I'm not starting off on a very good note as a blogger. It's been awhile since I've updated! I have no excuses, I've been doing absolutley nothing but yet, it seems like I've been going non-stop. How does that happen?! So let's do this thing!
I have been RELISHING in this little summer break I've had. Scorching heat or no, it has been so relaxing to be able to come home every night to my family and not have to crack a book. Ahhhh, true bliss. Last semester was killer on all of us so this has been a much needed break.
With all that being said, our little family has been able to catch up on stuff we weren't able to do while I was in school. Last Friday night was date night for Adam and I. It started off kinda rocky but ended up being one of the best we've had since we've been married. Here's how the day started out.........
Work has been super busy (yay!) which makes us all happy but in turn has been a little stressful. So I decide to get some errands taken care of at lunch. On my way to the bank I decide to stop off at CVS to grab a snack and a few other items. I head out to my super hot car (don't be fooled-I mean hot as in temperature) get in and try not to burn myself on the steering wheel. Turn the key...click, click, click. WHAT?! Why won't my car start? Oh God, did I forget to get the oil changed?!! Crap. Crap. Crap. At this point I call people from work to come get me and get ahold of my husband. It turns out that it's not all that bad but it totally cramped my style and mood for the day. I was so pumped and in such a great mood because it was date night day! Only to have my car poop on my parade.
From there we get my car home and decide to head to the movies since we had gift certificates. Everyone in Moore had the same idea because it.was. packed. Packed to the rafters. The two movies we were wanting to see were both sold out (in the balcony. is there any other way to see a movie???) so we ditched the movies. My mood was growing increasingly worse. I could feel what was supposed to be a romantic evening with my husband slipping from our fingers. Trying to grasp onto what we could salvage from the evening, we decide to go eat. Genghis Grill was the choice. I don't want to talk badly about the food or the restaurant itself. However, I WILL say that since it is essentially a "make your own food' type of place, I failed with epic proportions. The combo I chose was not good. We were warned though with the exact words being "if it's not good, it's your fault". Fair enough. They give you recipe cards to go from and I chose to wing it. It put my (lack of) culinary skills to the test and I failed. Now, I consider myself a pretty decent cook. As in, I can follow a recipe and add some creativity here and there. So this was a pretty harsh blow to my ego. Luckily, we had a great server who turned the evening around. Adam and I were once servers and can appreciate the value of a laid back, funny server. My mood (surprisingly) lightened despite the car debacle, packed like sardines movie theater & the not so good food courtesy of the not so good chef.
We decided to call it a night considering we're old and our options were pretty limited at that point. That was probably the best decision of the entire evening. We spent the rest of the evening just talking and enjoying each others company. It was so nice to be able to sit and talk to my husband without any interruption. It had been so long since we were able to do that. For the record, when we got home and there was complete and utter silence, I immediately wanted to go pick up Ryder. All of a sudden I missed him like he had been gone for days, not hours. After I quit hyperventilating, we headed out to the patio.
The sun had gone down and it was really nice. It was still warm but there was a nice breeze. It couldn't have turned out more perfectly. It was a great opputunity for us to reconnect and recharge.
Sunday we decided to take Ryder to the movies for the first time. He was so excited even though he had no idea what it was all about. He kept asking if the 'movie fever was going to pick him up". So cute! There is nothing that makes me happier than watching Ryder experience something for the first time. We went all out and got popcorn, pretzel with cheese, cokes ect.. and took our seats. He was glued to the screen from the moment we sat down. We saw Cars 2 and from what we saw of it, thought it was really good. We went into it with an open mind knowing we might not get to watch it all. Ryder is 3, almost 4, and has the attention span of a 3, almost 4, year old. So when Ryder picked up his large lemonade and spilled it all in his lap, we knew it was time to go. We got to watch maybe an hour and fifteen minutes of the movie but it was worth every minute to watch him experience that. I understand that some may be thinking "it's just a movie, what's the big deal?" Well, it really isn't a big deal. Until it's your own. The joy you see in your child when they get to experience something for the first time is indescribable and irreplaceable. There is nothing like seeing the excitement in your child and not get excited yourself. It's contagious and the thrill of my life as a mom.
In retrospect, I look at those two days and I think of how the weekend might have gone had it went according to plan. If Adam and I had actually gotten to see a movie, would we have spent the evening reconnecting? If we had gotten into the movies, we wouldn't have been able to take Ryder to the movies on Sunday. God took what we had planned, did a 360 with it and turned it into something more perfect than I ever could have planned. It's so funny how things work out when you are busy planning. What's the saying? "Life happens when you're busy making plans". Lesson learned.
Love,
The Mrs.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The Wife Chronicles: Part I
I'm calling this the wife chronicles because this post will be a hodge podge of wifely duties, kid bragging and grocery shopping. With a few other tidbits here and there. So let's get started!
I am attempting, for the third time, to get into couponing. We will see if the old addage of "third times a charm" is true. Couponing is an animal. A completely different animal than say, just plain old sales. It takes research, price comparison and TIME. Holy God does it take time. I have yet to dedicate any time to it but from little I've done, it takes time. From what I've seen on Extreme Couponing, you generally have to go to several grocery stores in order to get the best possible deals. I know it can get competitive but I'm prepared for that. I use to hit some pretty serious sales in my younger years (when I had the extra $ to drop $100 on clothing for myself and myself alone) Plus I grocery shop at Walmart. That's like being raised in the Bronx. So I have started stock piling my coupons and Adam did some research online. I feel like we are ready to go. I'm going to go at some point this weekend so we will see how it goes. Keeping my fingers crossed I don't have a panic attack.
That brings me to my next randomness, Walmart. Along with laundry, I'm absolutely, unequiviocally not a fan of Walmart. They generally do have the lowest prices and I'll give them that. But that's all they get from me. The list of issues I have with Walmart are these: it's a zoo. A very chaotic, state fair people watchin, roller derby pushin kind of zoo. The parking lot is just as crazy. I'm a firm believer that as soon as you turn into the parking lot all the rules of driving go right out the window. You have people driving down the wrong way trying to park the opposite way (only to back up & move forward 45 times before nailing it), pedestrian crosswalks are completely ignored and random baskets flung all over. If you're lucky enough to survive parking, you get then get the pleasure of experiencing....Walmart. (cue grim reaper music). It's a no holds barred, basket crashing, fight to the finish line. Only to get to the finish line and realize there are only 3 checkers and 2 self checkouts. And it's the first of the month. And it's Sunday. And you're screwed. At this point I will either be texting Adam or my sister with something to the effect of "OMG! I'm at Walmart and there are no checkers and 84 BILLION people here!" That's how we roll. So I'm currently pitching the idea of having kiosks set up randomly around the store selling margaritas. Paton pending.
Next on the list is bragging on my little man. He is doing great with his ABC'S & 123'S. He is able to recognize most all of them out of order and tell us what sounds they make. I have started working with him on writing his name which has thus far proved fruitless but he is trying and excited which is all that matters. Basically he just draws a circle and says "I did it!" Melts my heart. His vocabulary has picked up tremendously. He has started telling me "that's not necessary mama". I have no idea where he got it ;) He will be starting preschool next August so I'm trying to prepare him the best I can. He loves to learn and ask questions so I know he will do great in preschool.
I think that's all the random ramblings I have at this point. I'm sure you are all smarter for having read this post. I will leave you with this: it's hot. Have a great Thursdays my friends!
P.S. Once I get the hang of this thing, I will start posting pictures.
Love,
The Mrs.
I am attempting, for the third time, to get into couponing. We will see if the old addage of "third times a charm" is true. Couponing is an animal. A completely different animal than say, just plain old sales. It takes research, price comparison and TIME. Holy God does it take time. I have yet to dedicate any time to it but from little I've done, it takes time. From what I've seen on Extreme Couponing, you generally have to go to several grocery stores in order to get the best possible deals. I know it can get competitive but I'm prepared for that. I use to hit some pretty serious sales in my younger years (when I had the extra $ to drop $100 on clothing for myself and myself alone) Plus I grocery shop at Walmart. That's like being raised in the Bronx. So I have started stock piling my coupons and Adam did some research online. I feel like we are ready to go. I'm going to go at some point this weekend so we will see how it goes. Keeping my fingers crossed I don't have a panic attack.
That brings me to my next randomness, Walmart. Along with laundry, I'm absolutely, unequiviocally not a fan of Walmart. They generally do have the lowest prices and I'll give them that. But that's all they get from me. The list of issues I have with Walmart are these: it's a zoo. A very chaotic, state fair people watchin, roller derby pushin kind of zoo. The parking lot is just as crazy. I'm a firm believer that as soon as you turn into the parking lot all the rules of driving go right out the window. You have people driving down the wrong way trying to park the opposite way (only to back up & move forward 45 times before nailing it), pedestrian crosswalks are completely ignored and random baskets flung all over. If you're lucky enough to survive parking, you get then get the pleasure of experiencing....Walmart. (cue grim reaper music). It's a no holds barred, basket crashing, fight to the finish line. Only to get to the finish line and realize there are only 3 checkers and 2 self checkouts. And it's the first of the month. And it's Sunday. And you're screwed. At this point I will either be texting Adam or my sister with something to the effect of "OMG! I'm at Walmart and there are no checkers and 84 BILLION people here!" That's how we roll. So I'm currently pitching the idea of having kiosks set up randomly around the store selling margaritas. Paton pending.
Next on the list is bragging on my little man. He is doing great with his ABC'S & 123'S. He is able to recognize most all of them out of order and tell us what sounds they make. I have started working with him on writing his name which has thus far proved fruitless but he is trying and excited which is all that matters. Basically he just draws a circle and says "I did it!" Melts my heart. His vocabulary has picked up tremendously. He has started telling me "that's not necessary mama". I have no idea where he got it ;) He will be starting preschool next August so I'm trying to prepare him the best I can. He loves to learn and ask questions so I know he will do great in preschool.
I think that's all the random ramblings I have at this point. I'm sure you are all smarter for having read this post. I will leave you with this: it's hot. Have a great Thursdays my friends!
P.S. Once I get the hang of this thing, I will start posting pictures.
Love,
The Mrs.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Weekend wrap up
"Let me ask you something. When you come in on Monday and you're not feeling real well, does anyone ever say to you, "Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays?" Office Space. That movie could sum up any work place.
Well friends, it's Monday and we're back to the daily grind already counting down the days to our 2 day reprieve known as the weekend. This past weekend was a successful weekend full of family pictures, Andy Alligators and laziness. It was hot, of course, but we tried to make the best of it.
Family pictures went surprisingly smooth. With temperatures in the 100's, 9 hot, sweaty grand kids (ages 9mos-7 years) and 13 adults we really couldn't have asked for a better turnout. I'll post the pictures as soon as I get them back. Janelle did a great job of keeping the pictures going so there wasn't a whole lot of down time and in turn we were only there for about an hour.
The long hot day called for a glass of wine so my sweet husband was so kind as to pick me up a bottle. I was lucky enough to be able to drink one entire glass on the patio in complete silence. It. Was. Bliss. I absolutely relish every chance of quietness I get these days. It's a necessity for my sanity. I'm sure you all can relate. I love my son but he is a very active and loud 3 y/o. Because he is so loud my husband in turn has to turn the t.v. up louder so that he can hear. Our home isn't a big one and with the temps topping out at 1 million degrees I'm like a caged animal in the middle of a battle to see who can be the loudest. (side note: I can't pretend I'm completely innocent because A) my husband will call me out on it and B) I did have to use my 'mom' voice a few times which caused all volumes to elevate. It's a very viscous cycle.) So by the time I got to my glorious glass of wine I wasn't sure if I should chug it or just shove my whole head in it. Instead I chose to savor it. It was still a little warm outside but none the less it was nice and refreshing. After adding on the final touch of my blinged out wine koozie I was instantly transported to NYC with Carrie, Samantha, Charolette and Miranda solving the worlds problems with a cocktail and Jimmy Choo's. Only trade those in shortly thereafter for brushing teeth and bedtime songs.
So, now to switch gears a little. I'm going to need some suggestions from all of 4 my followers ;) (or anyone else for that matter who happens to be reading) I'm a true blue girl at heart and lately I've been on an everything romantic kick. From movies to books to music, if there is a guy saves girl, girl falls hopelessly for guy, or guy gets girl 16th birthday cake and sits on a table to wish her happy birthday, I'm all about it. So I need some suggestions for music. I am loving bluesy, jazzy types these days. John Mayers' 'Gravity' being right up there with Eric Claptons' 'Layla'-the slow version, of course. I'm not too into cheesy country "I'll love you forever" type songs. I need some sexy, raspy, bluesy type music. That coupled with a bottle of wine and you have yourself a great evening with your spouse =) Any suggestions are appreciated!
On that note, I will end with a little snipit from Sixteen Candles. The ending still makes my heart skip a beat and bring a smile to my face.
Well friends, it's Monday and we're back to the daily grind already counting down the days to our 2 day reprieve known as the weekend. This past weekend was a successful weekend full of family pictures, Andy Alligators and laziness. It was hot, of course, but we tried to make the best of it.
Family pictures went surprisingly smooth. With temperatures in the 100's, 9 hot, sweaty grand kids (ages 9mos-7 years) and 13 adults we really couldn't have asked for a better turnout. I'll post the pictures as soon as I get them back. Janelle did a great job of keeping the pictures going so there wasn't a whole lot of down time and in turn we were only there for about an hour.
The long hot day called for a glass of wine so my sweet husband was so kind as to pick me up a bottle. I was lucky enough to be able to drink one entire glass on the patio in complete silence. It. Was. Bliss. I absolutely relish every chance of quietness I get these days. It's a necessity for my sanity. I'm sure you all can relate. I love my son but he is a very active and loud 3 y/o. Because he is so loud my husband in turn has to turn the t.v. up louder so that he can hear. Our home isn't a big one and with the temps topping out at 1 million degrees I'm like a caged animal in the middle of a battle to see who can be the loudest. (side note: I can't pretend I'm completely innocent because A) my husband will call me out on it and B) I did have to use my 'mom' voice a few times which caused all volumes to elevate. It's a very viscous cycle.) So by the time I got to my glorious glass of wine I wasn't sure if I should chug it or just shove my whole head in it. Instead I chose to savor it. It was still a little warm outside but none the less it was nice and refreshing. After adding on the final touch of my blinged out wine koozie I was instantly transported to NYC with Carrie, Samantha, Charolette and Miranda solving the worlds problems with a cocktail and Jimmy Choo's. Only trade those in shortly thereafter for brushing teeth and bedtime songs.
So, now to switch gears a little. I'm going to need some suggestions from all of 4 my followers ;) (or anyone else for that matter who happens to be reading) I'm a true blue girl at heart and lately I've been on an everything romantic kick. From movies to books to music, if there is a guy saves girl, girl falls hopelessly for guy, or guy gets girl 16th birthday cake and sits on a table to wish her happy birthday, I'm all about it. So I need some suggestions for music. I am loving bluesy, jazzy types these days. John Mayers' 'Gravity' being right up there with Eric Claptons' 'Layla'-the slow version, of course. I'm not too into cheesy country "I'll love you forever" type songs. I need some sexy, raspy, bluesy type music. That coupled with a bottle of wine and you have yourself a great evening with your spouse =) Any suggestions are appreciated!
On that note, I will end with a little snipit from Sixteen Candles. The ending still makes my heart skip a beat and bring a smile to my face.
Tell me you're not smiling =)
Love,
The Mrs.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
To fold or restart the dryer. That is the question...
As we speak, I have a small mountain of clothes sitting on our couch. Unfolded and probably wrinkled by this time. I also have a load in the dryer AND a load in the washer. Laundry is the bain of my existence. I don't like it and I'm pretty sure it doesn't like me. So much so that I refuse to do my husbands laudry. Now, if you know me then you might already know this little tid bit about me. If not, then let me let you in on a little factoid about my allergy to said laundry.
I'm not a bra burner or feminist in the least. (However I do think I could have been a hippy in my past life but that's a whole other can of worms). My mom being the wonderful mother she is, taught us at an early age to do our own laundry. I commend her for that and have actually started getting my 3 y/o in on the action as well. So I have been doing laundry for-ev-er. I dreaded the day when I was going to have to get married and do the laundry for a whole entire family. So I thought, I'm just not going to do it. Thankfully, I married a man who had been well taught by his own mom how to do laundry (thank you Janelle!!) I made it clear to him before we were married that I would do all the housework ect..but I absolutely, without a doubt, would not be taking on all the laundry. I put my foot down and that was that. It really didn't go quite like that but something to that effect. He has never really cared whether I did his laundry or not. He has always done it himself so it wasn't any big deal. Which was great for me!
So one fine day I decide I'm going to do his laundry for him. I took great care in seperating all the clothes, washing, drying and putting them in their own little piles. Then I go to tuck them away in his drawers and that's when I saw it. I had never been in my husbands drawers because, well, there was no need to. I open the drawer and was blinded by bright lights and singing angels. Every single sock was neatly paired with it's EXACT match. All of his unmentionables folded precisely and laid gently in his drawer. It was as if Martha Stewart had been there but failed to organize anything else in my home but my husbands drawer. I freaked. I open my drawer and stood there looking at the mess that is my 'unmentionables' drawer then looking back at his. Then I look at the pile of clothes I had folded for him. I knew the socks didn't match and the 'others' weren't folded. So I paniked. I threw them in and ran. Contemplating on whether or not I even knew my husband at all! Later that evening my husband arrived home and was quick to notice the not so fine job I had done of putting his laundry away. He said something to the effect of how none of his socks match and that I wasn't allowed to do his laundry ever again. And that, my friends, is another reason why I will not do my own beloved's laundry. A) I don't think he'd let me and B) I simply don't and wouldn't take the time to put it away with such precision and care. That's what makes him so wonderful though. He doesn't just do this with his laundry but everything he does in life. He takes great care and pride in all he does and that's what makes me happy that he's my hunk of a man.
So tonight I will be going home and restarting the dryer. Then I will sit on the couch next to the mountain of clothes and enjoy an evening with my husband and son. Because that's what I do best. It's good to take some time out of life to ignore the chores and spend some q.t. with your family. It's good for the soul. So go ahead and ignore your chores tonight. Just tell your spouse I said you could, I'm sure they'll understand.
Love,
The Mrs.
I'm not a bra burner or feminist in the least. (However I do think I could have been a hippy in my past life but that's a whole other can of worms). My mom being the wonderful mother she is, taught us at an early age to do our own laundry. I commend her for that and have actually started getting my 3 y/o in on the action as well. So I have been doing laundry for-ev-er. I dreaded the day when I was going to have to get married and do the laundry for a whole entire family. So I thought, I'm just not going to do it. Thankfully, I married a man who had been well taught by his own mom how to do laundry (thank you Janelle!!) I made it clear to him before we were married that I would do all the housework ect..but I absolutely, without a doubt, would not be taking on all the laundry. I put my foot down and that was that. It really didn't go quite like that but something to that effect. He has never really cared whether I did his laundry or not. He has always done it himself so it wasn't any big deal. Which was great for me!
So one fine day I decide I'm going to do his laundry for him. I took great care in seperating all the clothes, washing, drying and putting them in their own little piles. Then I go to tuck them away in his drawers and that's when I saw it. I had never been in my husbands drawers because, well, there was no need to. I open the drawer and was blinded by bright lights and singing angels. Every single sock was neatly paired with it's EXACT match. All of his unmentionables folded precisely and laid gently in his drawer. It was as if Martha Stewart had been there but failed to organize anything else in my home but my husbands drawer. I freaked. I open my drawer and stood there looking at the mess that is my 'unmentionables' drawer then looking back at his. Then I look at the pile of clothes I had folded for him. I knew the socks didn't match and the 'others' weren't folded. So I paniked. I threw them in and ran. Contemplating on whether or not I even knew my husband at all! Later that evening my husband arrived home and was quick to notice the not so fine job I had done of putting his laundry away. He said something to the effect of how none of his socks match and that I wasn't allowed to do his laundry ever again. And that, my friends, is another reason why I will not do my own beloved's laundry. A) I don't think he'd let me and B) I simply don't and wouldn't take the time to put it away with such precision and care. That's what makes him so wonderful though. He doesn't just do this with his laundry but everything he does in life. He takes great care and pride in all he does and that's what makes me happy that he's my hunk of a man.
So tonight I will be going home and restarting the dryer. Then I will sit on the couch next to the mountain of clothes and enjoy an evening with my husband and son. Because that's what I do best. It's good to take some time out of life to ignore the chores and spend some q.t. with your family. It's good for the soul. So go ahead and ignore your chores tonight. Just tell your spouse I said you could, I'm sure they'll understand.
Love,
The Mrs.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Can you hear me now??
Cell phones. They are our life line. For most of us anyways. If I happen to leave mine at home, I feel naked and absolutley lost the entire day.
My son. He is my life line. If I don't see get to see him much during the day I feel naked and absolutely lost the entire day.
Put the two together and you have trouble. Trouble in the form of a 3 1/2 year old flushing a cell phone down the toilet. Now, in his defense I will say it wasn't an actual working cell phone but none the less, it was a cell phone. In our toilet. Crammed in the confines of yuckiness.
The plan. To extract the electronic device ourselves (meaning my husband will do it while I keep our 3 y/o far, far away) to avoid a potentially detrimental plumbing bill.
This post. Dramatic? Yes. Necessary? Yes.
I found myself almost smiling after the whole "WHERE is the phone???" shock wore off for this reason. I feel as parents we have to go through these rites of passage. This is one example among a long bumpy road of something stuck in someones nose, call the poison control, the toilet is clogged with little Annies doll kind of situations. Situations I welcome because I know someday we will get the joy of laughing about them with our children as our parents do with us now. While the thought of ripping out our entire toilet (again, my husband will be doing the ripping), actually having to find the cell phone in the nasty abyss that is our toilet (I do clean it so no harm there) and then putting it all back together again does not amuse me in the least, I know someday it will. Which makes me happy.
Side note: this is also the same precious little boy who thanked God the other night for "candy, M & M's, and Cheese It's". Those moments FAR out weigh the 'stuck in the toilet' moments. Amen.
Love,
The Mrs.
My son. He is my life line. If I don't see get to see him much during the day I feel naked and absolutely lost the entire day.
Put the two together and you have trouble. Trouble in the form of a 3 1/2 year old flushing a cell phone down the toilet. Now, in his defense I will say it wasn't an actual working cell phone but none the less, it was a cell phone. In our toilet. Crammed in the confines of yuckiness.
The plan. To extract the electronic device ourselves (meaning my husband will do it while I keep our 3 y/o far, far away) to avoid a potentially detrimental plumbing bill.
This post. Dramatic? Yes. Necessary? Yes.
I found myself almost smiling after the whole "WHERE is the phone???" shock wore off for this reason. I feel as parents we have to go through these rites of passage. This is one example among a long bumpy road of something stuck in someones nose, call the poison control, the toilet is clogged with little Annies doll kind of situations. Situations I welcome because I know someday we will get the joy of laughing about them with our children as our parents do with us now. While the thought of ripping out our entire toilet (again, my husband will be doing the ripping), actually having to find the cell phone in the nasty abyss that is our toilet (I do clean it so no harm there) and then putting it all back together again does not amuse me in the least, I know someday it will. Which makes me happy.
Side note: this is also the same precious little boy who thanked God the other night for "candy, M & M's, and Cheese It's". Those moments FAR out weigh the 'stuck in the toilet' moments. Amen.
Love,
The Mrs.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Introducing the Mrs.
Hello! I am new to the blogging world so not really sure where to start. My ambition for starting a blog was to have a journal of sorts to record special, weird, random moments that go on daily in the life of my family. I read blogs on a daily basis and am a huge fan of 'mom' blogs just because they are funny and easy to relate to. So here goes nothing!
I am the momma to one beautiful 3 year old little boy, the wife to an amazing man, full time employee and part time student. We live a crazy busy life but love every minute of it! I love life and everything it has to offer. The endless possiblities that are at our fingertips everyday are mind boggling to me and I love knowing we are blessed enough with the power to grab those possibilities and run with them.
My husband is an army veteran. I still consider myself an army wife and probably always will. We went through one deployment in 2007-2008. I came away from it with so much admiration for my husband, family and our country. Sacrifice just doesn't seem to be a strong enough word to describe what goes on during a deployment. We have settled in Moore, Ok. and plan to stay a few years before moving. I have plans (dreams) of moving out of the city into the country on a huge acerage. My hubs doesn't agree with this so much. He says something about the mowing. I'm usually not listening as I'm busy daydreaming of how to decorate the big barn that will go next to the pond.
My little man is a wild man. He has a million different names from Roo Roo to Rynado to bubba. He is the apple of our eye and the source of our entertainment at all hours of the day. He has more personality and spirit in his pinky finger than I could ever imagine owning.
Our family LOVES the lake and we try to go whenever we can. We recently celebrated the 4th of July weekend at Tenkiller and couldn't have asked for a better time. The 4th is one of my favorite holidays, for obvious reasons.
As mentioned before, I work full time and go to school part time. I am an office manager by day and student/mom/teacher/maid/wife/boo boo kisser/ect. by night. I have a wonderful, supportive marriage, so while going to school in the evenings is a challenge (HUGE CHALLENGE) I know I've got a great support system at home. My husband is great at picking up the slack while I spend countless hours with my nose in the books (which has done a number on my tan or lack thereof. And waistline....or lack thereof).
I can't do this little intro of myself without mentioning my 2 beautiful sisters and loving, supportive parents. Everyone says it, but I'm pretty sure God gave me the most amazing family.
And that's it, folks. I'm not sure anyone will read this, much less gain anything from it. It's mostly just for myself, to have some recollection of what I've done on a daily basis. Because I'm 30 now. And forgetful. Enjoy if you will!
Love,
The Mrs.
I am the momma to one beautiful 3 year old little boy, the wife to an amazing man, full time employee and part time student. We live a crazy busy life but love every minute of it! I love life and everything it has to offer. The endless possiblities that are at our fingertips everyday are mind boggling to me and I love knowing we are blessed enough with the power to grab those possibilities and run with them.
My husband is an army veteran. I still consider myself an army wife and probably always will. We went through one deployment in 2007-2008. I came away from it with so much admiration for my husband, family and our country. Sacrifice just doesn't seem to be a strong enough word to describe what goes on during a deployment. We have settled in Moore, Ok. and plan to stay a few years before moving. I have plans (dreams) of moving out of the city into the country on a huge acerage. My hubs doesn't agree with this so much. He says something about the mowing. I'm usually not listening as I'm busy daydreaming of how to decorate the big barn that will go next to the pond.
My little man is a wild man. He has a million different names from Roo Roo to Rynado to bubba. He is the apple of our eye and the source of our entertainment at all hours of the day. He has more personality and spirit in his pinky finger than I could ever imagine owning.
Our family LOVES the lake and we try to go whenever we can. We recently celebrated the 4th of July weekend at Tenkiller and couldn't have asked for a better time. The 4th is one of my favorite holidays, for obvious reasons.
As mentioned before, I work full time and go to school part time. I am an office manager by day and student/mom/teacher/maid/wife/boo boo kisser/ect. by night. I have a wonderful, supportive marriage, so while going to school in the evenings is a challenge (HUGE CHALLENGE) I know I've got a great support system at home. My husband is great at picking up the slack while I spend countless hours with my nose in the books (which has done a number on my tan or lack thereof. And waistline....or lack thereof).
I can't do this little intro of myself without mentioning my 2 beautiful sisters and loving, supportive parents. Everyone says it, but I'm pretty sure God gave me the most amazing family.
And that's it, folks. I'm not sure anyone will read this, much less gain anything from it. It's mostly just for myself, to have some recollection of what I've done on a daily basis. Because I'm 30 now. And forgetful. Enjoy if you will!
Love,
The Mrs.
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