The inadequate introduction of the hubby and my plea for your help!

Husband: I really like your blog, baby. You’re doing a good job.

Me: Aww. Thanks honey!

Husband: I do have a small complaint though.

Me: [blank stare] Really?

Husband: Yeah. When you refer to me in posts, you call me things like “hubby” or “the hubs”.

Me: And…?

Husband: Don’t you think I should have a cooler, more macho nickname?

The conversation went on like this for a while, with him tossing out a plethora of nicknames that better described his persona and overall manliness. And he was right. The man I married shouldn’t be flippantly referred to as “hubs”. It’s not right, not for him.

But what was my nubile blogging booty to do? As an occasional post peruser, I knew that many women used the initials “DH” when mentioning their men. It took me a while, but I realized later that it was a commonly accepted acronym for “Dear Husband”. (At least I think that’s correct.) But, I don’t care for that term of (lacking) endearment any more than I do “hubby”.

The challenge, of course, is to create a nick that suits my man, but is also obvious to my super kickass readers.

One of my favorite writers, Jenny Lawson of The Bloggess, simply refers to her husband by his first name. But since my preference is to avoid using the real names of my post subjects, that’s out.

Ree Drummond, the infamous Pioneer Woman, gave her husband the moniker “Marlboro Man”. Now, that’s more like it. It’s clear who she is referring to, it suits her site’s theme and it doesn’t hurt that it conjures up images of that Stetson and tight jeans wearing rugged guy sporting a lasso and a mean 5 o’clock shadow.

I’ve been thinking about this for a bit, and this is where I need your help.

To help-you-help-me, here’s a bit about the man/the legend:

  • He’s a proud native of Northern Kentucky, and he is adamant that God resides in the Bluegrass State.
  • He served in the US Army for 22 years, and retired as a 1SG.
  • Bourbon is his mistress.
  • He believes he should have been born a cowboy. And he acts accordingly.
  • He’s a long, lean, red-headed machine.
  • He’s smart, sassy, sweet, generous and professionally, he’s got one of those big deal business titles.
  • And finally, he’s loads of other awesome things, but ain’t nobody got time for that! (He is on my about page, if you do actually got time for that.)

Right now, I have two diametrically different ideas. I’ll quickly explain both, and what I need from you is your unfiltered opinion and/or your other original ideas. You can do that for me, right?

Idea 1 ) GH

Reasoning:

  • His actual, real-life initials are GH.
  • It’s similar to DH, so most people should get it.
  • Because he’s a great husband. Plus genius, generous, gallant, gregarious, goofy, grand, gorgeous, genuine, gracious, and a guardian.

Idea 2 ) John Wayne

Reasoning:

  • He quotes The Duke semi-regularly.
  • As mentioned above, he should have been born a cowboy.
  • The two honestly, have a lot in common.
  • He would like it.

I suppose he could also be dubbed 1st Sergeant or Mister or Jack Daniels, if you please. But since I just cannot decide, I’m enlisting you wonderful people in my quest. Please use the comment section of this post to cast your vote for one of my DimWhitted ideas, or probably better yet, offer up your own original suggestions.

The hubs and I can’t wait to hear from you!

Loved by a soldier. We should all be so lucky.

My blog is typically where I like to share my often crass sense of humor. But for today’s post, I’m trading in my snark for sincerity. In honor of this very special holiday weekend, I’m choosing to take a moment to pay tribute to the soldier who loves me. (And if you indulge me this, you will be rewarded below with some of the cutest pictures you ever did see.)

Memorial Day gives Americans the opportunity to show our appreciation to the men and women who payed the ultimate price protecting our freedom. It’s the day where we come together as a community of people to say thank you, and more importantly, we remember.

But as the wife of a retired 1SG of the US Army, it is also a day where I feel profound thanks that MY soldier survived. He was in combat, and he came home. And because he came home, I got the chance to meet him, love him and share a wonderful life with him. Memorial Day reminds me how lucky I am.

I am loved by a soldier, and for that will be eternally grateful.

To celebrate him, and to celebrate this Memorial Day weekend, I’m sharing with you some photos I took from last Father’s Day. Me and the hubs traveled to Wisconsin last year to spend time with family, and while there, we created a mini bootcamp for the tikes in our troop. And they LOVED it.

Sidenote: These are not my kiddos. I cannot take any credit for their immense cuteness. I just photographed them. Enjoy.

^Rookie catching flack.^

^Learning field navigation.^

^Checking gig lines.^

^Scary.^

^Decidedly less scary.^

^Notice in the background, one of our soldiers attempting to go AWOL.^

Pro-Tip: When attempting to go AWOL, one can escape much faster if their pants are not around their ankles.

^The obstacle course included “live fire”.^

Be Army strong, and have a great holiday. I’ll be busy loving my soldier this weekend.