Until today, Mr. Jetplane hasn't been willing to let me take pictures of this horrible stache in progress. Today is March 12th, so we're 12 days in...and this month cannot get over soon enough.

Stay tuned...I have an update and picture of Mr. Jetplane and all his mustache glory. Its creeptastic...

I was shocked when I read this on Twitter this morning... I had Tiger Beat posters of Corey Haim all over my bedroom closet door, I was never a Corey Feldman type of girl. He shared the door with Christian Slater, Johnny Depp, and River Phoenix... oh if River Phoenix would have lived...just think about the roles he would have played...tear..tear..

I'm so sad that his life ended in such a tragic way. I know his drug abuse and addiction issues have been well documented. And I admit I did watch "The 2 Coreys" on A&E, but I had hoped he'd be able to turn it out.

In my eyes he'll always be Les Anderson from License to Drive.

Hello All! Someone is crazy busy so I apologize for blogging this week is my low priority...Don't leave me...


For your enjoyment and since I'm a bad blogger...here's something for you to laugh at.

Happy Pug Friday Everyone... I don't know about you but this week has kicked my booty something fierce. I am so happy to see the weekend ahead. Today's Pug Friday is just a little taste of how I feel today.... Photo can be found here...

Have a great weekend!!

The Jetplanes have plenty of songs that are special to us. Songs that take us back to a special time in our lives individually and together. But there is one song that is very special to us and I like to credit as the reason we are together today.

For those of you that don't know the story of the Jetplanes, well that's a long one and will not make it all in this post...sorry. But let's us stay, the military wasn't initially part of the plan. Falling in love with a man that was going into the military was never a future this 'career' girl had in mind when she met Mr. Jetplane for our 1st date at the TGIFridays in Indy (that is now a Crate and Barrel).

But all those things happened and caused a lot of tension between us when Mr. Jetplane found out that he'd been accepted into Officer Training School, and would eventually be traveling all over the country (and world) for the next 20 years. Where did that leave me with my career and life, at that time in Indy. He didn't know if I was 'the one' that he was going to marry and I didn't know if he was "the one" either. But he knew he didn't want to me to resent him for changing my career and possibly my life goals, for him.

So what did he do, well like any scared boy, he broke up with me....Yeah he sure did, and he tried to do over email while we were both at work...yeah he sure did...

But I wouldn't let that happen, and I forced him to come to my apartment that night and break it off if that's what he wanted to do. I questioned his reasonings and I could tell he definitely wasn't firm in them. I could tell he was shaken and upset by this decision he'd made.

Well little did I know then (what I know now) that he got in his truck to drive himself home that night and put on this song...

And he proceed to listen to the song the entire month we were broken up...

It made him realize his feelings for me and whether or not, we were supposed to be together forever, he knew he didn't want to lose us...

Obviously we did end up back together, thanks to ME, and that my children is also another tale for another time...

So needless to say, this had to be the Jetplanes wedding song, right???

To all you lovely readers...what is your song? Any story behind it?

AKA Mustache March...

Yes friends, March has reared its ugly head which means Mr. Jetplane and all his goofy ass flyboys grow mustaches (or attempt to in some cases).

As I have said it before, and I'll say it again....I F'IN HATE FACIAL HAIR. This month is going to suck hard for me, but also Mr. Jetplane. BELIEVE THAT.

I'll keep you updated with weekly pics of this horrible mustache. I have a feeling Mr. Jetplane is going to look like a bad imitation of this...

Or being sporting a total Chester the Molester stache...either way I'm so grossed out by his whole thing...

Last year he was in Texas the entire month so I NEVER had to see it. He got kicked out of a bar one night out with friends, he told me he thought it was because of his sweet, sweet stache...he said he was sure it angered people or made them totally jealous of his ability to grow his sweet, sweet stache... YUCK!!!

So here's a little history for you about Mustache March.