Just have to brag on my amazing husband!! He not only took me on a motorcycle adventure for our anniversary. He got flowers and two cards!! Why two? Well he just couldn’t decide on one;) Yes he is quite awesome!
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Jul 09
One Year Anniversary
I love my husband and we just celebrated our one year anniversary of being husband and wife. Last year the day after our wedding we went to Colorado and rented Harley’s with our friends and rode up to Estes Park. So keeping with our lovely little honey moon tradition we decided to try it again…
Well this nice sweet little motorcycle ride was similar to our first year of marriage……
IT WAS AN ADVENTURE!!
Our good friends Lawrence and Selena Bishop AND soon-to-be Elvis Bishop.
Everything is fine and dandy… but then we stopped at the damn store to put on rain gear. And even though we had a preacher with us, we were soon to be damned.
Yes my husband’s verizon of rain gear is what he rides cutting horses in, just some good old shotgun chaps.
The lovely Selena getting ready to rock a bandanna like a real bad bandita.
This is the start of our troubles about 5 minutes later. RAIN and I mean RAIN like pelting your entire body like you are being showered by your brothers BB gun in a losing battle of Cowboys and Indians. Then we got into some real trouble, trouble that made my fingers quiver and shake and drop my camera and not take any pictures.
This trouble has to do with this small hole in our back tire.
What we think happened is a nail punctured our tire. Then the nail that was stuck in the tire caught the license plate cover on the Harley which then sucked half the license plate frame up underneath the fender and spat it back out the bottom of the bike. This happened on a sharp mountain canyon double curve with two way traffic in the pouring rain with our friends right behind us on a another bike, ummm yikes!
But no worries, after parking the bike at the closest shop in town my competent hero of a husband escorted me to the Grumpy Gringo for a Margarita to warm my rain soaked body and restore my inner dare devil biker babe vibes.
Then the rental place came and loaded our bike and escorted us back down the mountain.
And to think I was the one who insisted we go on this trip. I demanded my husband take me somewhere on our anniversary without a trailer. Well isn’t this a coincidence?
Thank the Lord for trips that involve trailers after all!17
Feb 09
What would be grounds for killing a husband??
Well if you read my post yesterday you learned I was furious at my husband. It started out as a innocent Sunday. Husband innocently opened a closet and 15 purses innocently fell out on top of him. Well I decided to sort through my purses and put part of them in my storage room downstairs. I put the purses I am not using as often in a big black trash bag. Then I sat the trash bag at the top of the stairs. I got distracted and decided to head out and do my chores for the evening. I noticed the kitchen trash was full so I grabbed it and some matches and headed out the door. Matches? Yes we live in the country and try to recycle as much as possible. Then whatever is left over gets burned in our burn barrels. As husband was also heading out the door I hollered over my shoulder for him to grab the trash from the laundry room. Well by now you can guess what happened next……
I had the fire light and going pretty strong by the time Husband got there. He tossed his trash bag on the fire. The thin plastic bag curled back form the heat and revealed beautiful purses. I screamed “what, those are my purses??!!! What are you doing??” He quickly grabbed a stick(*****Correction, he use his bare hands. Sorry Husband I was just to traumatized to really pay attention to how you got them out of the burning inferno, and shame on you!! Husband you could have burned your hands****) and flung them out as quickly as he could on the snow. One purse perished in the fire. It was a favorite. Friends you will remember the really large silver croc (sniff, sob, sniff). Then two other purses are melted with burn spots. The rest just smell like a bonfire. Husband swears it was an accident and he felt pretty bad. But geez…..I just think if our marriage survives this, it can survive anything;)LOL!! Kidding my husband is way more important than my purses(I just keep repeating that)!
This is the blog of Holly Bruegman. It chronicles her success and failures throughout her personal life. Holly grew up in the beautiful sandhills of Nebraska with the best family in the world. She now resides in Cheyenne, Wyoming with her husband Colt. Holly is a shoe fanatic, an amateur barrel racer and one whopper of a story teller.