Happy 12th Anniversary

Here we are-12 years and three kids later. Rock always says, "it just keeps getting better and better." For the most part I would have to agree. Things were rough when we first got married and I got pregnant one month after the wedding. Wasn't quite ready for that, neither of us were. But I must say that I wouldn't change it now. I'm glad that Izy came into our lives because at that time she was like my best friend-one that keeps you up all night, pulls your hair and spits up on your favorite shirt. Really, it was shortly after Rock's dad passed away and he spent alot of hours working and I had only been living here a few years so Izy and I were two peas in a pod.

Things have changed so much since then and I don't want to repeat any of it but I wouldn't change a thing. I have a tendency to be a realist and I know that hard times are mixed in with the good ones and so I am hoping for more and more good times together as a family. Each and everyone of our kids are such a blessing and I couldn't ask for more. That goes for Rock as well. He is a wonderful, honorable man, one that you can believe what he says. He is one of the rare ones that likes to talk and is a great listener (when he's not too tired). Always the first to apologize, I actually learned to apologize from him and his example. In my family that wasn't one of our strong points growing up. I know that I can trust him and he will be faithful to me and in taking care of our family. As for me, well, we all know that I am perfect and that anybody would be thrilled to have me for a wife and the mother of his kids. Truthfully, Rock is very patient and that is a big bonus for me since I am far from perfect.

We make a good combo and I am thankful for the last 12 years and looking forward to lots more. Thanks for being there babe-love you.

chicken

All of you with these 'chicken fears', do you know that I grew up right outside of town on the 12th hole of a golf course? My parents never let us have any pets and now I have 45 chickens and then some. I have to say that sometimes when they look right at you it is hard not to imagine them jumping on you to peck at you but hey, you press on and they are quite interesting little creatures. They are also quite interesting to watch, especially with 3 different age chickens interacting with each other.

This is one thing that I am not so sure about just yet but we will see. There are a few ornery ones that I wouldn't be so sad about losing so maybe later this summer I will invite you over for a homestyle BBQ

Later I will post some actual pics of my chickens. They are really cute and beautiful, not like the ones on the trucks.

Blanket town update

In case you were wondering what happened last night -they played outside, Pst Steve took Sage and his kids to get milk at a farm and Sage got to drink milk 'from a cow!', poor kid grows up on a farm and doesn't know that is where his milk comes from (where are his parents to teach him these things?!), checked the 42+ chickens, looked for barn cat kitties, hit some balls and played in the hose some more. By the time all this was finished and everyone had a snack and cleaned up they were all so tired they wanted to sleep in their own beds. Yeah for me!! About an hour ago I dismantled the town while everyone was outside playing and I haven't heard a word about it since. I did make them clean up all the little extras on the floor when they got back but all seemed to work out fine. What was I worried about?

Parental Supervision

I guess I am guilty of not providing enough 'parental supervision' because this is what I woke up to this morning. Most mornings about 8:30 I am awakened by someone asking me to get up to ... Not this morning. They were too busy creating a blanket town in my living room. Geez Louise, who told them to use board games to hold the blankets in place? Not me, I never taught them to create a blanket town at all, mainly because I couldn't handle the mess. Evidently this even has different areas for each kid. Wow that Izzy is quite creative.

This whole thing can be chalked up to Izzy who is now out of school and ready to self-entertain. It has already begun, melted chocolate on the cabinets (she was babysitting and they needed something to dip the pretzels in), tissue boxes emptied of all their tissues (she needed them to make beds for the many webkins that live at our house), wet clothes and towels (they were using the hose to spray each other on the tramp, swings and slide) multiple times during the day. Now they want to sleep in the blanket town which I know the results of; no sleeping, but lots of waking mom for 'whatever' the current problem is. Oh how I want to say "No way" but I remember doing it as a kid and how dare I deprive them of this memory. Be proud of me, I have really not said one word about the living room and I pointed that out to Izzy, she said "good job mom".

This is one of the entrances to the blanket town.

Well, "good job mom" to me. I will let them attempt to sleep in it and leave it up until the morning and then we will be done with it. Now if I was a really cool mom I'd sleep in it with them but I'm not, and I am OK with that. Anyway everyone will appreciate it if I get a good nights sleep because in the morning and all day tomorrow I will be much happier.

Now, if only I could get Izzy to be this excited about housework and chores-I won't hold my breath for that one.

Night time visitors

Do you have little 'night time visitors'? It seems that I have had them alot lately. Bad dreams, distrubed sleep, itchy skin, bathroom visit, the list goes on and on. I am not throwing this out there for advice (I know how to kick someone out). I am just mentioning it. When my kids were wee babes we did the 'cry yourself to sleep' method and they were all great sleepers, not perfect but pretty darn close. There is something to be said for walking you baby into their room and they try to dive into bed because they know what's coming. That has got to be the sweetest thing ever, so worth those hours of crying that you have to listen to in the beginning. Anyway, I digress...my night time visitors are bigger, wiggiler and sometimes have the worst breath ever!

I don't know about you but my light sleeping days seem to be over and when I go to bed I fall into a 'mom coma', you know that sleep that comes when you are so tired (it's also sooo late) and you know you will not wake until morning, hopefully rested and having had a brain transplant of some sort, you will be a happier, more cheery version of yourself. I have still to completely experience all of these things but I still have hope. These night time visits have been disturbing my whole plan and I am beginning to resent it.

Don't get me wrong, I have sympathy when 'Mr. Toast' is chasing you with a large knife trying to butter you so he can have you for lunch or you are sure that some sort of monster that I promise, promise, promise, promise, promised,...last night was not there has now show himself and mommy is a liar and deserves to have you sleep right next to her all night kicking her in the back and breathing in her face. I am sure I did not sigh up for this part either. And were does it say that daddy sleeps all night seemingly undisturbed by the nights entire events? Although if by chance he does wake up (it's when I am still awake from the last episode and I fake 'mom coma' so they will go to him) I have to hear about his 'heroic' efforts to calm them and get them back to sleep. Here's a 'bozo' button to pin on that big chest of yours and thanks for all the help all the other 20+ times they got up.

Last night was no different. Feet and knees in my back and arms draped over my neck only to have the sleeping husband decided that he also needs some cuddle time and there I am stuck in the middle. I hate being in the middle, I hate to be hot when I am sleeping and I definately like my space. I lay there steaming, tempted to slip out and go sleep in one of the empty kids beds but I am sure I won't get away without being detected. Alas, what is a mom to do...don't answer that!

Hello there blogging world!

Hello there everyone, I am back for a second time, hopefully no more internet problems. For Mother's Day I asked (sort of demanded) we get 'hooked up' properly and the big man gave in. Now when there is a problem with it I won't have to call him all the time, just call the provider.

This is how I feel right now. Like the little odd ball in life trying to catch up, cute but odd none the less. I don't want this blog to be all complaining, even though sarcastic, humor filled complaining is much more bearable than regular griping. My intentions were to document or diary a part of my life so I suppose it has, booby purse and all.

I could draw endless analogies with this poor sad fellow but I will spare you and just say that I am looking forward to brighter days and happier times. I could use a bit of that, I bet you could too. Sunny days, flowers, backyard grilling, pool time, etc... time that is lighter.

So here's to the days ahead and a good summer, inspite of the bumps in the road. I do plan to blog a bit more now...until then.

Remember Me?

Hey everybody, does anyone still read this non-existent blog? I suppose not since there is nothing to read.

Well, for now I am connected again. I have said this many times but I am convinced that if a man (who shall remain nameless) had been without all this time, I would not be without. I have to be fair, he has been making calls but he is dealing with more men.

Thank God he gave us the more patient heart or I would be even more looney than I am now. It's great being back online but now I am so crabby and irritated that I have nothing inspiring to say. My life is still running along it's crazy path of insanity and I am trudging right along. Spring is here and my life is filled with new babies; 30 baby chicks, 4 new baby kittys, friends with new babies, etc. It is exciting and fun but more craziness non the less. School is about to be out which I am dreading and I am having self-esteem issues regarding my mothering abilities. You know, just the usual stuff. So in the midst of all the junk I am looking for that still small voice to carry me thru. I know he's there I just need a new battery for my hearing aid.

I will be trying to catch up with everyone and stay in touch so let me know you are out there.