Just remember, you said I could!

Let me start out this post with a little background history...My dear husband, Jordan, was a complete nay-sayer when it came to the blog. It took me quite a while to convince him that having a blog wasn't a bad thing. In April he finally gave me the green light and thus my blogging journey began. At first I had to force him to check out the blog, but as time has passed he would come home from work and tell me how much he liked my post and how he had showed the guys at work. He was starting to come around, that's right, I'm awesome like that. Then the other day, out of the blue he asks me:

"How come you never write a post about me?"

Uh, for real? Like....I'm allowed?! You really want people to know about...well I won't go there now. But in my mind it was a combination of maniacal laughing Muah ha ha! and me singing the Pussycat Dolls "Careful what you wish for cuz you just might get it!" This was like Christmas, only better! So here it is....Part 1 of the How I met my delicious piece of man meat!

Technically, we met online. Jordan will beg to differ, but that's the truth. I don't lie. And yes, he stalked me for a year before we met online. That's true too, but that's a story for another day. Our first date we were supposed to go out on New Year, and I flaked. I had been at the snow all day and it just didn't work out. Not a good start, huh? So a few days later I got a call from Jordan and he asked if we could do dinner. But I already had plans, with another guy, but asked him if he wanted to come along...yeaaahh....and he said yes! So the first time we met was at Chuck E. Cheese where I had taken my date...my adorable 2 yr old son Mason. (for those of u who I don't truly know being a single mom isn't a subject that I will blog about, sorry! just trying to protect my kiddos!) Talk about throwing him into shark infested waters!! It was lust, I mean LOVE, at first sight. I had a great night of watching Mason tear up Chuck E. Cheese, he had a great night of watching my booty as I played ski ball, before we called it a night. As we went out separate ways he left me a message asking to take me out the next night! OH FO SHO!! I saw that truck he was driving...that boy looked good!

Fast forward to the next night. Dinner for two at Macaroni Grill....drooling right now...Where we proceeded to tell each other every thing known to man that bothers us, annoys us, so on and so on. I mean we laid it all out on the table. My kinda guy. Afterward we talked in his truck for like 3 hours...he totally wanted to make out with me...but we didn't! But here he was bragging to me that he could make a sound just like a flamingo. Whatever. So I did my chicken sound (which I'm AMAZING at) and told him to 'Take that to the bank!' Booya! Then you know what I did. I farted. In his truck. Straight hot boxed it. Yup. I even warned him, which I think was really nice of me. You know what he did. NOTHING! Just laughed! Match made in heaven! We were married 55 days later. We now have 3 kids, 2 dogs, and 1 happy family!

Jordan if you're reading this don't get any ideas! I'm not gonna sing your praises all the time! Next time I'm gonna tell them about our "Honeymoon"....