Terrifying Night in Casa de Stilettos

This post isn't going to be long because I have a pounding headache from sinus, as well as tension/anxiety.

Last night, my lab went downstairs about 1:30am which is totally out of character for him. Mr. Marine and I didn't think twice about it till we heard him growling a bit and heard noise outside. Mr. Marine looked out our bedroom window and tore out of the bedroom and flew downstairs...insert panic in this scaredy cat wife!

Our dog doesn't really bark, but we can always tell if it is a stranger or a friend by asking, "Riley, Who's there?" If it is someone he knows, his tail wags and he whimpers to get out and play with the person. If he doesn't know them...he barks. Well, we asked that question last night and he barked his little head off.

All I heard was Mr. Marine yelling, "Get out of here. No, get out of here. We are calling the police."

That was the downstairs scene. Mr. Marine calm and collected. Simply stating the facts!

The upstairs scene where I was:

Running around in my tank and underwear trying to find shorts, pants, jeans anything to put on my lower half. Trying to dial 911, and asking Mr. Marine, "Babe, what do I tell the police...OMG OMG OMG!!!!" Finally, I abandon the search and wrap a towel around my waist...still panicking.

Finally, the guy leaves. I don't shut my eyes the rest of the night and was still paranoid as hell when I walked out of my house this morning.

Apparently, the guy was drunk and thought our house was his house. So he was trying to break into his own house since his keys weren't working...So he kept telling Mr. Marine to "open the door."

Mr. Marine travels a bit and the travel is only going to pick-up...so had this happened 2 days ago I would have been alone in the house.

Results of last nights event:
1. I sleep in a tank AND shorts
2. We are having our alarm re-connected
3. I am paranoid now, which I never was before
4. Mr. Marine is lobbying for a gun which has always been prohibited from my house
5. I have a tension headache that makes me want to shoot my eyes out with aforementioned gun!

Happy Birthday Mr. Marine

Happy birthday to the man of my dreams. Though we have known one another since we met that fateful summer 12 years ago, I never dreamt I would share my life with you. I gave up on you, just in time for you to decide I was the woman you had let slip away. I never thought I'd lead the life of a loving Marine wife...In fact, I still can't believe I got roped into this life :) 

I am so proud of you and the love you have for both me and this great nation. I always joke that the USMC is your wife, I am simply the mistress...but I support you and am happy you chose me to be your sidekick. Very few people find their true passion in life, and you have found yours and I am envious. 

You make me smile when I am furious and want nothing more than to punch you. You make me waffles on Sunday mornings. You know just when to grab my hand and help me get through something I am determined to do alone. You bring me wine, or meet me on the porch steps with a margarita after I have had a long day. You guide me when I feel lost. You keep me on my toes. You always remind me that I can't control everything, and that's ok. You have taught me to be more understanding when things aren't going my way. You have taught me patience. 

Most importantly, you have taught me that with love...we can survive anything.

I hope you enjoy your surprise. You deserve the best. However, my 30th birthday is Oct 30, 2010...so you better start planning!

And We Are Off!

Well ladies, the time has come for me to execute this fabulous surprise for the love of my life. Mr. Marine will be the big 3-0 on Sat so I am taking him on a little getaway that will be all about him! I still can't say what it is because he is a HUGE snoopster and I have been keeping this under wraps for months so I can't blow it now.

If I get a chance tonight, I will write a scheduled post wishing him a Happy Birthday on Sat but I'm not making any promises. There's a ton to do before we leave tomorrow so I am running around like a chicken with my head cut off...

But for now, I will leave you with one of my favorite pics of Mr. Marine and myself. This was taken at a UGA football game 4 years ago but it was our first real "date" even though I had to fly in from Houston (long way for a girl to travel for a date, huh?)

College football season is about to kick-off which means two things: 1) I lose my husband; 2) There will be plenty of beer consumed, food eaten, and parties thrown!

P.S. If his eyes look a bit "off"...well, it was a UGA football game and for you fellow SEC fans that's enough said!

Just cut a woman some slack!

C'mon life..cut me some damn slack!

Blah blah blah...stuff happens but all these little irritations are adding up to one big annoyance! Mr. Marine and I are back on the same page about him being a stinker. He loved the cookies and is sharing them with the guys at work. Thank God because I want those things OUT of my house!

I informed Mr. Marine he needed to work on being more emotional (not his usual boob squeeze kind of emotion either). I am going all out for this 30 birthday and I need a little "Thank you" once in a while. He reminded me that he is Irish and Irish people don't have the emotion gene...but he said he will work on it :)

On to the horrible thing in Stilettos land...I had my hair colored and I had a severe allergic reaction! I mean, my scalp is burned to holy hell with scabs all over, massive itchiness, and pain! And because I was picking at aforementioned scabs, I now have infected hair follicles which has made my neck so sore I can barely move. I am super doped up on Benadryl and am seeing stars I am so sleepy!

Not to mention, I am still working on this uber-surprise for Mr. Marine and I don't have time for this shit!

I am being punished. Whenever I try to control everything, life does this to remind me I am not in control. OK...I get it! Just make my damn head stop itching and I'll promise to be a little less Type-A.

In good news, Mr. Marine and I leave next eek for his big 3-0 birthday surprise. I can't wait to tell y'all all about it.

Yeah, I rock! And so do my cookies!!

In spite of my husband being a bit ungrateful and self-absorbed, I stuck to my plan of making him his favorite cookies. After all, I am giving him a birthday gift EVERY DAY of his birthday month leading up to the big surprise so I couldn't stop just because I wanted to choke him last night!

Today, he will be surprised with Oatmeal & Gumdrop Cookies at work.

Yeah, I pretty much rock! Now someone run along and tell him because he seems to have forgotten!

Pleas tell me I am not alone!

Am I alone in sometimes wanting to put my sweet loving little hands around Mr. Marine's very strong and sexy neck and squeeze!?

Please tell me that on occasion, you ladies do get the urge to choke the dumbness out of your husbands! Please Please Please tell me I am not the only one!

I love and adore my husband but he is driving me NUTS right now. I am usually in withdrawals when he leaves but last night I enjoyed the quiet and tonight I will be baking wonderful goodies for the August Birthday Boy since he is still out of town...possibly while enjoying a nice quiet evening with a bottle of wine!

I know, there are some of my closest friends that would give anything to have their men back in their arms right now. I have been there and it drove me bonkers when women would complain and force me to snap back with, "At least he is home giving you something to complain about."

I just want to choke the stupidity out of this wonderful man because I fear it is taking over my husband.

Please tell me you too occasionally get the urge to grab a dinner fork and poke your husband with it!

Vicksburg, MS...What I remember of it anyways!

Ok - I am beat! I was in the car for 10 hours on Friday and then proceeded to go out with friends and just get ridiculous. Saturday, I could hardly pull myself out of bed. I managed to go get a fabulous lunch in Vicksburg, buy some UGA cups and go back for a nap before the wedding. I didn't drink 1 sip at the wedding after I had such a night before. Sunday, we drove 10 hours back home and now my body is mad. I mean pissed! So I don't know if I have a sinus infection, a cold from the crappy hotel air or am just exhausted. Either way, Mr. Marine's 30th surprise is fast approaching so I may be heading to the doc's tomorrow for some fast acting meds!

Since I don't feel like chatting, I am going to display my weekend in picture form. Enjoy!

[VA and I lookin' hot given the sweltering heat]

[Hannity gave the groom his own personal shout-out. Exclaiming, he "hopes they have lots of little conservatives]

[Mr. Marine and I. Please pardon the humidity hair]

[The girls at lunch in Vicksburg]

[Mr. Marine and I shopping for UGA stuff in Ole Miss country]

[You can dress us up, but you can't take us out]