Happy 100th Blog to ME!

I had this whole idea that my 100th blog would be great. Instead I got a message from someone brave enough to not even leave a name. And I know you long timer bloggers are going to tell me to ignore it but here's the thing, ANONYMOUS blog reader hit a nerve and I want to set the record straight.

First off here's the comment that I know I should not be giving this much thought to...

wow your a dumbass. the thing you miss most about your husband thats been deployed is his tick killing. He shud get rid of you! The thing that shud get you is you wanting to see him, you missing him, you wanting him to be safe, but instead its f***in ticks, wow your messed up

It was in regards to this post.

Since you're anonymous via comment I thought I'd like to find out a little more about your sorry ass. Then I thought I'd share it with the rest of the world.

Here is what I know about Mr/Ms Anonymous:

VISITOR ANALYSIS
Referring Link
http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=worst
Host Name
IP Address
72.24.247.137
Country
United States
Region
Idaho
City
Boise
ISP
Cable One
Returning Visits
0
Visit Length
0 seconds
VISITOR SYSTEM SPECS
Browser
MSIE 7.0
Operating System
Windows Vista
Resolution
1280x1024
Javascript
Enabled

So much for anonymity right? Statcounter is awesome!

I'm not going to take the time to correct the use of grammar, lack of capitalization or misspelling the word SHOULD. Nope I'm not gonna do that cause that's just critical and I'm not one to criticize or judge someones writing. However, hairstyle, bad clothing choices at ZZ Top concerts and saying stupid things in public well thats just fair game. OH or running into patio doors cause that's just funny!

Instead I want to make it VERY unmistakable clear to everyone out there in the bloggy universe that I LOVE MY HUSBAND! Kirke is unmistakably a part of who I am and I am a better person when he is here with me. I go to bed and pray my little heart out every night that nothing happens to him. I wait on pins and needles when he doesn't call or IM when I'm expecting him to. Everyone who knows us knows that we are a close family. We do everything together and he is an incredible Daddy and husband.

And guess what else, he loves us too! Yep! He doesn't want to read my blog and read about how I can't watch the news because I'm so scared to hear of another soldier killed. He doesn't want to read about me crying myself to sleep at night knowing that I have over 400 more nights without him in his holding me or kissing me goodnight. He doesn't want to read about me having the computer in his spot on my bed with a picture of him to look at every night as I try desperately to fall asleep. My husband wants to laugh when he reads my blog. He wants to hear about the boys doing funny thing and putting me through the ringer and me finding ways to laugh about it. He wants to read about me being silly and crazy and funny because that is who I am and why he loves me.

So F*** off Anonymous and anyone else who dares question my love, me missing Kirke and my concern over my husband being a thousands of miles away because those of you who know me can see it in my eyes, hear it in my voice and probably notice it in everything else I do everyday because I am not ME without my soldier.

F*** you anonymous for obviously not being beside my husband fighting for our freedoms. You're obviously not a soldier, marine, airman, or seaman. You're most certainly not a spouse and you're definitely not worth the time I'm putting into this, my 100th blog but you hit a f***ing nerve.

You can insult anything you want but when you dare comment on the love between my husband and I while he's fighting for the freedom you're busy enjoying you've gone too far.

My 100th Blog is now about how much I love my soldier. He's my best friend and there is nothing in this world that I want more right now than for him to walk through the door and say the deployment is over and be able to kiss and hug him. If I could fast forward time I certainly would because what we go through when we are separated is often too much to handle.

I love you Kirke. And I dare someone to try to change the fact that you love me too baby!