Adventures, laughs, bumps in the road, and everything else that lines up with Lucille Ball, all line up with my life as well. So, you can call me Lucy!
My husband? Of course, Ricky! Do you think I get away with much? Well, normally, I try...but Ricky to the rescue to keep me from trouble. Most of the time. I thank God for him and how he balances out my life. He is my rock, right after my steady Rock(Jesus). He's my best friend and..he-hem, companion. Yeah, he's an awesome guy.
You have already met my friend Pinky and heard about her Brain. Pinky has been such an inspiration to me, as Ricky and I have dealt with being told we may never have children. You see, she's on the other side of the fence now. She's been there, done that, got the t-shirt. So, she's trying to help me find the right size.
Ricky and I have a story that is a little different than Pinky and Brain's. If you were reading closely(some of you are now re-reading above...haha, that's okay!), you noticed that I said we're on different sides of the fence. We don't have one like The Cute One, as we've been hoping and praying for.
We do, however, have a Precious One that awaits us in Heaven: I miscarried. Yes, it was the worst day of my life. We don't have any children, and my arms are aching for a child of my own.
What have I learned from all of this? What am I learning through all of this? That's what I'll be posting about. That and other odds and ends.
I've learned to laugh. A lot. Farts make me laugh. I know, I just offended 22% of our readers, because they think that the word "fart" is crude. Friends, it's okay. The average person farts 16 times a day. So what does all of this have to do with our blog?
Everyone farts. Yet, most people act as if they don't. Don't act like you have NO idea what I'm talking about. You pass a SBD(silent but deadly), and then you turn quickly down the grocery aisle so that the people around you have no clue who shared a free scent.
OR you know a loud cannon is about to erupt, and you squeeze your cheeks together SO tightly, praying that somehow you'll hold the fort down.
You are probably so confused how I'll tie this altogether. Stay with me. You'll see.
Just like farts, we all have stinky parts to our lives. We act like they don't exist, and we struggle to deal with them.
Let your farts go. Others will laugh with you. Trust me on this one!
In this blog, I'm going to let my thoughts, feelings, and experiences go by sharing them with you. Hopefully my blog posts won't stink; I do hope you "hear" them, though.