Hey!! I decided to start my own blog, for myself only, to help me categorize how I feel and my perception of experiences. I started using a diary but my hand started to hurt from trying to write so much. I am much faster at typing, and it takes alot longer for my hands to start to hurt. I also will be writing this in conversational style. Like I am talking to you. But it will be ALL REAL! This is really for me to vent, rage, laugh, cry, and any and all other emotions that I might be going through.
I guess that I should tell you about myself. I am a wife to an incredible man and mother to two wonderful children. My son, S, is six years old, almost seven. And my daughter, E, is four years old. My husband, D, is totally wonderful, and totally a pain, all wrapped up into one. But he is never boring! He has this way about him that makes me envious of him. He can walk into a room, and just start talking to people. Just as easy as you please. He is smart with a wicked sense of humor. He is everything that I want to be... sometimes. He works very hard so that I can stay at home with our children. HE has been working in Oklahoma for the last four (or five) weeks. We have seen him some since he has been gone. But he loves what he does, and he gets to travel, and space between us is actually VERY healthy for our marriage. Not that we have a bad marriage by any standards. I was told once two years ago (or so) by a friend that I haven't seen since college, that D and I were "in it for the long haul". SHe said she knew back when D and I were just dating. She was going through a very calm and reasonable divorce at the time, and it made me so sad. She told me that her and her husband were just roommates now. No passion, no hate, no love, no... nothing. Truly that must be the worst way to live (second to abuse, of course). I think that I was more devasted than she was. I held her hand and told her that it really was ok to be sad, not just for the loss of her marriage, but also for the loss of her dreams with him. I know in my heart that she will find someone who desires her and her dreams, but I think I just went off on a tangent!! By the way, that will happen here quite a bit. Remember, this is my ramblings.
Now back to D and I. We are in it for the "haul". I can't imagine life without him. He puts the "color" in my life, if that makes any sense. My life, in Technicolor!! That's what he does for me. And I hope that I do the same for him. I have not always been the best wife, but I am learning what it is to be a Godly wife and helpmeet to my husband. I know that he will tell people that one of my greatest attributes is that I can pack a house, completely, in two days!! And have it completly unpacked in two days. I HATE boxes. Now, he knows this about me because we have moved ALOT! By alot, I mean that we have moved once for every year of our marriage (at least) and we have been married for seven years! I am an amazing packing machine! I, however, do not pack the truck. That is D's job. I also don't unload the truck (or so I like to say). That has been our deal, but it always seems like there just aren't enough people around to unload the truck, so I have to help. But no more!! Last year, we moved (again) but into our own house, not a rental, and I told him that I under no uncertain terms was I moving again for a LONG time!! The kids were about to start school and they needed the stability of staying in one place, in one home, for a long time. My dream is to have my children come home with their children and say that this was the house that they grew up in. Well, that is until, D and I move to Belize.... but that's another dream.
I am an avid crafter. There is no craft that I can't conquer! Except quilting, crocheting, and knitting cables and lace! I love to make things. I love to sell the things I make. I hope that someday it can make some money (you know, retirment in Belize). I love to garden. I love to feed my children the things that I grow. I love letting them pick the toatoes off the vine and eat them, like I did as a kid.
I live in West Central Texas. The Big Country. But I was not born or raised here. I was born in New Hampshire and raised in Connecticut. That's right folks, I am a yankee. I moved to West Texas when I was seventeen and a senior in high school. My dad was in the Navy and retired that summer. It is really expensive to live in New England, and my grandfather had passed away that winter, and my mother thought that it would be great to live on the property that my dad had grown up on. THat didn't quite work out, so we moved to the closest town. When I say town, I don't mean anything metopolotan at all. The town had, and still does, a little over 300 people living there. My parent's have the same post office box that my granddad had.
Be back in a little bit, I have to take S to his last tee ball game of the season. So, since I hate posting without a photo, I am leaving you with a picture of a bloom from my hibicus tree.
I love that tree!!!
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