headband:  me; scarf:  target; belt:  thrifted

confession time:  i hate chain emails.  like really really hate.  this whole stylish blogger thing?  feels a bit like that.  but what kind of bloggy friend would i be if i didn't thank Beverly for thinking of me.  i'm flattered, and it will give me an opportunity to share seven things with you about myself that you may not otherwise know:

1.  Eric and i met online.  this is why the concept of having online blogger friends isn't that foreign to me.  i'll share more about our story in a future post, but if you are a Christian single or know of one, i highly recommend Christian Mingle.  my friend Steph heeded this advice of mine and it landed her a wonderful husband as well.  you're welcome, Steph!

2.  it is my dream to someday have children with red hair.  Eric's grandma was a ginger back in the day, and he's got some serious red in his facial hair, so i guess it's not outside the realm of possibility.  you can bet if we do have a red-headed child, i will fight as hard as possible to name it Ron or Lucy.

3.  that being said, i want to visit the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Orlando Studios with every ounce of my being.  who wants to take me??

4.  sometimes i feel more like one of the guys.  i am a big fan of most sports, and since moving to fort wayne, i've been disappointed to come up short in the girlfriend-sports-fan area.  when we were engaged, Eric's friends dubbed me Lars for nights that we would go to the bar to watch a game and get greasy food and a beer.

5.  i have a budget of $100 per month for all things personal, including any clothes i want to buy, haircuts and/or color, makeup, lunches, nights out on the town with the girls, crafting, etc.  girl's got to make a dollar streeeeeeeeetch around here.

6.  my favorite smells are babies, fabric softener, bleach and gasoline.  oh, and Acqua Di Gio.  swoon.

7.  i just started reading Radical, by David Platt.  i'm only ten pages in and i fully expect it to alter my life/faith (i started off listing that as life and faith, but that would imply that the two are separate, when in reality, they should be one and the same).

thanks again, Beverly!

click on it to see the close-ups.  i dare you.

so about a month ago, morgan over at mrs. priss shared some of her husband's sleeping habits that, lets face it, are a little on the scary and sometimes gross side.  i have to admit, after reading her post and all of the comments sharing similar stories, i was smug.  sleeping for us has never been an issue.  in fact, we snuggle through the entire night sometimes in peaceful slumber (yes, i'm very aware of the fact that we are disgusting in this regard).

and then last night happened.

i was being a good wife, catching up on entering receipts into our budget program in bed.  eric started seeming a little sleepy, and i asked him not to fall asleep yet.  he told me he was awake, but i knew better, and wasn't surprised one bit when he zonked on my shoulder.  i finished up what i was doing and got out of bed to take care of the dogs before calling it a night.

all of a sudden, eric sat up halfway and said, "oh, i forgot!"  thinking that he was referring to forgetting to stay awake, i replied, "yes, dear, you did."  i'm sorry if i fail miserably in painting a picture of how he responded.  he grabbed the covers on both sides of him, started twisting on his back, and yelled out, "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM."  at first, i lost it.  like, rolling on the ground laughing.  then, omgosh, what just happened?!  my safe dreamy world is collapsing in on me; my husband cannot, just cannot become one of those crazy sleepers.  i need an uninterrupted seven to eight hours or i am a serious crankypants.  not to mention the bodily harm it could cause.

and then it hit me.  i am such a sound sleeper.  a tornado could probably rip through our house and i would wake up in a field somewhere wondering whether i was still dreaming.  i digress.  how do i know that my husband hasn't boom-boomed me at some point?

the moral of this story is this:  when your husband begins to act out war scenes in his sleep, it may be time to re-evaluate his call of duty playing time.  oh, and none of you are safe.  none of you.