Now, WHY I trust my husband

I have learned to blindly trust my husband, IrishAl. I don't like to be TOLD what to do, but when IrishAl barks a command at me, I tend to listen. It's rare for him to command me to do things. So when he does, it is because he fears for my safety. And I take him at his word when it comes to caring for the safety of his family.



IrishAl has a serious upbringing that has prepared him for keeping people safe. He grew up in Belfast, N. Ireland, where kids used to play in the streets around the rubble of exploded houses and buildings the same way we play in the dirt here. Terrorism, bombs, and army protection were the norm during his formative years. My husband then joined the army when he turned 18, training to become an officer. On hiatus from college and the army, he studied abroad at a college in Oklahoma, and that is where we met. Thus, I changed the course of his history when he married me and moved to Oklahoma for good.



All this upbringing plus the army training has cultivated an innate ability to sense danger. Take, for example, my very first University of Oklahoma football game a few years back. I sat with my friend Tina, and IrishAl sat with Tina's husband, Chuck, across the stadium from us. During the game, we heard and felt a huge boom. I shrugged it off because nothing bad ever happens in my little world. Surely it's nothing, I thought. Within a few minutes, IrishAl called me on my cell. I'll never forget his calm and assertive tone that caused my spine to shiver. "Get up, get your stuff, and leave now. I'll meet you outside the ramp."

My friend, Tina, was not onboard with the plan. Little did we know what IrishAl's educated ear knew. A student had set off a bomb outside an OU building. Because we left early, we did not get shut into the stadium with the rest of the masses. I always trust the frightenly educated mind of my husband.

I will also never forget traveling inside the Catholic terrorist part of Belfast, N. Ireland, to get Irish dance shoes for me. IrishAl had been living in the US for a few years, but his senses were not dulled by our easy way of life. We returned for a visit, and I begged him to take me to purchase authentic Irish hard soled shoes for my dancing. IrishAl DEBRIEFED me prior to our journey from his family home. "We go, we get in, we get out. No messin' about. And you're to do all the talkin'." Of course, not good at just blindly following, I had to question. "Why can't you talk? What if I want to ask questions? Will they hate me because I'm American. Everyone hates us." I thought the last comment was quite cute. He did not.

During our venture, IrishAl decided to wait in the car, while I finished paying for my purchase. As soon as I got to the car, he nervously prodded me, "Get in! Get in! We need to leave now!" What looked like a car of young adults to me, looked like a gathering of IRA provisionals to him. I think he left half of the his da's tires on the street there in front of the shop. Like I said before, nothing dangerous ever really happens in my world. But in IrishAl's, he still, even in Oklahoma, varies his driving route home every day, "because you never know who's watching."

Ultimately, I know that whatever may go down, IrishAl's got my back. And I'd sure rather be on his side than against him. And that is why I trust my husband.

Always trust the IRISH when it comes to TORNADEYS

I'm slightly stubborn and opinionated. Yeah, hard to believe right? ;) I have a hard time following "commands" given to me, especially when they come from my husband, who I will call IrishAl. Yesterday he sent me a command via text that I begrudgingly followed....only because I've lived in Oklahoma long enough to be scared enough. Let me explain.

We are in the beginning of May - tornado mating season. The changing winds and temperatures are the perfect mood music for tornadoes. A warm day interupted by a cute little front, set with a strong breeze, shaken, not stirred will inevitably result in the birth of a twister. Yesterday was one of those severe storm days.

I decided that I needed a Sonic coke. It's not too far away, relatively. It's a 13.5 minute drive, since we live in the Boonies. As I pulled up to the Sonic menu and rolled down the window, the wind whipped my hair around, stinging my fabulously sparkly blue eyes.....ok, I'm getting away with myself. It was windy. I could feel the air change. So I got my drink and took off!

During my drive home, I got an urgent text from Alan saying, "u need to get back to house NOW." The hair on my arms bristled up sharp, like porcupine quills. I thought, "don't tell me what to do!" But then my sense of self safety took over and I went straight home. But for the rest of the night, I had to get a dig in here and there as the storm barely blew on our house. Unfortunately for many people in the OKC area, the tornadoes dropped down wrecking their homes and killing at least 7 people. My sarcasm towards IrishAl soon turned into thankfulness, as I realized his need to protect me has always paid off in the past. New note to self - trust the Irish, not all of them, but mainly the one who lives in my house! Do you trust your spouse?

I finally WON!!

So I finally beat the technology and WON! I've tried several times to create a blog, but I always got an error code. Somehow, my electric personality messes with technological waves. What can I say? I'm full of ......something, I guess.

Stay tuned for stories from me - the Ben Stiller character in the script called MY LIFE. Funny things are always happening to me, but they aren't so funny to me at the time. I'm the one falling of the roof or letting the cat poop in the ashes of my father-in-law.

Here's a quick meeting of the occupants of my house, the White's house. Alan and I have been married since 1996. He is from Belfast, N. Ireland, the riotous and violent part; although things have settled since he left. Any correlation? I have 3 red headed kids. That should tell you their temperment right there. Aidan is sweet but controlling - doesn't get it from me - yeah, that's a lie. Katherine is a quirky and funny girl, full of energy. Brendan is 3. Enough said. We have a neurotic, special needs cocker/poodle named Snickers, and an angry cocker named Doug. Both were rescued from the pound, and need lots of help to join normal society.

Join us on our journey of CRAZY!!