Hello ladies!
I'm a noob here, but I've been lurking for the last week. I realized I needed to join up when about 10 of the posts yesterday had me laughing with snot flying from my little nostrils. (Ewwwww)
Soooo...I'm beanbot. Are we allowed to use our real names?
I'm 31 and SO is 32. We are fortunate enough that we have known each other half our lives. We met in high school show choir before high school show choir was 'cool'. We became fast friends and did everything together. He hugged me through bad boyfriends, held my hair when I drank to much, told me when I was being an idiot...the whole shebang. When we were 22, I had my son, "the Bean". His biological father denied him early in the pregnancy, and despite my efforts to encourage his involvement in the Bean's life-he chose not to. Cest la vie...
The whole time, SO was right there. No one had to ask him, he just stepped up. He's never missed one of Bean's birthday's or important events. Other than my father and brothers, SO has been the only constant male figure in the Bean's life.
I guess you could say we started dating 2 years ago, when one night 'things' happened. We had never even so much as kissed during our friendship so, yeah. BUT I wouldn't mark it as officially official until this last May. He called me one day and announced that he realized he didn't want to continue to be without me and the Bean, that he wanted to marry me and make more babies. So fast forward several months...he's in the process of job hunting so that he can move back to VA to be with us (currently working/going to school in GA). Being long distance blows, but at the same time-the anticipation is exhilirating. I'm truly enjoying this stage of our relationship. He's mentioned a few times that he wants to be married "in the next year-give or take", and we've talked about a few of the things we may want when that happens, but there is no serious planning going on. Do I occasionally browse the knot to gaze at a dress or two, yeah-who doesn't? Am I gonna go try on dresses before he asks me those 4 little words? Hellz to the noz. I can hear the cries of: "Praise Jesus! She's not crazy!" and to that I answer with a solid "Amen, sisters. Amen."
Uh, ok...so since I've lurked I know a few things that are going to be asked:
Fur babies: Yep! Slowy the greyhound...sadly just diagnosed with stage 3 cancer
sweetest 60lb lap dog you could ever know. And Tap Dance, the Bean's show pony. He lets me borrow her every once in a while-that "share with mommy" stuff really paid off.
Do I like or love Harry Potter: If I could marry the damn books/movies/etc, I would. The Bean regularly finds sticks in the yard and begins casting. He decided his patronus is a horse, of course. (HAR! Oh, I just realized what I did there upon reading for edit) He and my nephew have battles every Friday afternoon. My favorite? Hmmmmm...It's hard to choose just one, but I think my fave was The Order of the Phoenix. But I also liked Prisoner so...you can't make me choose just one!
Potatoes: Any way you can cook them...I love them. Sadly I've been potato deprived for the last year due to SBD. Weep ladies...weep!
Ok, anything else-ask away.
"Stuart was scared, but he loved Margalo, Mommy. And there is nothing bigger than love." -The Bean
"His farts smell like Satan's asshole mixed with a skunk's vagina. But it's okay, because I love him." -CSousa