Happy Anniversary!

This post is for Red....You can read it too.


2 careers + 1 1/2 children + 2 dogs + 2 goats + 3 homes + 1 Bronco + 1 pickup + 2 cars + college + lots of fights + lots of make-up sex + worry + pride + good + bad = 5 Of The Best Years!



Today we have been married for five great years!

I wouldn't change them for anything. I've learned more in these five years about myself than I have in my lifetime. Thank you for being you. I'm honestly able to say I am happy and in love.

Here's to at least another 55 years!

Living in this place comes with a few perks!

I've seen the bright side, and I'll let you know when I see more perks.

But these are pretty good for now, different from good ole Utah, but maybe for the better.

I just got my drivers license in the mail today, and on the weight portion it doesn't say what I put on the application.

It puts me in a class of weight. Which happens to be the same class as Reds weight, which if you've seen us side by side you know that is freakin' awesome! I'm class 4, so is Red.

The other perk I forgot to mention was when I had to go to the drivers license division to get this license I was one of two customers in line. I wasn't early, it was a weekday afternoon. NICE! Now, get this and I'm so not exaggerating. There was one, ONE employee in the entire office, she was a sweet little old lady who did the eye testing, application, and processing. I was there for probably a total of ten minutes, and thats rounding up.

So there you have it. This place has at least two nice perks!

And life looks good

I'm not sure what lesson if not several I was supposed to learn yesterday, but I'll continue to learn them I'm sure.

After I posted the city workers came by and told me my car was in the way of the plow, I explained why it was there, and that I couldn't move it. The worker listened and informed me that I had 24 hours to take care of this. As you can imagine, this was just one mre reason to cry.

I called Red and left him some messages. He works with explosives so he has to keep his phone off a lot. And then I prayed, I prayed good and hard.

Later last night my Mom called after my sister read my post to her. She was going to be bring me money after she got done working. My sister was going to bring me a few groceries in the mid-morning, and between the two of them things were loking up for me and my sorry self.

The phone rang and it was our home-teacher. He'd called Red knowing it was his week off, to see when would be a good time to give a lesson. Red was on the ball enough to say "We don't really need a lesson, but we could use a favor and a gallon of milk." He explained the situation, and Brother Howell was right on top of things. His wife was running a few errands and would be back at eight with some milk and then he was going to come over.

Eight'o'clock came, so did he with the Elder's Quorum president who lives at the end of the block. And he brought me a gallon of milk. They worked my car out from where it was.

At 10:30 p.m. Red called and was coming home, for who knows how long, but long enough to help out. He carries cash and he has a work truck that he can use for private use, so he'll be able t get me to my credit union today.

Anyways I'm grateful Heavenly Father answers my prayers, I'm also grateful for my good family and ward members who made me feel better about life last night. I am grateful to know I'm never alone. Most of all I'm grateful for the good days!

Uuuggghhhh!

Today I went to the gas station to fill up the pick up. The low fuel light was on so it was vital that I get gas. I swiped my card at the pump. It said "see cashier." I waited for the pump to reset. Tried again. Same thing. So I tried my other card. Same thing. I tired them both probably three times.

I went inside and thought I'd prepay. I asked the lady at the counter to check my card. She swiped it an said it had been reported stolen. STOLEN! It is my card with my name on it. She took the card and wouldn't give it back even thught she checked my I.D. Which has VOID punched in it because I'm waiting for this states license to come in the mail. Now I'm with out a debit, or credit card.

I got in the truck and called the bank. Appearantly they cancelled my cards with some sort of a block because important information about my account was stolen by a middle-man company. The cards are being sent but won't be here for seven to ten days. There is a credit union here in town that I could get money from if I had a license that didn't say VOID on it. What the HELL! I'm stuck here without any gas and I needed groceries like milk for my baby cause we aren't doing formula anymore and I can't do anything. I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday and the only vehicle with any gas is my car that's stuck on the street, cause the snow is so deep around it.

My week is pretty much goone to crap. I really feel alone, and ridiculous. My "low fuel" light is still on and I don't ever carry cash so it's going to be a rough few days till I figure something out. If you have any advice feel free to send it my way.

Here's some tidbit's about my weekend/life.

I'm hoping someone else out there can share there weekend woes with me. I don't like being alone.

The weekend started out great, just like any other weekend. My house was clean, which is so abnormal. My laundry was caught up, again abnormal. My husband was going to get a day at home before his time off, again abnormal.

We planned my babies first birthday party for the first of February. His birthday is on the seventh, but Red is supposed to work. I already ordered cake, and balloons, cause I was trying to be efficient and plan ahead. When Red came home, he filled me in on the fact that his work is super-crazy-busy, and he has to work his week off. I shouldn't cmplain when the rest of the counrty is looking for work and we have extra, but five weeks with my baby and not really any relief seems a bit daunting.

I talked to my sister who is super organized and more on the ball than I'll ever be, and she was wondering if the same Sunday the birthday party was on was the same Sunday as the Super-Bowl. If I was married to any ther man besides Red I would have probably knwon that when I planned the party, and made invitations. But, here's a fact, Red is the one man on this earth who has no interest or passion for any organized sport whatsoever. I was glad my sister brought this up. Why would I be glad? I live in another state than all the family I invited, just an hour away. But, I'd feel bad to have everyone think they need to spend a relaxing Super-Bowl Sunday driving and doing a baby birthday party, because you know, they are super exciting.

Red and I did some damage control and called those we invited and let them know of the change of plans, because now he can get someone he works with to cover for him for the evening of our babies real birthday. Lucky for us this woked out, we only had a few kinks.

Sunday morning, Red left for work at 2:30 a.m. I stayed in bed till 7. I got up got ready for church, and looked out the window, we had about 4 inches of snow. Yipee! The car was parked outside of the garage and the truck was parked inside. We've had great weather so I've been driving the car lately. I went and switched the carseat, coats, and other things to the truck. I live at the top of a hill and this state doesn't believe in plowing or salting the roads, they don't do a thing. When it's snowy I always take the truck. Red drives his work truck, and we both have 4x4. I backed the car out of the driveway, and I got stuck in the middle of the road, just kitty-crner from my house. I worked on it for about fifteen minutes. My neighbors across the street just watched, nice neighbors huh? I went back and called Red crying cause I wasn't sure what to do. I can't just leave my car in the middle of the road. He called my uncle for help. He lives on the other side of town, it took him about fifteen minutes to get to my house. At this point I'm late for church, and I haven't called anyone to let them know. Which means my class has to go with someone else.

In the meantime, while I was waiting for my uncle to come I was getting Rowdy ready for church, I was ont he phone and walking out of his bedroom and I whacked his little head on the doorway. I burst into another balling fit. At this point I'm feeling like nothing but a failure. My day was going from bad to worse.

My uncle came and moved my car. I started balling when I saw him pull up. Funny thing abut this pregnancy, when I start crying I am usually on the verge of tears the rest of the day. So, I cried the whole way to church and I held back tears the rest of the day. I came home and got Rowdy put down for a nap made some cookies to take to my aunt and uncles house and crashed myself. The rest of the day I didn't really dare to do much.

I'm glad this is the start of a new week. My anniversary is on Saturday, 5 years! I'll probably be spending it alone, because Red is wrking this week, remember, it's supposed to be his week off. Hopefully I'll get to see him sometime. And hopefully I can shake this "down in the dumps" feeling.

Happy One Year Bloggiversary To Me!

Well guys, it's been a year you've all put up with me.

Technically just over a year.

I started this blog January 17th 2008.

To my surprise, I've actually kept up with it.

Thanks for stickin' it out with me!

And cheer's to hopefully one more year!

My Craving For The Day Is....

Yup! You guessed it... A Starbuck's Green-Tea Frappucino.

Have you had your's today?

Hmm.. Maybe his name should have been 'Danger'

Maybe the last few weeks are a simple preview of my life and what's to come.


In the last two and a half weeks this boy has done the following:

-Smashed his finger backwards in a drawer, which resulted ina trip to the E.R.

-Fell on a door stop, which cut his lipfrom front to back and a small cut in his gums

-Ate magnets, which means I get to dig through his poop

-Fallen off the high side of the couch

-Swallowed Jet Dry


Sometimes I catch myself wondering if it would be any different if he were a girl.

"Man-Signals"

Let me begin with my story. Last night Red (My husbands new name, which he shall be known here on out) was home for the evening from business. We made dinner together, cleaned up, he bathed Rowdy and got him snug in his bed, and I wasn't quite as tired as most normal nights since I had more help than a nrmal night around here.

I sat infront of the couch, because I love to sit on the floor in front of my couch. Next time I'll just buy a wall. Anyhow, Red came over, sat behind me on the couch, he likes to sit on the couch, he started giving me a back rub. Oh, Ooh, did my ever pregnant back need a back rub. Have I ever mentioned Red gives REALLY great backrubs? Well, he started to slow down, almost like he was going to stop, I shifted and showed him another problem of my ever pregnant ever painful back. He rubbed a little bit more, squoze a boob and continued to rub my back for another good long while. He started to stop, and I let him know there was another problem area.

I was literally in heaven. My back hasn't felt so nice in weeks. All my kinks were slowly being worked out. And then he stopped, sighed a big old sigh, and announced "I'm going to bed, you're ignoring all my Man-Signals." and with that he walked down the hall.

WHAT!! You mean he wasn't rubbing my back because I am carrying his second baby while caring for and nurturing his first? He wasn't rubbing my back because he felt sorry I'm pregnant and I'm probably going to get more stretch marks!? He didn't give Rowdy a bath and get him to bed early because he felt so bad for me for having to do that most nights all on my own, and wanted me to have a break? He didn't help me with dinner and the dishes, because he knows my feet get sore by 5 p.m.? Those were all MAN-SIGNALS for sex?

How could this be possible that I didn't read the MAN-SIGNALS all night? That he was really were buttering me up for some passion between the bed sheets? Is my brain really pregnant cloudy mush?

And get this, when I tried to play it cool, like I'm a regular Rico-Suave, he read right through me.

What's a girl to do? Tell me, would you have made my same mistake? Would you have been smarter than me? Would you have understod Red and known his outgoing signals? Please, I'm very interested to hear?


I offered to give him a back rub....with his shirt off.

My life as an oil field wife.

Alright kids, I'm going to get a bit personal about myself and my life. Yes, I have a serious side and a life.

Do you remember being a kid and dreaming about being a forest ranger, a zoo-keeper, or a magician's assistant. Yeah, I had all those ambitions too. I used to day dream about being somebody big when I was a girl. I also used to dream I was going to marry a British spy who was also a proffesional motorcycle racer.

Life changes, God gives you directions you would never imagine for yourself.

I married a plumber who happens to be a redhead, and owns a pick up. We were really content with our life and then one day his mind started to wander. He had these nagging thoughts, and no, they weren't me. He felt compelled to go in an entirely different direction. Then by chance an uncle mentioned working in the oil fields. We listened and went on with our lives. Then my redheaded groom let me know that this thought had been plaguing him for months. We had tons of long, hard, good and bad discussions about this proposed change.

That was in the early summer of 2006. And in the spring of 2007 my red-headed groom and I decided it was time to make the change, we decided together. Were we scared?
Heck Yes we were!

After nine years in his career, he quit being a plumber. Plumbing was a relatively safe job, we saw each other every night, and we woke up together every morning. We grew pretty routine with our lives.

Next, we took each other by the hands and turned the sharpest turn we could take on the path of our life.

There were lots of tears, and an entire year living not only apart. but living in two different states. My red-headed groom had gotten himself an apartment, and he lived two and half hours away. He worked crazy and unpredictable hours, so going to visit wasn't really a guarantee that I would see him. He got trained to work with very large equipment, very large trucks, and very dangerous explosives.

I stayed at our home and worked and continued my schooling. I took care of our dogs, I did all of the lawn maintenance, I cared for our home and I carried our child without complaint because we chose this path together. I stayed alone two thirds of the time, because my red-headed groom was gone that much. He came home every three weeks and we started the whole process again. There were lots of sleepless nights, and lots of tears and lots of worry. There was also lots of pride when my groom would reach his next goal and accomplish the things that didn't come easy for him. We shared lots of milestones and congratulations as we both wrked towards our seperate lives.

I carried our first baby and he missed two thirds of that. Two thirds that neither of us will ever be able to experience together again. But, he was there when it mattered. He was there when our first baby was born.

We moved, because it was the best thing to do for our new family. It was the hardest thing anyone in my lifetime has ever asked me to do. My family are the best friends this life has given to me. And I had to make the choice to be away from them. I had to choose to raise my baby away from his Grandparents and from his cousins. Do I regret that choice, sometimes I do. Sometimes I feel like I could pack it all in go back to my support system.

I have had to grow up. I learned how tough I have to be, is it fair? Not always. I think I took a lot for granted back in those days of plumbing, where my redhead was around to do things big and small. When he isn't around it's just me, and I can feel very inadequate at times. We moved to this crazy state, we get to see a lot more of each other than we did. I know its what's best for our little family. We both left what was familiar and comfortable.

Sometimes the best isn't the easiest. Sometimes, what's best takes nothing but pure determination. Sometimes I don't like what's best. But, I try not to complain because we chose this path.

And then my redhead pulls up in his pick-up. He comes inside and that is what's best. My baby and I are no longer missing what makes us whole. We are complete, and that's what's best. And we don't complain because there isn't much to complain about and that's the best.

I might not have grown up to marry a bull-rider, or own my own river rafting tour company, but I have this redhead that has given me his heart, and I have given him mine. I've also sacrificed for him in ways that I don't think anyone would fully understand. I'm not sure if he will ever fully understand what it took for me. I don't know if my children will ever know the kind of committment I have to their father to take this journey with him.

This path could very well make me wrinkle before I'm supposed t be wrinkly. I'll probably go grey ahead of my time, and that's okay. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. I get to have that opportunity every third week.

Take away from this what you will, but let me assure you. I am happy. My life is good. Maybe a bit different, but who's isn't?

Now please tell me I'm not alone. Tell me I'm not the only one who's dreams are different than those of my little girl hood. How has your path curved? When did it go left where yu thought it should go right? Where is God directing you? Or did you end up taking the exact path you always knew you would?

Back With Good Intentions

Alright, let me tell you how much I enjoyed my blogging break. I feel great about it! Every once in a while it's nice to go, and not let this blog of mine be a concern. But, alas my break is over.

I hope all of you had a good Christmas and New Year's. Our's was good.

This is the only picture where Rowdy looks like he is slightly cncerned about the camera on Christmas morning. Frankly, all his new toys were way more exciting than posing for mom with the camera.


This has been fun. With this cold weather the wildlife come down lower where they'll find more vegetation. I took this picture from my bedroom window. They have been coming around every evening. Tally loves it. She gets all ferocious, and it makes my husband squirm, because we had to go and buy a house in the city limits, so it does no good to even try to track these guys.


We've settled right back into post holiday life around here. And this little nut is silly as ever. He is getting really funny. I can't even believe his birthday is coming up soon.


Are we really qualified to be parents? Wait don't answer that.


And some of the exciting news was I got to have my funnest sister-in-law ever come and stay for a few days. And even better she took the last puppy with her. Bonus!


Now we are officially a puppy free home. Yay! Now, I am getting to the things I have really been wanting to get to. Our guest bedrom has been stripped and is in the process of being remodeled. We are refinishing the ceilings, putting up new trim and new doors. I'll post a picture when all is said and done. I am the most excited to start having color in this way-to-white house of mine.