Ryan, My Love.

So, my husband read my first blog entry and very plainly, as though he were just now coming to the realization, said "you're weird." Rude? I agree. So, inspite of the discouragement I have received from my b.f.f, confidant, eternal mate... I write on. As this blog was created for a journal, I am going to add some of my past journal entries here and there so that they can all eventually end up in the same place; here on blogspot, my new home. Enter in Journal entry #1...

1/28/07

I HAVE HORNS HUNG NOT IN ONE ROOM, BUT TWO. Stranger than that, is that I secretly like it. It reminds me of Ryan and how much I love him. I call them horns, even though I know that the real terminology is “antlers”. I always swore that I would never have horns in my house. MAYBE my cabin. Maybe that was because I don’t have a cabin. So they were hypothetical horns. Now they are real, very real and very hanging in my bathroom and in my den. Looming over me in my moments reminding me that they were once stuck to the head of a very living, very beautiful, very soft, harmless creature that my husband, (my husband!) Shot, watched die, skinned, de-brained and de-hearted, and seemed to thoroughly enjoy. WEIRD!!! However, these horns do in some weird way make me happy because I know that they make him so happy. I do love that boy.