My Story Telling.

I had a chat with my wonderful and handsome husband this morning, He kindly let me know I was maybe a dramatic person, he did not come out and say it but I knew what he was getting at, he wasn't telling me I needed to change he was just saying hey when you tell stories you make them dramatic. He promised me it was all in love, and I, was not offended one bit. Am I guilty of this? Yes, yes I am. I tell a story to catch peoples 'eyes'. I don't lie or make anything up, I will simply use a dramatic tone of voice, and really really get into detail on some parts and maybe little, or a lot, less detail on other parts ;) If its a serious story I will tell it like it is but, if its a story that would be "OMG AWESOME" if I told it 'right', heck yeah, you bet Ill tell it that way! Like on a previous post I talked about my birthday present that was a 3500$ vacuum, Was it a 3500$ vacuum? Yes it was. Did we pay 3500$ for that vacuum? No, we did not. We payed a lot.. more than 999$ but less than 3500$, Is it awesome? FETCH. YES. So I might have left out that little detail, that we DID NOT pay 3500$ for a vacuum. Oh, but I would have.

My handsome and wonderful husband has been keeping soo busy with school, he took a billion credits of the Christmas break and is now almost back at school for his last semester taking over the ammount of 'allowed' credits, He had to write a letter to the University to ask for more credits, because its his last semester they said yes. He is taking some really intersting intersession classes right now. One of his classes, for a online project, they had to go to this blog and read it and write about it somehow, do I know how? No I do not. BUT this blog is my new addiction. Its called POSTSECRETS. and. it is. FABULOUS. People go on there and they annonomously post thier secrets. (well actually they decorate a postcard and write it on that and then mail them to the guy, Frank, and he post them.) Its a fantastic idea if you ask me. I love to know things about everything, and even though I dont know the beholder of these secrets, I dont know their name, or where they are from, but, its fascinating. Some of these secrets make my heart ache, some of them make my jaw drop, and some of them delight me sooooo much my eyes get wide and my mouth opens with a huge smile and my heart starts to throb (in a good way).
Here are a couple I just read today that I want to share :) :

To the cute, sweet, innocent little 6 year old girl I pulled out of that car last night, You saved me more than I saved you.

Last night I txt my grandmom 'happy 2012', she replied she loved me and have a great 2012. She died in 2010. Thanks stranger.

The worst part about being lonely is that you have no one to tell.

By not depending on God, I think I found him.

I work for a doctor setting up appointments. I try to schedule people together who I think would make a great couple.

I danced to our song at my wedding, it was my way of saying 'I'm over you'.

I steal medical supplies from my work and take them to third-world countries. They need them more than we do.


There are some secrets so fabulous, or sad that you just have to see the actual postcard it was sent on to even understand/ or not understand the secret. He posts the actual postcard on the blog. I HAVE to buy his books, full of secrets on postcards. They must be wonderful. Im so glad my husband let me stubble across this blog on his opened computer :) I think everyone should take the time to look at it. (FYI: he only posts every Sunday and you can only view the posts from the Sunday that just happened, Make sense? I cant see last weeks posts, only this Sundays post, next Sunday they will be hidden and I will only be able to view the recent ones.)

Have a beautiful day, im trying to even though im at work, Daves at work, and our sweet baby is hanging out with Grandma today for a couple hours so I could get some much needed work done at work today. Oh! I miss his sweet cheeks :)