Sing Fat Lady, Sing

Wednesday the asphalt for the street in front of the new house wasn't even poured. Only part of the driveway and sidewalks were in. No Sprinklers. No lawn or landscaping. Inside, the stairs and railing were all messed up and had to be torn out and re-done multiple times. There were only a few pieces of furniture in the house, no decor whatsoever. The flooring for the west wing (okay, it's a mud room, laundry room, craft room - but it is kind of a wing, and it is on the west end of the house)hadn't been installed. Etc. all you want on that and you've got the idea of where we were in the process. By noon today (Friday) it was all done. (Alright, alright. I still want to to add drapes to a few rooms and add a few more pillows here and there. You're so picky.) DONE! The last week and a half Tyler and I have averaged a bedtime of about 4:30 am. Last night, there was no bedtime for me. BUT now, it's done. Now there are a gazillion people traipsing through it, and we can't move in for two weeks. BUT, it's done. Stick a fork in it. Cue the fat lady. Done baby.

I took a few pictures today, but I can't post them until I get my own computer hooked back up - hopefully tomorrow.

Boys will be. . .

A couple of days ago the boys and I went to the ranch for a photoshoot with my friend, Kiera. She has graciously let me post me some of the great pictures she snapped of my three wonderful monsters. She has totally captured their enormous personalities! Hope you love these shots as much as I do! (I can't wait to see the rest Kiera!) P.S. the new header is one of her shots as well - "Look, an ant hill! Smash it! Kill the ants! Aaaaah!" (boys making noises of screaming ants)

Tick-tock

I know, I disappeared again- I PROMISE to stop doing that in exactly. . . well, soon. The house is almost done, so when it is - I can blog like a madwoman because I will have nothing else to do. So much free time on my hands. Loads. OR, maybe I'll get around to doing some of the other things I've been blatantly avoiding. (Laundry doesn't count because, really, how long could I actually NOT do that before someone was out of underwear? Not long enough, that's for sure.)

Top 5 Things I Need to Stop Ignoring
1. Renewing My Driver's License. Apparently it expired in September, on my birthday, go figure. AND, I know, I could have just sent the renewal form back in August or something, but that would have taken forethought, and initiative, and (let's face it) caring - so I opted out.
2. Getting a new keyboard so I can type the letter 'e' without punching it. As if I didn't need enough help typing - although for only using 3 fingers on each hand I pretty much rock.
3. Playing my Guitar. Poor dusty guitar. (Okay, that's not entirely true. I would never let my guitar get dusty. NE-VAH! The case, on the other hand, is a different story.)
4. Planting My Garden. At least I'm par for my own course on this one - never planted before Memorial Day yet. . . why start now? I am destined to buy sugar peas and all other spring vegetables at the grocery store.
5. Riding the horses at home instead of just the ones at work! Enough said there.

Anyway, back to what I started out saying: the house has to be done by the end of the month so there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I took a few pictures inside and outside, but most everything is still masked off inside - kind of hard to tell what anything is.





Yeah, that's right. I said the end of the month. Two weeks and 1 day from today. Funny or scary - you decide!

Stupid Country Music

I'm irritable and grouchy today. Too many horses doing horse things - like getting caught up their ropes and nearly spearing themselves on fence-posts, or getting loose and running just far enough away from me to keep me running after them like some ridiculous cartoon. Too many kids doing kid things - like drawing on the carpet with sidewalk chalk, or poking each other in the eyes with their Harry Potter wands (okay, the wands are actually de-pointed skewers - and I realize now that sounds even worse. . .). Too many clueless drivers period. Honestly, can we look, or possibly SIGNAL before trying to run me off the road. Once in high school a guy-friend of mine made a comment to me that went something like this: "Dude, did you really just check your blind-spot? Chicks never check their blind-spot". Should I have been offended? Maybe, if I was the type, which I'm not. I wasn't, but that's beside the point. What is the point? The point is I started the day off a little cranky.
THEN, I turned the radio on in the car. You know what was on it? Country. Seriously. Country. This has happened occasionally. . . since I've been married. I don't understand it AT ALL. Tyler isn't a little bit country, he's more a little bit rock -n- roll, or at least something other than country. Nevertheless, the country thing happens. According to Tyler I'm a music snob because I don't like it. So be it then. No offense to all you country-loving bumpkins out there. BUT . . . country sucks. Really, really, really. There is no art to it whatsoever - at least in the new breed. Lyrics should be lyrical, a poem set to music, if you will. It doesn't have to be beautiful. That's not what I'm saying. Let's just try and write a lyric that differs somewhat from your everyday speech. Grrr.
Okay then, I'm done. Feeling much better. Thanks.