Yes, It's true

Yes, we are moving. It is bitter sweet..... Lineman is transferring with his job.

First of all, we will miss all of our wonderful friends here. I could go on about that but I'd rather not start crying all over the keyboard. Next thing you know the keyboard shorts out, sparks a little bit, starts a minor fire, I have to get the fire extinguisher and a major mess ensues. So, lets just say I will miss all of my wonderful friends and leave it at that.

We will also miss our home and the wonderful view I have always enjoyed from here. We will miss the school, the town. Oh, let me tell you what I am REALLY going to miss.... Sam's Club. How will I get by without it????!!!! HELP! And let me tell you what I won't miss. Ahhh, come on, you can guess it, can't you?? Try to guess at least. . .. .. .. the wind of course.

So, let me back up. I took the oldest kid out of school early on Tuesday and we drove to my mom's house near Billings. Wednesday I drove to pick up Lineman at a substation about an hour away. Thursday it was a low key Thanksgiving day, just our family and Gramma. The boys played some football, we played some Scrabble and ate a ton. Friday was buuuussssy. We woke up super early, and headed back to the substation to get Lineman's truck. Then we were off driving to see the town that we will soon call home.

This is a small town with not a lot of businesses as compared to Cheyenne. There is a grocery store so everyone start sending me your good and easy recipes now as there won't be much eating out. We drove by the school and the oldest boy was pretty excited to see they had swings as his school doesn't have any.

We met with a realtor and saw about all of their listings...... yeah, about all of them. One of our concerns is housing but we think we may have found a little acreage that we can build on. Another real concern is that if we build we will need to rent while we build and there aren't any rentals. So that may mean renting in another town.

So many questions at this point. Such a good reminder to have faith.

One thing is certain though and here are the positives! We will be closer to family, only 4 hours from my mom and 4 hours from Lineman's folks. Only 2 hours from one sister and an hour and a half from Lineman's fun and crazy uncles. That right there is a huge positive. The rest will all work itself out I am sure.

I have to tell you though that it feels really good to get this all out. I have been holding this all in. All of this knowledge of a possible move. All of the emotional stress it has put on me. If you didn't know, I'm pretty good at holding things in (at least I try anyhow). It has really been a rough road for me for some time and it feels good to just finally let it out, let you all know what is happening with us right now.

Thanks for listening.

We will return to regular broadcasting now.

Changes

There is a song that is on my mind lately. The time has finally come for me to share it with you. Wish I could have Johnny Cash sing it. However, since I can't do that, here are the words to the song....

Goodbye, Old Paint

Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne;
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.

I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, I'm off to Montan'
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne;

Old Paint's a good pony, he paces when he can,
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne;

Go hitch up your hosses and give them some hay
And seat yourself by me as long as you may.

My hosses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay
My wagon is loaded and rolling away.

My foot's in the stirrup, thr reins in my hand,
Good mornin', young lady, my hosses won't stand.

Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leaving Cheyenne.

Happy Birthday Little Man

11-29-2007, 6:00 a.m. : Lineman drives me into town for my scheduled C-Section at 8:00.
6:30 - we walk into the hospital and go to a room where I will be getting prepped for the surgery.
6:55 - nurses swamp me with needles and questions and this and that. Apparently my doctor and the anesthiesialogist decided the previous night during a hockey game that they should do the surgery at 7:00 and not 8:00. Hmmmmm... no one told me... or the nurses. Totally fine though because my doc is awesome and I didn't have to sit around for an hour worrying.
7:45 - Beautiful baby boy arrives. THREE boys now!
What a wonderful day, I'll never forget.

Happy 1st Birthday Little Man!

Thankful..... for Fifteen

Happy Thanksgiving. There is so much to be thankful for and this day is another reminder for me to not take things for granted. I am truly thankful for so many, many things. But today, I am thankful for a fantastic 15 years of being married to my best friend.

I'm thankful I get to see little moments like these.

I'm thankful he teaches our boys just what every boy wants to learn.

I'm thankful for his incredible smile and his infectious laugh.

I'm thankful he enjoys pushing the kids down the hill on their sleds. Over and over again.

I'm thankful he knows how to take advantage of little moments.

I'm thankful he has a sensitive side.

I'm thankful he can fix just about anything.

I'm thankful he is willing to teach his kids something new.

I'm thankful he has an adventurous side.

I'm thankful for the love he shows to our children.

I'm thankful he likes to see his kids having a fun time.

I'm thankful he learned the art of being a bucking bronco.

I'm thankful he is an incredibly hard worker who has an immense desire to not only provide for his family but to ensure that his children grow up knowing how important it is to have a good work ethic.

I am really thankful for the days he lets me sleep in. Wink wink. Hint hint. I couldn't think of a better anniversary gift. The gift of sleeping in!

Thanks for 15 great years.

Answer to yesterdays question

Of course the blind man justs aks for the sunglasses.

Now don't tell me you didn't put your hands up in little circles around your eyes. I know you did!

Okay, at least I know I did when Lineman told me. I'm pretty gullible that way!

Question for you

A mute man goes into a store to buy himself a toothbrush. Since he is mute and unable to speak he gestures with his hands the motions of brushing his teeth. The clerk assists him with getting a toothbrush.

Moments later a blind man walks in to buy himself a pair of sunglasses. How does he let the clerk know that he wants sunglasses?

MmmmMmmmm Milk

I poured my middle boy a glass of milk last night at dinner. I realized I had given him Little Man's milk, whole milk. I said it would be fine and he could just drink that instead of what we all drink, 1% milk. My middle boy insisted that he did NOT like the taste of it and would NOT drink it.

Okay, I said. I took his glass of milk to the sink and with my back to him I pretended to dump his milk into the sink. Then I pretended to fill his glass with 1% milk.

I took the glass of whole milk over to him. He took a drink, smacked his lips and said.....

Mmmmmm, tastes just right!

52 Weeks - Do I Dare????

This is bold of me. This is daring of me. Pictures of...... pictures of...... of...... me. So here is what I am thinking. Just thinking at this point. I saw this done on another blog (sorry I don't remember where) and I was thinking of trying it myself. What this mom had done was to take a picture of her and one of her children every week for a full year. She made a very valid point. We as moms are always behind the camera taking pictures of our kids or whatever. We aren't comfortable in front of the camera. Our children are bound to grow up with no idea of what we looked like when they were little.

So here is what I am thinking of doing. Starting in the first week of January my post would be called 1 of 52 and then so on. However, I really need some accountability. That's where this blog comes in. If I tell you all I'm going to do it, then I had better do it. Right?

And here is what else I am asking. I think you, yes YOU, should do it too! Yeah, I really do. There are lots of ways to do this. Use a tripod. Use a timer. Use another kid to take a picture (my 4 year old took my picture the other day). Ask a stranger to take your picture. Just GET IN THE PICTURE.

Have I inspired you yet? You have 6 weeks to get used to the idea. It can be your New Years resolution as well as mine. We can all do it together.

Who thinks I'm crazy? Who thinks it's a good idea? Who wants to join me?

Tank You Momma

*A post not for the queasy*

The eyes I was looking at late last night sure did not resemble these eyes below... It was a rough night to say the least. He had gotten sick last night without me knowing it.... or him for that matter. Confused? The two older boys have a way of sleeping VERY hard. The older one sleepwalks all the time and the middle boy talks in his sleep all the time, loudly too!

I guess that's sort of what happened last night. He had gotten sick in bed and unfortunately he was sleep-puking (sorry for the made up, gross term). When I went in to check on him I felt absolutely awful for him as he lay there asleep. I started to strip his bedding while he began to wake up. I convinced him to take a shower where he got sick once again. I got the bedding changed and then helped him out of the shower.

Then he says to me "Thank you, Momma. Thank you, Momma". These little words meant so much to me to hear. When he was two and a half (and I was hugely pregnant with the middle boy) he had been sick. He walked around the house not knowing what to do. I did the best nursing I could do and then this little, caring, sick boy says to me "Tank you, Momma, tank you, tank you Momma, I love you". This boy is something else. I'll try to remember that when he's a teenager

I crawled back into bed only to not be able to fall asleep. I hate when that happens.

Please excuse me now, I must do more laundry....