Happy 4 Years Cowboy!!!

This might be a bit sappy!!!......and lengthy....but its my blog right?

Cowboy and I have been married for four years this year, I have to say they have been a lot of fun, and a lot of work. I want to dedicate this post to Cowboy today, because I am more in love than I have ever been, tomorrow it will be more than today and so on and so on. Anyways, I have to tell you all a bit about Cowboy. He has a rugged exterior and can come across as a man’s man, somewhat predictable, he comes with a browning hat, and a pocket knife, shaves once a week, same haircut a 1 on the bottom and a 3 on top. He doesn’t often seem to be very soft, lovable or affectionate, I’m sure people who don’t know him easily think he is ornery or non-caring, because he is more the strong silent type (you know saying as little as possible). He is an observer more than a participator, even with family he just sits back and listens rather than jump right in to be the center of attention.

Cowboy makes me weak in the knees! He is so honest and positive, he can always put a good perspective on things for me. He has a take charge attitude and is assertive enough to get things going he doesn't know it, but it drive me wild!. He opens my eyes to make me see the world to be better than it really is. I love that he doesn’t talk bad about people. He doesn’t complain or vent about people in private. He is kind, genuine, and sincere his heart is good and his mind is in the right place. He doesn’t have it in him to worry about ulterior motives. He doesn’t have to stay on top of his game or worry about what others might think of him. He isn’t hot–headed and in our four years he has never yelled at me, however he has yelled at inanimate objects like the car, the lawn mower, the Christmas tree (I can’t imagine that they could be more frustrating then myself). I think that is why I love him so much, he is all the things I wish I could be more like. He is dang near my polar opposite, he is confident and composed.



I always feel sexy when Cowboy is around. He can give me just one look and I get all tingly and hot like I might possibly melt into a puddle (thank goodness for anti-antiperspirant), I love it when he pulls me into his lap and holds me with his strong arms. (They aren’t strong from going to the gym and working out, they’re all chiseled from years of hard labor which is even more sexy!) Those same rough, strong hands fit just right in the small of my back and he uses them to guide me from room to room. Ooh, I get all flushed just thinking about him. Cowboy comes with his own scent, I love it, it’s the smell of sweat, effort, and putting 101% into even the smallest of tasks (just ask my mother, I'll bet she would disagree). Cowboy knows all the words to every Johnny Cash, Charlie Daniels Band, and every other song writer who sings old story/folk songs. He sings with them on the radio when we drive, it's so darned cute the way he sings like nobody is watching!

Cowboy is a man of many talents and skills, most of which I really enjoy, although some I never thought would be interesting (going into the mountains and looking for signs of animals with no guarantee you will ever see one, all in hopes of later coming back with the intention of shooting that same animal that left a little poopy, all the while confidently knowing its going to come back and leave another little poopy). If Cowboy starts something he will finish it, if it’s a new hobby he will master it. He is an amazing teacher, his hard work pays off. I love when he teaches me something new, the amount of patience he has is beyond normal. Those of you who know me, know that I lack in the department of “staying focused.” I usually get frustrated long before he does. He is never more sexy than when he is using his shotgun, working on his truck, heavy lifting, driving his John Deere, or all dressed in camo to go hunting some sweet living creature at 3 a.m. when its 20 degrees outside! Oooh! My face is getting hot!



I get to see this side of Cowboy that many don’t. I’ve seen him cry and I’ve seen him vulnerable. I get the side of him that he doesn't show anyone else, including all of our family (they get glimpses every know and then but come'on Cowboy has an image to keep up). His sweetness, his soft side, his goofiness, they're mostly bottled and preserved for when its just us. Ooh, if you all could know this man the way I know him! He cares about people he wants the best for everyone......

How cute! he went to a widow in the ward and shoveled her driveway before shoveling ours, this is a regular occurrence whenever he is home he always checks on her to see if she needs any help. It makes my heart melt. I remember when we were first married and it was a bad snowstorm, Cowboy wanted to drive around just to help people who were stuck in their cars on the roads, he got dressed in his snow clothes and told me in his deep and raspy voice "you can come with me or you can stay home, but people need help and that's what I'm doing tonight". (There's that assertiveness I was talking about) He is especially cute with our little nieces he just thinks the world of them, he teases them, and loves it when they crawl on him and I think more then anyone else they get to see this unpreserved side of him. Lucky for them.... I've seen Cowboy go soft. Who knew he would ever love that little black and white pup. I never thought I would see the day. Shhhhh.....Don’t tell he would be mortified, and embarrassed, he would deny it eternally if he knew you know this particular secret. He is head over heel for her, he threatens to take her away on business with him, I so can tell he is serious too. (that's not sarcastic either.)




Cowboy is a redheaded fair skinned guy, he knows I love the sun and he is willing to get a sunburn just for me! He sacrifices so much for our little family. I know its not easy on him, if ever there were a giving person it has to be Cowboy. I wish I was better at telling him just how grateful I am for what he does for us.

His deep voice and whiskers are mind boggling when he whispers into my ear from behind. His green eyes are enough to make my chest hot. Tonight Cowboy is away on business, and I am missing all of the things I take for granted. I have no one to whisper in my ear, or to kiss goodnight, no ones whiskers to scratch my neck and shoulders (it itches like crazy) when we cuddle, no calloused and rough hands to hold mine while we say our nightly prayers. I will miss spooning with him, the way he holds me tightly until I drift off to a deep sleep where I feel safe, secure and warm. Tomorrow I will miss waking up with his arm under my neck and my head on his chest and him kissing me on the forehead. Please if you have a Cowboy of your own do all of these things tonight, appreciate those simple things that make the two of you, you. Tell your Cowboy you love him, and hold him tight. If nothing else just be grateful he is there.



He is the cheese to my macaroni, aloe-vera to my sunburn, the vanilla ice-cream to my root beer float, the chips to my salsa, the peanut butter to my jelly.

Cowboy I love you like a big juicy cheeseburger............with a toasted bun, mayo, ketchup and mustard, ripe garden tomatoes, red onions, crisp lettuce, dill pickle slices, melty American cheese, and to top it all off that toasty bun has sesame seeds! That’s how much I love you Cowboy!! Happy 4 Years!!

I am going to go eat my guts out now, writing this post has given me 112 cravings!! I must go indulge.....

Baby Update

We had an appointment yesterday afternoon. Everything is looking good for our baby. His weight as of yesterday was 5lbs. 10oz. I think he just might be a bruiser. The Dr. took a picture, so far we are seeing a trend.



Yep, baby just isn't that photogenic. I told Cowboy that he doesn't pose for pictures very well. Cowboy told me that he's already taking after him. What a good sense of humor!

Notes from the wind swept oil fields of Wyoming……
The night shift:
I have had long nights in my life, nights with no sleep, nights of dealing with sickness, to much noise, to much light, a bed to soft, a bed to hard. But never have my nights been as long as the nights spent on the cold flats of the Wyoming oil fields. (-35 to -40 degrees sort of cold)
Everything is a fight when the temperature sinks that low. Rubber O-rings don’t seal, the electronic meters don’t like to meter, heaters don’t like to heat, and if you bare skin touches a piece of metal it will feel as though it is on fire. There is no cure for the wind. It is the wind that will separate the men from the boys, there are nights when I would like to give up and join the boys.
“What am I doing here?” I ask myself. what would possess a man to do this, to choose this? Is it the love of the job, the challenge, perhaps the opportunity to play with explosives? No, nothing like that. It is the love of a woman that possesses me, that carries me through the night, to know that a have the most wonderful wife waiting for me at home, to know that she loves me no matter what and supports me no matter how crazy my ideas may seem. To love and be loved…. This is what makes my world go round, these are the thoughts that I find wondering through mind in the middle of this cold, dark night.. And to see those Wyoming sunrises is one of those fringe benefits that doesn’t come with to many desk jobs.

Channeling My Inner Martha Stewart

This week I have a goal! I want to accomplish some crafts. These crafts were all started or purchased with the intent of finishing them. Most were started once upon a time, let's say las September/October. Then came finals, oh what lovely finals. They occupied my time from morning to night, and they plagued my dreams but I sacrificed the projects for those blessed, blessed finals. Next came Thanksgiving and the shopping the day after, and who has time to craft when you have time to shop? and before I knew it it was Christmas, where I shoved aside my inner Martha and pulled out the inner Rachael Ray. I made every damn Christmas candy I have ever had a recipe for. SO that month was over taken,

Then all of a sudden it was New Year's. What does a silly craft hold to a party that ends with a kiss? I tell you NOTHING! So once again those crafts collected dust out in the open torturing me with their guilt. I would walk past, they would scream at me "Finish us!" Cowboy and I got this harebrained idea that we should get a room ready for our little rascal, so we have been peeling wallpaper which is so much more motivational than stinkin' crafts.

Now the time has come, I no longer can handle the guilt. Its been long enough. I am going to finish these by the end of the week. I want to quit hearing their sad, sad screams every time I enter the room where they sit.



What you see here are the following:

A quilt that is intended to be our baby crib blanket, red yarn to tie

A John Deere fleece blanket that Cowboy picked out for our baby blanket collection. (How could I say no to Cowboy)

A half finished sock monkey, for said baby

Yet another craft requested by Cowboy, I am to make a cover/cushion out of that brown fleece you see there, for his center console. Just for his manly pooch so she has a soft place to put her tushy while she rides along side Cowboy in his beloved truck.
(Once again, Cowboy asks and I say yes with my eyes glazed over, I tell you what...someday there will be hope for me .)

So there you have it. Wish me luck I am going to try to get these done and my ears will feel peace.

Don't judge me, I have to vent.

I’m not even sure if this should be allowed to post, but I have experienced the worst part of my pregnancy last night. It wasn’t that bad compared to most. I am grateful for that.
Now let me explain....I have had a near perfect pregnancy without any flaws. I have had energy and I’ve felt really good I only got sick a handful of time all at the very first. It has gone so well I was able to hide it for thirteen weeks from every loved one I know, with the exception of Cowboy. We could have hidden it for longer if we wanted to.
Well last night at 1:30 a.m. I woke up with a Charlie horse in my leg that was so severe I woke up screaming and hopping on one leg around my bedroom the pain was so bad I couldn’t focus or rationalize what I was doing, my foot was bouncing on the ground repeatedly while I was holding my cramped up and immovable leg, well all those damn bed pillows I insist on having got the better of me! My clumsy foot just happened to jump on to them, My irrational body lost its composure and in the pitch black of my bedroom I my balance was lost, and I fell hitting my hip and shoulder on the footboard and I was flat on the ground! Tragic.... No my pain has spread to my hip which makes me limp and my shoulder which makes me cringe when I have to push my self up to roll myself out of bed. Dang!! I wish Cowboy wasn’t away on business, he would be such a good help to roll me out of bed.
Then the following hour it this all repeated itself only it was just shy of three a.m. And I hit the side of my abdomen, knocking over a glass of water on my night stand... Lovely. (when its pitch black and when I went to sleep I thought I would fill up the largest glass full of water thinking it was a great idea.)
Well when I finally did make it back to sleep, I was lucky enough to have yet another very vivid very real pregnancy dream/nightmare........ I was shopping on a historical street in a historical downtown nearby when I had my back turned some very sneaky thugs emptied out my purse and cleaned out my wallet. In dream land this was a very big freak out moment for me there were lots of tears, anger, nashing of teeth, the usual, I did all of the things one is supposed to do. I went to the bank and cancelled all of my cards, same with the drivers licence division and every other place I have a card too. Those thugs even took pictures of my family and all of nieces.
Now, since I have been pregnant it has been an almost any dream that involves my SIS, she has an extra basement bedroom, and would you guess who lives down there? PINK, that’s right the singer PINK lives with my sister, not only is she living with them she just happens to be my bro-in-laws sister. So, that’s right every dream I have my little nieces have an aunt who is totally unfair competition! She is way cooler of an aunt then any of us could possibly be, overshadowing even there unbeatable grandmas. I think everyone but my nieces is ready for PINK to go. Celebrity is no fun to have in the family. (Just in case any of you were wondering) This has been going on for dang near nine months, and I will be glad when I am not pregnant and PINK moves out!!! I want my nieces back in MY damn dreams! Any ways to top it off when I went to get replacement pics of them the only one my sis had were the ones she had given to PINK. So, I was just plum out of luck and hung my head in shame that I have no pics of my sweet nieces in my new replacement wallet.
Any how it was very disturbing, I hate PINK and I think that I have had this nightmare because everyone I know has this meme about what’s in there purse. So I will post that within days so these blogging Gods will frown upon me no more. Wish me better luck tonight I am going to go ice my hip and heat my shoulder.

What a SNOW!!

Cowboy and I love snow!! I love snow even more when Cowboy isn't away on business and he gets to do the shoveling. He was home for this last huge snowstorm. I went outside to keep him company and watch his muscles in action.

The snow was crazy deep by the porch.


I wasn't much help, but I
did smile for the camera....

When all was said and done Cowboy and his manly pooch came inside where it was nice and warm to watch the birds. They weren't even posing for this picture but I snuck up on them just like the indian that I am.

We are lucky enough to live just a couple miles away from one of the nations largest bird refuges, and we have a million trees all around us. We get to see all sorts of birds, this is a regular past time for us. Who new we would ever take up bird watching.

Who does this baby belong to?

Look close, you can see his nose and his lips. I think he looks like the spitting image of his handsome daddy. What do you think.

Sorry its taking so long between posts, I am still learning how to work out all the kinks.

Welcome To Our Blog

Welcome!!! We are so excited to have you. When we created this blog we had to eat a lot of crow. For years we have made fun of bloggers, now we find ourself making one (courtesy to all of Cowboys relatives who live out of state). We figure that this is a good way for you all to stay updated on what going on with our family.
We ask that any of you who add us to your blog or leave comments please respect our privacy and don't reveal our names. As we wish to retain some level of anonymity. Thanks so much for visiting. See you soon.

(as a side note Cowboy wants me to let everyone know he is just the technical consultant!!)