By Popular Demand, I Present... BUSTER!!

Here is our fabulous dog,
 Buster-Brown (known around the block as BB King)
 you know, like the kids' shoe?
For those who have asked,
 he is a pitt-bull/hound mix (or so we think)
 who is a complete wuss.
 Don't be fooled by his awesome tricks -
 he might be book smart, but the whole street smart thing totally eludes him.
 Anyway,
 here is a little montage of all of his tricks.
 Well, most of them anyway.
 He is mostly expected to behave like a child,
 and therefore knows stuff like,
 "Go to your room!"
 and "Get out of the kitchen!"
 and "Tell Mommy when Daddy comes home," which he always does.
 Anyway,
 I hope you are having a great weekend
 and enjoy the antics of our only child lol
 :)

What It Means To Have An Awesome Dog

I have some exciting fun things to announce :)

 First of all, the blog is going to be featured on a fellow milspouse's site at

 To Love A Soldier

which is very exciting

 because I have been emailing with her,

 and she is an AMAZING person!! 

 Yet again I am so happy I began to blog

 because I have met such a vast group of great women.

 Her blog spoke to me more than I think anyone else's has done.

 Her story is so similar to mine,

 her feelings at the beginning of military life and the wisdom she brings is worth so much.

 So she asked me if she could feature me

 on her Different Perspectives page,

 and I happily agreed!

 So look for that coming up :)

 Also, I will be hosting MY FIRST EVER GIVEAWAY

 sometime this coming week

 so make sure you check back

 and follow me on Facebook and Twitter

 so you know when to enter!

 It's pretty cool (especially if you have kids)  :)

 And now for the other reason behind my random post:

 I stinking love my dog.

 I went to the pound my freshman year of college

 looking for a little dog,

 went back "just to see what was there" in the big dog section

 and there he was.

 Just sitting there, not jumping up on the gate,

 not barking,

 just sitting there looking up at me with big sad eyes

 ever so slightly thumping his little tail.

 I took him outside to play,

 and fell in love.

 When I went to take him back inside, he laid down on the gravel and refused to move.

 My heart broke for him.

 They told me he had been there for 6 months,

 his whole life,

 and was set to be put down.

 He was the "star pet of the week"

 even discounted.

 I signed the paperwork and told my mother about it after the fact.

 Now, four years later,

 I still love that dog more than anything else I possess.

 I suffered from chronic depression all the way through high school,

 and one day in college if it hadn't been for that dog

 scratching on the bathroom door and crying

I probably wouldn't be here today.

 I saved his life,

 and he saved mine.

He looks at me and I swear he just gets it.

 Some days, when no one else does.

 He's my best friend,

 my best comforter,

 and I don't know what I'd do without him.

 The other day when I came home from the doctor, the minute I walked in the door

 and saw him standing there staring at me,

 it was as if before I could even do anything he was saying, "I'm so sorry, Mom."

And I laid on the floor with him and cried.

 And he sat there, letting me, and licking my face.

 I love my dog.

 My husband has been amazing through this journey too,

 but there's just something about Buster.

 You know, science says that petting an animal greatly reduces stress?

 I think it's true. 

 Plus,

 my dog can fist pound on command.

 How stinking cool is that??

 :)

 

 

50 Followers!! (And an update)

So yay!!!! First real milestone for the blog reached! I am so blessed to see the big 5-0 finally hit this morning and realize that I am connecting with so many people already. 

On another happy note,

GYN appointment went really well today.

After having waited on this appointment for 5 weeks, I was really hoping SOMEONE would finally give me some answers. 

Luckily the guy understood that (probably when I told him that an almost 6-week period was NOT cool).

So I start labwork tomorrow to check my thyroid levels,

and then on day 21 of my cycle I will have more labs drawn for progesterone

to make sure I'm even ovulating.

Then, I see him back, where he says, "hopefully you'll be seeing me on the OB side instead of the GYN side." He meant well and it was nice, but I just chuckled and said, "I hope." 

I would really like to get pregnant in enough time to where we would have the baby while we were still here at this duty station, and I think once that little deadline passes where it won't matter because it's past the time we'll be here,

I'll probably lose a lot of the stress and that's probably when it will happen lol.

We'll see. I'm just glad that I got a good doctor and he seems to care

and has a plan.

Which already makes me feel better.

So we'll keep trying. 

Until then, this will continue to be my only child:

Not that I mind in the slightest :)

He's pretty darn cute, after all!