Ok… I’m nervous! Why? Because I had a job interview. Now I sit here thinking, what did I say that was probably stupid? What gestures did I make that were silly? Did I say the things they wanted to hear? Was I too personal? Did I shove my foot in my mouth unwittingly?

We had a Halloween party at work soon after I returned from the interview so that kept my mind from torturing me right away, but here its an hour later and I can’t seem to concentrate on work. In a way I do not want to leave this job and the new job will be for less money, but no more commute.... which will save almost 2 hours of my day away from home. (I commute with the hubby, it takes only 20-25 minutes to go each way, but because he starts an hour before I do, I sit in my office for an hour before work time). If I do get the job, it was meant to be. Keep your fingers crossed!

Man, to think of all the stuff I can do by staying home an extra hour and half each morning…I can go out and shovel manure or I could clean the kitchen.. HA!
Hmmm,… or I can always sit on my butt and watch my TiVo’d programs. Oh.. did I say that out loud?

My wife is on me to come up with a new blog. But she has been in my head for over a month now and I can’t think of anything else. She must be putting something in my cocoa. I would like to write about my kids, but I don’t want to be on the computer all night and I don’t want to pick just one. The holidays are coming and I look forward to being with all of them. What a lucky cowboy I am

We have 2.5 acres and 5 horses (2 of which we graciously babysit for a friend). I love the look of 3 rail wood fencing and that is what we put up on the northern border of our property, but wood does not hold up when you have horses (especially a colt that thinks he is invincible and just barrels toward the fence. He has knocked about 8 rails off and 2 times we have had to go retrieve him from the adjacent field. On the east side we have regular field fencing put up with t-posts, on the west side we have pipe fence posts and field fencing. Then on the southern part of the pasture we have also put field fencing with t-posts. Our neighbors to the east of us have electric fencing which has zapped me a few times, but we do not mind the fence because it keeps our horses and their horse from leaning over the fences. Only thing is, when the neighbor’s father got zapped so hard a while back (ouch!), they hardly ever have it on anymore. So their lonely mare wants to be with my horses and proceeds to lean on the fence. The neighbors to the west of us, they also have electric fencing that is strung on plastic t-posts about 1 foot off the property line, but it seems that they don’t ever have it on, because their horses have bent our fence posts into our pasture by about a foot. So… I think we have to break down and get our own electric fencing, this way we can get zapped all on our own when we forget to stand clear of the electric fence…. HA!

I am one to get periodically and thoroughly obsessed with something new. I am also one to get too involved with anything that has to do with the kids (who aren’t kids anymore). I was team mom for every kid in every sport and room mother each of my kids ten times over and I would save things that I thought another mother would think to be handy if they were to become over involved with their kids. I also collect pictures out of magazines of what I want to do when we remodel our home or a new project I want to try. There are so many magazines stuffed in every inconspicuous empty space I could find, about horse barns, scrap booking, recipes, getting organized, home décor and web design that I have no room left.
And as I write this, I think it funny that the other day I laughed at my husband for having too many junk drawers in the house and should combine the stuff and get it all out to the garage (the catch all for over storage of crap in the house).
Maybe it is time I get out that “getting organized” book and do something about it… oh wait, where the heck is it?

Our list is filled with projects to get done around this place. The last 3 weeks seems we have added greatly to this list. We have so many things to do we don’t know where to start. We got a big screen tv (52”) we had to cut down our old wall unit which was built in so the wall behind the unit was unfinished and the dang wall is tape and textured (luckily we know of a fast way to texture it). All we wanted was the tv.. but along with it came a huge project. And now that project has made it so we need to add another 3 projects onto the list.

It ended up my turn to change the toilet paper roll again at work. I made sure that the paper will roll off the top and not that awful roll under stuff. It is bad enough that one has to reach back 2 feet to even reach the roll, then to have to spin it a dozen times to get the paper to fly away from the roll, then you try and catch it and it rolls to the back again. It seems that every other time someone does that dang roll under stuff when it is their turn. What is up with that?
So, now you know that putting the toilet paper roll on the wrong way is one of my pet peeves. Where the heck did that saying come from anyway?

He wasn’t always a cowboy. Before we moved here to AZ, we were beach bums basically. He was my first love, my only love. I knew when I was 14 that he was the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. He is still with me and accepts all my faults (and I am full of ‘em). So, 36 ½ years and going strong, we are blessed with 6 kids and 2 grandkids (for now…. boys and daughter, get them babies poppin’ out!!!).
I cannot say how many times I re-fall in love with him. Take for instance the other day I was meeting him at the store to buy a big screen tv. I was going down an end aisle and from afar I glanced a nice looking cowboy with tight jeans and a black cowboy hat, then as I got closer I realized he was my hubby…. mmm what a nice sight. If my son had stuck around any longer he would have had to tell us to “get a room”.
Ok… so it’s a little mushy, but I love him!
Feels good to be me!

Marriage has been around since any of us could remember. It has not gotten any better; in fact it continues to go down hill. Divorce is a billion dollar industry in this country. Maybe that’s why it hasn’t changed. My thoughts on marriage of the future are simple. Time limits. Couples who are under 25 years old can only be married for 2 years. Older couples can choose between two to five years. Hey, you have to get your dog a new license every other year. Now don’t get excited. Let me explain..............
Remember how well each person treated each other while you were dating. With my system that pleasantness will return. Say your marriage contract was good for two years. What do you think will happen several months before it expires? It’s like dating again. She will be cooking and dressing up for you again and you will be doing those stomach crunches and opening doors for her. Plus, you can get married again. Think about it. You can get married as many times as you like. You know what that means? That’s right, more honeymoons. I know there might be some complications if she or he doesn’t answer yes. But that’s another blog! Admit it, it does make sense. Now the reason I bring this up is because for the past several years I was hoping to get SR’s cowgirl to marry me again with all our kids present. Hopefully all I need is a date and a room in Vegas. This is one project I don’t want to put in our unfinished projects list for too long.

People get very passionate about different things. Some are even passionate about their jobs. I, myself want to be passionate about many things, but I’m not. I thought of getting a job that I could be passionate about. Can’t think of anything I would want to do. I love animals, but I could get rid of them too. Does that mean I can’t get passionate about them? Maybe a sport would do the trick. Nah, I don’t really care if we lose. I only stay pissed for a short while. Some people can even get passionate over fruit! But I don’t like Rosie O’ Donnell either. Maybe the one thing that I am passionate about takes all my passion. Could that be it? Because there is only one thing that I know of that I can’t live without. There would be no sunshine and no reason to smile without a 5 foot 1 and ½ inch blue eyed blonde that goes by the name of SR’s COWGIRL. She will always be my number one unfinished project.

Don’t bother seeing if we are going anywhere. It’s Nascar time! And football! The remote will be found either in his hand or within an inch reach. We bounce back and forth between the race and a game or two. Why is it the dang tv knows that if one program is at commercial, that they all are at commercial? We hate commercials! We will usually set the Nascar race to record, then will sit down to watch it about an hour after start time, this way we can zap right thru those menacing things. But, geez.. today we didn’t even start watching the race until at least 1 ½ hours after start time and we still caught up to the true time. Thank goodness for the mute button and his fast finger!

Morning Quality Moments… everyone should have them. Right before the alarm is to go off (this is at about 5:15) you have time to just lay in each others arms and cuddle. Nice warm skin touching skin, you don’t open your eyes and you try and keep those extra few seconds of dark behind your eyelids. BUT… Then unfortunately you both have to pee. HA!
My husband came up with these initials, MQM, the other morning. First thing out of my mouth was, “hey, that would be good for the blog.”
This is only something that we have been doing for a short while now. The mornings used to be that he would get out of bed, make his lunch and then go turn on the tv for a while. For so many years he has always had to rise long before me. We carpool now and this makes it so I have to get outta bed way before my old body wants to, but I like it, because it gives us more time to spend together. I do end up at work an hour before my start time, but we sure save gas.
So, when I lay my head down at night I know that the next morning will bring another MQM.

A few months back I attended a foster care class. That night it was given by a man with many years in this field. If there is one thing I like, it is learning from those with experience.
I listened to him speak with my undivided attention, until he approached the subject of mistakes. He went on saying a child should pay for his or her mistakes. I immediately spoke up in opposition to his view. Well he said, if I were visiting you at your house and I knock over a glass and it breaks, wouldn’t you want me to pay for it. I said absolutely not.
I now have had time to think about it more and maybe he was right. This world would be a much better place if people didn’t make mistakes. Of course we have to start when kids are young. We need to teach them that mistakes are not acceptable in this modern world. Take for example a little leaguer. A ground ball to the shortstop and he picks it up and makes a perfect throw to the first baseman. The first baseman drops the ball. Did he drop it on purpose? I wouldn’t think so, so he must of made a mistake. He needs to pay for that mistake. I expect him to come to my house and mow my lawn right after the game. I didn’t get up early on a Saturday morning and sit on these frozen metal bleachers to see someone make a mistake. After all, we could lose the game. What about the rest of these parents, they need restitution too!
How about another example of mistakes that has to be paid for. A father invites his friends from work to meet his wife and 15 year old daughter. He is very proud of his daughter. When his friends arrive, he goes to introduce his wife and daughter, the daughter lets out a loud fart. Yes, if it was a son this happened to it would be funny and the daddy would be proud. But this is his baby girl. She didn’t do it on purpose, so it must have been a mistake. She needs to pay for it. She does have a pretty penny saved up for a car. Let take it all away. Your just not suppose to make mistakes.
The president of the US makes a mistake. Give him a rifle and send him to Irag. I know this is cruel, but a mistake by the president could cost billions and maybe even a life or two. He says he didn’t make the mistake. Yeah right, so did the kids.

Ohh crap! I just spilled my coffee. Oh ohh, a mistake. Please disregard all the above. I guess I’ll have to give this subject some more thought. I’ll just put it in my unfinished project file.

We have been together forever. Through all our years and our ups and downs we still make it thru.
We have so many lists of things we want to do, not only working around our land, but working with the horses, finishing a remodel job in the computer room, bugging our kids to have more kids (We want more grandbabies) , traveling and so much more. At times we are overwhelmed. But we are together for the long haul and we are An Unfinished Project.