This is our newest addition, Rio. Our blue heeler, Rocky, died about two months ago, and at the time I told my husband that we were NEVER owning another dog...It just hurts too bad to lose them. Well, after tons of tears, I started missing having a dog around the house, and I think every kid should grow up with a dog, so I started looking. I didn't want another blue heeler...I thought that would be too hard for me, so I thought about an Australian Shepherd. I think they are gorgeous, but my smart husband talked me out of it because the poor dog would be a walking ball of grass burrs, etc. where we live. Then I heard about the litter that Rio was in, went to visit and fell in love. She is a Catahoula, and both of her parents are working cow dogs. The gentleman that I got her from assured me that she will work, but I'm more interested in a best friend/companion. If she bays cattle and helps around the place, great...If not, no biggie. I just can't wait for her to get a little bigger so that she can go with me 24/7.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Our newest addition
This is our newest addition, Rio. Our blue heeler, Rocky, died about two months ago, and at the time I told my husband that we were NEVER owning another dog...It just hurts too bad to lose them. Well, after tons of tears, I started missing having a dog around the house, and I think every kid should grow up with a dog, so I started looking. I didn't want another blue heeler...I thought that would be too hard for me, so I thought about an Australian Shepherd. I think they are gorgeous, but my smart husband talked me out of it because the poor dog would be a walking ball of grass burrs, etc. where we live. Then I heard about the litter that Rio was in, went to visit and fell in love. She is a Catahoula, and both of her parents are working cow dogs. The gentleman that I got her from assured me that she will work, but I'm more interested in a best friend/companion. If she bays cattle and helps around the place, great...If not, no biggie. I just can't wait for her to get a little bigger so that she can go with me 24/7.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Little things...
*WARNING--This post contains an ungodly amount of mushy things about my husband. :)
As I woke up this morning at 4:00 to get my husband off to work, I began thinking (as I do all the time) about how wonderful a man I am married to. I hope that everyone in their lifetime somehow gets a chance to be as incredibly happy as I am, and it's the little things that I love the most.
He has an incredible sense of humor. He's sexy as hell ;) He loves our family, and treats my children as if they were his own. He puts himself last, and expects nothing in return. He is the hardest worker that I have ever met. He is insanely smart....It's amazing. I always tease him that he could win every game of Trivial Pursuit, Jeopardy, etc. ever played. He has an incredible amount of knowledge from all aspects of learning.....granted, most will never apply to anything, but he KNOWS it. While I'm busy watching Real World (which I'm embarrassed to admit, but it's fascinating to me...maybe because I grew up so fast. I'm thoroughly intrigued by these young people on TV and their actions....), my husband is watching the Discovery Channel or the History Channel. Always trying to "better" himself...not just trying to watch a bunch of young adults running around like drunken idiots. He calms me. He protects me. I can't even begin to tell you how good it feels just looking at him. He smells good. He comforts me. He is my best friend. He spoils me....the man who never buys anything for himself is always thinking of new things to get me.....and when he buys me something, it's not something that I've hinted about for months, or begged for. I never have to. He pays attention, and he knows me. He always finds the perfect thing for birthdays, Christmas, etc. but the things that impress me the most is the "spur of the moment" things he surprises me with. For no reason, he will have just been thinking about something that I need or could use to make my life easier, or to bring a smile to my face, and he gets it for me. He's a pushover when it comes to my daughter (sorry, Honey), and I give him hell about it, but deep down, I think it's one of the sexiest things about him. He can just smile at me, and it makes my day. He gives GREAT foot massages (hint! hint, Honey!) ;) He doesn't really like to do it, but he does it because he's an amazing person. He has the biggest heart of anyone I have ever met. He would do anything in the world for anybody and not expect anything in return. He craves adrenaline rushes (well, he used to....after he broke both legs in motorcycle accident, I sidelined him from racing motorcycles and skydiving) He has lived so much and has so many stories.....I love his stories.
I could go on and on and on about my husband, but I have a feeling that I've embarrassed him enough, so I'll close this post.
I just honestly hope that everyone out there gets to experience this....It's a feeling that is so comforting, exhilarating, so profound......He completes me (I know that's corny, but it's true). I can't remember life before him, and I don't want to think about life without him.
I'm so lucky that he picked me.
As I woke up this morning at 4:00 to get my husband off to work, I began thinking (as I do all the time) about how wonderful a man I am married to. I hope that everyone in their lifetime somehow gets a chance to be as incredibly happy as I am, and it's the little things that I love the most.
He has an incredible sense of humor. He's sexy as hell ;) He loves our family, and treats my children as if they were his own. He puts himself last, and expects nothing in return. He is the hardest worker that I have ever met. He is insanely smart....It's amazing. I always tease him that he could win every game of Trivial Pursuit, Jeopardy, etc. ever played. He has an incredible amount of knowledge from all aspects of learning.....granted, most will never apply to anything, but he KNOWS it. While I'm busy watching Real World (which I'm embarrassed to admit, but it's fascinating to me...maybe because I grew up so fast. I'm thoroughly intrigued by these young people on TV and their actions....), my husband is watching the Discovery Channel or the History Channel. Always trying to "better" himself...not just trying to watch a bunch of young adults running around like drunken idiots. He calms me. He protects me. I can't even begin to tell you how good it feels just looking at him. He smells good. He comforts me. He is my best friend. He spoils me....the man who never buys anything for himself is always thinking of new things to get me.....and when he buys me something, it's not something that I've hinted about for months, or begged for. I never have to. He pays attention, and he knows me. He always finds the perfect thing for birthdays, Christmas, etc. but the things that impress me the most is the "spur of the moment" things he surprises me with. For no reason, he will have just been thinking about something that I need or could use to make my life easier, or to bring a smile to my face, and he gets it for me. He's a pushover when it comes to my daughter (sorry, Honey), and I give him hell about it, but deep down, I think it's one of the sexiest things about him. He can just smile at me, and it makes my day. He gives GREAT foot massages (hint! hint, Honey!) ;) He doesn't really like to do it, but he does it because he's an amazing person. He has the biggest heart of anyone I have ever met. He would do anything in the world for anybody and not expect anything in return. He craves adrenaline rushes (well, he used to....after he broke both legs in motorcycle accident, I sidelined him from racing motorcycles and skydiving) He has lived so much and has so many stories.....I love his stories.
I could go on and on and on about my husband, but I have a feeling that I've embarrassed him enough, so I'll close this post.
I just honestly hope that everyone out there gets to experience this....It's a feeling that is so comforting, exhilarating, so profound......He completes me (I know that's corny, but it's true). I can't remember life before him, and I don't want to think about life without him.
I'm so lucky that he picked me.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
A little history
This is a way to chronicle the events that we are going through moving back home to family land. Some posts will be hilarious, I'm sure (dealing with kids everyday), some will probably be just for me to "vent" my problems so that I can keep my sanity. Originally, this was my grandfather's land, and he took so much pride in it. I have vivid memories of him walking around in the hay field's with gopher poison trying to get rid of the little pests so that his hay field would be perfect and so that his hay equipment would not be damaged. He took that approach to everything. He put his heart and soul into this place. Since the time of his death, the place has steadily declined. Weeds have taken over, fence rows are no longer visible in most places....It breaks my heart. He scrimped and saved every dime that he ever made, and put everything back into this land. When my husband and I had the chance to move here, we jumped on it. I have always been in love with the layout of this land. It has everything. There are canyons that we've never even seen the bottom of, there are hills and lakes, and grass so green that it takes your breath away. I can't wait to see it in the condition that my Pops had it in....and we will get there...one day.
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