (Trav was stuck on my team first) but within the first 30 seconds, he got out. I stayed behind in one hiding place, shooting the people when I saw their heads pop out. Then after five minutes or so, the timer went out. I SURVIVED - I didn't even get shot at!


It was actually fun! But for the second game, I wanted to get a little braver. This time I was ready, but now Trav wasn't going to be on my team. So I had to shoot him.


The second game, I hid behind two different inflatable blocks. This time, I kept my eyes on one person.... and after shooting at them for about a minute, finally, I saw her lift her gun up and run to the side. I shot her!


I started getting a little more confidence for the next two games we played since I never got hit.Trav, on the other hand, didn't end up shooting anyone, and within the first 30 seconds of every game, he would end up getting shot at. 


But then at the last game, all of a sudden, I felt a spray of something close to my head. It was a feeling of too close of comfort, so I ran out, saying I was shot, even if I didn't feel anything. 


I took my mask off and behold, there was paintball splatter on the top. Thankfully, it was on my mask, so I didn't feel anything. After that, I was done for the day, plus our hour was almost up.




We are def. going to be doing this again.


Have you ever been paintballing before?


Saturday, May 7, 2011

Birthday Weekend

For my birthday, we celebrated Trav doing the Warrior Dash, but I did get these from the Travey Poo himself:



Since the Warrior Dash, we decided to celebrate my birthday on Thursday night. The plan was to go out to dinner, but when I got home, I was surprised with:

For my birthday, Trav made me a Creamy Alfredo, and at this point, I was too excited to take pictures because sitting at my seat was a box....
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....inside that box was.....


While taking some new pictures of my favorite bling, I was attacked with kisses:




P.S. On May 1st, we discovered that Osama Bin Laden was killed. Read more about it here. Thank you to all of our wonderful soldiers fighting overseas and in the USA for all of us. Everyone loves and appreciates everything that you do - for us and our country. And a dead terrorist for my birthday is a pretty awesome gift.  


Tuesday, May 3, 2011

French's Crunchy Onion Chicken

I love making this because 1.) It's easy 2.) It's delicious 




**Recipe found on back of French's Fried Onions**


Prep: 5 mins Cook Time: 20 mins


Ingredients: 
* 2 cups (4 oz) of French's Original or Cheddar French Fried Onions
* 2 tbsp. flour
* 4 boneless skinless chicken breasts
* 1 egg, beaten
* Crushed cashews (optional)
* Dash of Pepper (optional) 


Directions:
1.) Crush French Fried Onions with flour in plastic bag.
2.) Dip chicken in egg. Coat in onion crumbs. Press firmly to adhere.
3.) Bake at 400 degrees for 20 minutes, until no longer pink in center.
4.) Enjoy :) 

Warrior Dash 2011

Trav ran the Warrior Dash on Sunday and loved every minute of it! He went with a guy from his work and his family (who even came into town all the way from Indiana). It looked like so much fun, that I must say, that I'm planning on doing it next year!! 


Trav and his buddies were supposed to train for it for months before, but needless to say, that didn't happen. It's a good thing that even though they were jumping through fire, climbing over haystacks, climbing through mud, and other obstacles, at least it wasn't too challenging. Even though, all the guys ended up with battle wounds. 


And man, check out these hunks:


Warrior Dash 2011

 Hot stuff, huh? 


Oh and Trav cleaned off in the hillbilly hot tub, where he loaded up the kiddy pool in the back of the truck, filled it with water, and then bathed in it - butt naked.


I was even more excited that after we got home, Trav shaved his handle-bar mustache that he was growing for the special event.


Bye, bye, bye, silly looking mustache!
Oh, and yes, Sunday was my birthday. Dana, Matt's sweet wife, made some yummy cupcakes :0)




So are you in for next year??!!!