Make-up on and Legs shaved....

Oh my poor neglected blog…. Thankfully they are not giving out parent of the year awards to bloggers , if so I would rank somewhere right there with balloon boys parents. I have been so busy and my blog is one of the casualties of my chaotic life.

So Jay left almost a month ago and oh my God has this been hard. Him being gone is without a doubt one of the hardest things that I have had to deal with. Here I am though, almost a month later and still functioning on a daily basis, make up on and legs shaved (well ok they aren’t shaved EVERY day but come on). We are finally getting into a routine when it comes to talking to each other and that makes things a little bit easier. Thank God for Skype and Meebo. My phone is ALWAYS by my side, I jump whenever it rings, and then get pissed at whoever called because they got me all excited. My new hobby consists of buying things to send to Jay, packing it perfectly inside the teeny tiny so called “LARGE “ flat rate box and taking pride in the fact that a grain of rice couldn’t find a spot to hitch a ride to Iraq even if it wanted to. I allow myself extra time at the post office for conversations with the mail people who are always most curious about what is in this week’s package and if he received the one from last week. The lady always ensures my customs forms are perfect and that I don’t list items like tobacco that cause delay so that he receives everything quickly. The guy at the Post Office always asks about Jay first and my Pit Bulls second since he just so happens to be a Pit lover and rescuer himself. Such sweet people! They even help me stuff and tape boxes when I’ve tried to put in way more than what would naturally fit. Yeah, you try fitting a queen sized pillow in a “large” flat rate box. It is crazy how supportive people that you don’t even know can be. The best story so far is the Lady at Target…..

I was shopping for some last minute things to put in Jay’s box and I was wearing the shirt that he got me that says “My Soldiers Got Your Back”. A sweet lady who was working at Target stopped me and said “ I love your shirt, my son just joined the Army and I’m so scared for him. How do you do it? Where is your soldier?“. All I said was “My soldier is in Iraq” and her eyes immediately filled up with tears and she gave me the biggest hug, which of course made me cry. There we stood two complete strangers hugging and crying in the middle of Target. It was an incredible moment. She had no idea who I was or who Jason was but she hurt for us and she was grateful for both of our sacrifice. Which that one still gets me, when people say “tell your soldier thank you”, It is by far the most proud that I have ever been of someone in my life, I love it and I appreciate it. The thing that really gets me though is when they tell me thank you for my sacrifice, as if I’ve done something. My sacrifice is not even large enough to be mentioned next to the sacrifices that he is making. I always say thank you politely but it always makes me feel selfish to acknowledge gratitude that I do not deserve.

So 134 more days until he is home (tentatively of course and I hate that damn word by the way). I miss him more and more each day and with missing him I love him more and more as well. I can’t wait for him to get home so that I can feel his arms around me, kiss his pretty lips and just watch him laugh and enjoy our life together. So please keep him in your prayers until he returns and in the meantime I’ll keep my make-up on and my legs shaved (for the most part) .

On my mind....

There is so much on my mind I can't even dedicate a post to one thing in particular....

When I tell you that my boyfriend is in the Army and that he is getting ready to deploy the correct response is never " Oh, well I knew someone who died in Iraq" or " Has he ever killed someone?" REALLY ? I mean WTF none of the above are appropriate responses.... EVER.

I have so much to do before I transfer to GSU. They make the process long and rather ridiculous.

I am on a mission to get super organized this summer as well as pay off both of my credit cards, and get an incredible tan.

I found out that I got a raise today! YAY!

I will be featured in the Central Florida Concierge Association news letter in August. Complete with a bio and picture. Next month I will also become a member.

I can't wait to see Jay in these next couple of weeks. I miss him terribly, and I love him more and more each day! I can't wait to see what the future holds for us !

I'm also missing 'Busa and Beulah more and more each day. I miss Bella as well but I know that she is WELL taken care of with my mom and I will get to see her in a few weeks when Mom comes to visit. I hope they all still love me and aren't too mad at me when I go pick them up. I keep wondering if 'Busa and Beulah think that I abandoned them like their previous pathetic excuses for owners did and if me leaving is going to make them regress.  As stupid as it sounds I wish that for 30 seconds they could speak and understand what was going on so that I could explain why I had to leave for a few months. Anyone have Dr. Doolittle's number?

I got a new planner today and I LOVE it! It is black, white and apple green.... a color scheme you will be seeing more of in the future! ;)

My room looks like a hurricane came through here....I mean maybe it did I am in florida after all....

Jay and Tay

My wonderful boyfriend showed up first thing Monday morning to surprise me in Orlando. It had only been a week since I had seen him last but already I was missing him like crazy. He got the address from my roommate and let her know that he would be here for the weekend. He had duty the night before so he was running on no sleep but he made the 4 hour drive anyway. He called at 9 am ( which is when he normally gets off) and told me that he was off of work and was about to go to sleep. As soon as we hung up the door bell rang. Much to my surprise there he was! We spent a great few days together. I showed him around my building, we floated around the lazy river , we went shopping and he even taught me how to golf! We played 2 of the 4 courses on the property and we laughed most of the time (that is when I was not getting frustrated with myself). He was a great teacher and very encouraging. I even made par on one of the holes! I will have to say one of the greatest moments of these few days was when we got stuck on the golf course in the rain. We drove the golf cart off the path and under some low hanging trees and there we sat just me Jay and the rain. It’s was incredibly sweet and these are the moments that I will always cherish! Any amount of time that I am able to spend with him is nothing short of incredible but with our days before his deployment being limited I want to spend every last second laughing, loving and making memories with him.



He is leaving at the end of this month to go back to Iraq and oh how bad it hurts! I mean how is this even fair? I just got him back! For those of you who don’t know, Jason and I dated for about a year and a half when I was in high school. We were incredibly in love but way too young. We broke up, he joined the Army, I transferred schools to the University of Memphis and we both began our lives without one another (even though I’ve always known that he was the one). He later called me before he left to go to Germany just to let me know that he was leaving and to tell me that he would always care about me. I wanted to tell him then that I still thought about him often and that I still loved him but I didn’t want to burden him with all of those emotions right before he left. He seemed strong and sure about the decisions he was making in his life and I certainly did not want to be the one who made him call those choices into question. So I told him that it was good to hear from him and to be safe and that he would always be in my prayers. I cried for days after talking to him and I beat myself up for just letting him go so easily. I figured that if it was what he wanted then he would make it known. So a few years went by and here we are now, back together and happier than ever. It’s bittersweet and slightly ironic. We go all these years without one another and then FINALLY everything is right in our world once more and now he will be leaving for 6 months! It just really does not seem fair (hold your “life isn’t fair speeches” It’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to).



I know this is the military life, I knew what I was getting myself into, and I understand that I am being incredibly selfish. But just to think about him leaving feels like someone is literally sucking the air right from my chest. It’s almost unbearable and the closer it gets the more emotional I get. I never knew that I could love one person so entirely. I mean it’s crazy I truly feel invincible with him by my side. He brings this sense of peace to my life that I’ve never experienced. I can just be myself and that is enough for him. To hear his voice or see his sweet face puts a smile on my face like no other. I am terrified, mad, sad, and any other emotion that you can think of, at the thought of him leaving but I know that we will make it through this. We are both strong individually and our strength as a couple is even greater. I am so very very proud of the incredible man that he is and I am so thankful to be able to call him mine once more. I will miss him dearly but he is well worth the wait!

So until he returns I will be patiently waiting for my soldier, my friend, my love.

What's in a name you ask?

So for those of you who know me (as if there is anyone interested in my blog who doesn’t know me ) the name of my blog obviously makes sense to you, but I feel the need to explain anyway. Ok the blondie part is self explanatory, I’m blonde…. (Interesting stuff huh?) And the Bulls? Those would be two of my four babies. My Pit Bulls Hayabusa (or just ‘Busa for short) and Beulah . No I don’t love them any more than the others , they have just had such a different and profound impact on my life.

It ALL started with ‘Busa . He was my first rescue and my first Pit Bull. He was skin and bones and terrified of his own tail, literally. I didn’t have any experience with the breed. All I had ever heard about these dogs was negative, but I found it hard to believe that an ENTIRE breed of dogs were vicious man eaters. So I decided to give ‘Busa a chance. He escaped from a fighting ring where he was used as bait. Yes I said bait. This innocent, trusting, beautiful soul was used as live bait for the fighting dogs. At the hands of a cruel human ‘Busa was beaten to submission, muzzled and thrown in the rings unable to defend himself ( he was muzzled as to not injure the money making fighter dogs). He was deathly afraid of men and anything that resembled a stick. I had every intention of only fostering ‘Busa until I could find him another home. That idea went right out the window the moment I met him. He was so tiny and so afraid. We had to carry him in the house because he was so understandably untrusting of humans. I wanted terribly to keep him but I knew that could only happen if he was able to get along with my Pomeranian, Bella. So we brought ‘Busa inside and put him down, he saw Bella and his tail immediately went from between his legs to straight up in the air. He no longer cowered but seemed to have all the confidence in the world. He ran straight towards her. My heart fell to my feet, I knew what was about to happen was not going to be good. What was I thinking bringing this Pit Bull in my house? He is going to tear Bella to shreds and there will be nothing I can do to stop this “vicious” Pit Bull once he gets started. This could not have been any farther from what was actually about to happen. As soon as he got close to Bella he stopped, began wagging his tail uncontrollably, he bowed his head and lifted one paw and swatted at her, begging her to play with him. Well true to Bella’s diva like nature she growled, barked and snapped at him in one fell swoop . How dare another dog try and play with her. Well ok this was sure to start a fight right? She just tried to bite him. Nope, he just rolled over on his back as if to say he was sorry. That was it for me, he was now my baby.



Little did I know that this one precious dog would change my life forever. As most Pit Bull owners know the moment you tell your friends and family that you have a Pit bull they freak out. You receive all sorts of negative feedback : “that dog is going to turn on you one day “,“ that dog is going to kill someone” and just about anything else that you can think of. I became incredibly frustrated at the amount of ignorant statements geared towards my beloved little boy. So I set out on a mission to help change the image of this breed. I researched ( and continue to do so) anything and everything about the breed: history, temperament, training methods, the best local dog trainers, just anything and everything . I can’t get enough . After all knowledge really is power. So I joined a Pit Bull advocacy group but I couldn’t stop there. I began rescuing (over 20 dogs in 2009) and through rescue I came across miss Beulah Grace my second Pit Bull .

Oh Beulah…. That’s all I can really say about her. She was only 5 months old and frankly she was a holy terror. Once again I was going to foster this beautiful little dog. I didn’t need another rescued Pit Bull of my own to train and socialize. But Beulah and I bonded immediately and I mean immediately. She had a rough start as well in life. She was with a drug dealer who got arrested for his third felony drug charge and when the warrant was executed animal control was called to pick up Beulah ( well at this point in time the shelter had named her Mary Jane…. She was a drug dealer’s dog…. Get it?)She had an open wound on her hind leg that was infected as well as a few other cuts and she had an attitude that would have scared the hell out of Satan. Which is also where her nickname Lucy comes from, that’s Lucy as in Lucifer. She was in the shelter for a little over a month. Which I don’t know if any of you have been back in the kennels at an animal shelter but it is incredibly stressful just to walk through there much less live there for a month. She developed some resource guarding issues in the shelter such as guarding her food and anything else that she perceives as high value such as toys or her spot on my pillow. And she also had some dog aggression issues, not with every dog just the ones that she doesn’t like. I’m telling you she’s a complex creature. Lol Anyway, so I picked her up from the lady who actually went and got her from the shelter and who would also later become a very dear friend of mine. I put Beulah in the car and off we went. She was a little intimidating. The others involved in her rescue were actually concerned about her riding home with me because she was pretty unpredictable. On the way home she tried everything possible to be able to sit in my lap and she finally settled on just resting her paw in my lap (which she still does to this day). And when I actually just looked into her HUGE green eyes it made me cry. She just had this look that longed to be loved and pet and it seemed that the only thing in the world she wanted to hear was that she was a good dog. To make matters worse that song “somebody’s baby” came on the radio while we were driving home….. yeah, yeah I know it’s a song about a guy and a girl but it made me so sad for Beulah because, well she was nobody’s baby .This confused little dog belonged to no one. Well not for long. I had to have her. I mean who else was going to deal with her antics? Keeping her was one of the best decisions. Some who know her would argue because she is a handful and she is pretty intimidating in attitude and appearance but she is mine and I think she is perfect. And she just so happens to be incredibly fond of me as well.



So long story short, ok there is nothing short about this post, I love my bulls. They have taught me not to be so quick to judge, to trust even if you have been hurt and more than anything to forgive. I can’t imagine my life without these two silly dogs! Giving them a second chance at life is the least I can do for all the laughs, licks and love they provide me! So to all of you Bully haters out there all I have to say is you truly don’t know what you are missing out on!

It’s official, I am now a blogger *the crowd goes wild!*

I have finally started my blog! So I’m sure it’s not as exciting for all of you as it is for me but this is something that I have wanted to do for a REALLY long time and for one reason or another it has just never happened. I was discouraged from blogging because “what would you have interesting enough to blog about?” said the naysayer. Well frankly my dear, I feel my life is pretty damn interesting. I’m going through some incredible life changes right now and I want to remember all of it!

So I’m currently blogging from the screened in patio of my lush little villa at BEAUTIFUL Orange Lake Resort in Orlando Florida where I’m interning for 12 weeks this summer. Across from me, my darling roomie Whitney is doing the same. About an hour ago we were graciously entertained by the fireworks show at one of the Disney theme parks that backs up to our Villa. It’s so nice of them to provide us with a little evening entertainment each night, don’t you think? Yeah, they pretty much love us here. And as if that was not enough the creatures around here are pretty fond of us as well. We are serenaded nightly by the frogs and bugs that reside in the pond located on the golf course below us. We also owe a special thank you to the animals from Disney’s Animal Kingdom for providing us with a lovely aroma each night as the sun goes down. As if all of that were not enough we were even greeted by a very hospitable little (and I use the word little loosely) Palmetto bug who decided to welcome me back to my room this evening. Let’s just say his greetings were not well received. I screamed, grabbed a shoe, Whitney came running in and I smashed him all before I gave a second thought to the instructions we were given today at orientation regarding wildlife on the resort . Which are as follows… Do not disturb the wildlife. If they are being a nuisance, blocking the flow of traffic, or otherwise torturing you, call security and Animal services will come to your rescue. Well Orange Lake, I owe you one overzealous Palmetto bug. Put him on my bill.

The people here are even friendlier than the creatures. Everyone is so incredibly pleasant and welcoming, the accommodations are unmatched, and the property is simply gorgeous. Short of a few dogs running around, my family and my darling boyfriend this place almost feels like home. You know because at home I have 4 golf courses, a lazy river and Mickey Mouse in my backyard. Yep, almost just like home.
Tomorrow I actually start working (even though the staff continues to convince us that we are on vacation). I can’t wait to learn hands on the tools of my chosen trade. I’ll be working in the Signature services area of the resort, which is for our elite customers. I hope to learn a little bit of everything during my stay here, and I hope I’m able to give back to the resort as much as they have given me so far.
So far so Real Orlando…..