Never Accept Ordinary: A little background

Before we begin to blog, I'll give you a little history on us ...

FOREVER

Our wedding day. October 8, 2005. The day I became Mrs. Curt Fallecker. We had a small wedding nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains - ironically in Love, Virginia. Our friends and family rented out Royal Oaks Cabins (www.vacabins.com) and we got married in the wedding garden and then spent the weekend with everyone who traveled from California, Pennsylvania, Colorado, New York, etc. It rained all day Friday, and all day Saturday until about 30 minutes before I walked down the aisle. Someone was obviously watching out for us. :) After the wonderful weekend, we headed up to the mountains of Pennsylvania for a fun-filled, adventurous honeymoon!

STAR-BABY

This is our dog, Star. We picked her out at 2 weeks old and picked her up when she was 7 weeks. It's actually a funny story. She wasn't the original "Star." Curt and I tried to adopt a beagle puppy, and I was so excited that we picked out a name and I bought the dog tag. Then the phone call came ... we were rejected. It was before we were married, and they felt "joint custody" wasn't good for the dog. How messed up is that?! Anyway, we ended up buying a beagle puppy from Curt's friend who breeds them, and we love our little Star-baby very much. She doesn't need to know she wasn't the first. :)

Star as a puppy:

CHINA

Curt was sent to China for work right after we got married. It was his second time out there, but this time it was for a month. So, courtesy of Filtrona Fibertec, they flew his bride of four weeks out with him to spend 10 days in ... well, I wouldn't quite say utter bliss! The food was horrible, the people liked to stare and touch my curly hair, and I spent most of the time by myself while Curt worked. BUT, we did get to travel to Beijing for a weekend and took a private tour. It was neat to see the Great Wall of China and many other places I've only read about in my history books.

MY HUSBAND, THE HUNTER
(and Star, the helper)

Yes, everyone, I married a hunter. (He's in the orange hat. Star has a matching collar.) Ironically, I haven't eaten red meat in 10 years. At the ripe old age of 13, I gave up cow and pig and anything that doesn't have feathers, scales, or shells. Then along came Curt Fallecker, born and raised in Pennsylvania, hunter of anything that moves. I still don't eat what he shoots, and he still thinks I'm going to one day.

For all the PA folks (the rest of you close your eyes, Curt made me do it):