Got you ladies attention, didn’t I? Sorry, there not on a cowboy. When walking through Wal-Mart or other stores, I can’t keep up with cowgirl/Momma. She’s not very fond of shopping….Now, at the Equifest, it’s another story. The first reason to walk slowly is to check out the surroundings, anything from tack to cowboys. The second reason is those tight ass jeans. Her steps are a might shorter. Now I wouldn’t be complaining if I were able to walk behind her. I couldn’t seem to accomplish that. Hey, maybe she wanted to walk behind me so I couldn’t see her checking out other jeans. You know the ones that have broad shoulders and a cowboy hat above them. I don’t really mind much, cause I know who she’ll be bunking with tonight and every night. It was a good day even though we spent a bit much.

When cowgirl/mom and I first moved in together, it was very scary for me. Even though we been together for a long time, living together was different. I didn’t know what to expect. Everything seemed normal to me until one day I walked down the hallway of our small apartment and heard what sounded to me a lot like thunder. She was in the bathroom and that was where the noise was coming from. I froze by the bathroom door. I couldn’t move…over and over again I heard that loud rumbling. Oh my gosh, what have I got myself into……oh wait,,,,, its not what you think…. It was the toilet paper roller spinning at a high rate of speed, over and over again. Now I don’t panic easily. One day when she was at work, I bought and installed bearings on each end of the roller. Years have gone by and now I have hooked up our toilet paper roller to a small generator and with cowgirl/moms help it powers the toaster in the mornings and I toast my pop tarts with it. I want everyone to know,,,, I do change an empty toilet paper roller and I put it on the proper way…..sure, it gives me more power. But I do it just for her.

T has 4 older brothers and one older sister. If you want to know what T is like, just take a little of every one of his siblings and you got him.

He takes his mechanically inclined ways from his oldest brother M and his generosity too (we even have called T Mini-M). He gets his funny way of remembering all the crack up lines from some movie, even after only watching a movie one time, from his brother K. He gets his easy going laid back part of him from his brother J. He gets his funny laugh and odd sense of humor from his brother B. H gets his quick wit from his sister L.

It is uncanny how much he has just a little of each of them.

And he gets his drive from me… if he wants something, most times he wants it now and he will do anything to make it happen (in a nice way) like me. And he gets his non-worry way about him from his Dad.

He is a super kid and I am proud to be his Momma.

You will meet, over time, all our kids and the fun of being their mommy and daddy thru this blog of ours. They say you can’t pick your kids (or your parents). But I feel we hand picked our kids!

I certainly hope that all who come here and read our blog, all my family and everyone else has a fantastic new year! May all be blessed with kindness in their hearts and always pass that on to others.
I know, it's a bit dull... but it's what I feel.

I am fulfilled! I love my life, my hubby, my kids, my grandkids! I really enjoy my job. I wished I had been working here longer. I hope to work here until I no longer must work… and dang, that is longer than I want it to be.

We have a foster child, she is not like the 3 babies we had for a few weeks in November. She is 12. It has been an adjustment. To have been set in our ways somewhat, then to allow another into the privacy of ones home, it takes some getting used to. We have been fortunate that the children that have been placed with us are children in need of some love and understanding and have not had severe abuse. We shall continue to do what we can for children in need and I hope to have a little baby foster child again soon.

Have you ever made the mistake of your life, felt so bad you couldn’t even look another person in the eye, you absolutely wished you could just melt away and become nothing. Well, I did …. But he comforted me and told me all will be ok even with the stupidity of what I did. I cannot say how much my heart feels so good today. He is my life, my love, my dearest friend and I am so happy to know that he wants me for his life, his love, his dearest friend forever.

Every person in the world should be able to have a love as this! I do and I am so blessed in my life, with him… and with all my wonderful children!!

We raised the kids in first a 3 bedroom home (which was lost to a fire and we were only renting (more in another blog about this), then a 2^nd 3 bedroom home one block from the previous home, then a huge 5 bedroom home (just in the next tract from the previous house), all only 3 miles from the beach. I loved taking the kids to the beach, before they put a cost to being able to go there, unless I drove up the coast, parked about 3 blocks out and walked down the side of a sand filled hill to get there.

So, we would plant our blankets, our shade, the towels and our bags of toys and settle in for a day of fun. FUN I say! I start my routine…. counting…1,2,3,4,5,6. ok, I see them all. I spread out the toys…. 1,2,3,4,5,6.. ok, I see them all. I grab the baby strength SPF60 sun screen and yell at each kid to get them gathered and slathered. Then off they go toward the water. 1,2,3,4,5,6.. ok I see them all. I watch the 2 oldest as they venture further out than I want them to go. But I let them. Again 1,2,3,4,5,6. ok I see them all. And to think I made it through an hour of fun by then. By the end of my day, I am reminded how much the kids loved doing this by listening to their conversations about bragging rights of what they all got to do. Back home, I spray them off outside and they hurry in, change and are into the living room to watch tv. I spend the next hour emptying up the family vehicle of wet towels and all, then broom out what sand I can.

I would not be surprised if my husband would ask me the next day about what I was “counting” in my sleep. Haha!

I would not trade those days for anything.

When we moved here to Arizona, we had to leave 5 of the kids back in CA. They were all grown and had their lives, we brought the baby who was 14 and was going to start high school with us. My oldest boy, M, rented a home in the same tract we lived in (same 5 bedroom floor plan as our home was) a few years before we moved. At that time he had 2 of his brothers and another roommate sharing the home with him. I think we saw more of the boys then from when they lived at home. They would stop off at our place on the way home from work and end up eating there and doing laundry and such. In the last 7 years that M has lived there he has had every brother and sister live there at one point. There are now 3 of my sons, M, K, and J and a stray roommate sharing this place. They all seem to migrate back there to M’s place. They all end up supporting each other through girlfriends or boyfriends and breakups. One of my sons has a daughter that the mother of the child will never let him see (he tries to get the courts to help him to no avail). My daughter has a son that lives with the other grandmother that lives close by because my daughter unfortunately found drugs (more on this later) with her son’s father (he is no longer in the picture and my daughter has 21 days left of a her service and she will be able to have her son home again). But through all this, they are some spectacular human beings and I am proud to say they are mine.
Even when we were missing towels, toilet paper, ketchup and the washer and dryer was going 2 hours every night and you could never find a tool in the garage if you wanted to.
Life is grand and I am blessed beyond measure.

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.

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.