tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-151289722011-04-21T16:27:52.385-06:00Living life as it comes.Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.comBlogger891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-53750204567318716802008-03-19T20:22:00.002-06:002008-03-19T20:48:55.719-06:00

Well tonight I went to a baseball meeting to sign up both boys. Steven will be in rookies and Dean in T-ball. Dean was a little apprehensive about playing because he isn't good, but once we all reassured him that t-ball was to learn how to play he seemed excited. That poor kid wants to be perfect at everything the very first time he tries it. I hope he outgrows that. Anyways for the next

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-88397054359009731082008-03-18T23:35:00.002-06:002008-03-18T23:47:49.032-06:00

Yep another year gone by. Wow they sure seem to be going by faster. I had to work of course but arrived at work to find cards & 2 plants on my desk. So apparently I'm not that bad of a boss. One of the waitress made me a cake and brought that in also. So it was a good day.I talked to my sister's husband tonight for a couple of hours and I got a lot of questions answered that were bothering

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-30177432782555927782008-03-17T00:57:00.002-06:002008-03-17T01:07:48.728-06:00

I am so excited! I just saw a show on the H!story Channel that is featuring loggers. I have always loved De@dliest C@tch and this new show is done in the same format. Its Ax*Men and the reason I love it is that this is the job my Hubster does, he runs a yarder. I've gone up with him a few times on weekends when he has mechanic work to do, but I've never actually watched him at the real thing.

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-79051621336447483792008-03-15T23:30:00.002-06:002008-03-16T01:11:37.424-06:00

When we bought this house the only thing I was not happy with was the carpet. Its an icy blue color and shows everything that gets tracked in or spilled upon. We're currently going through our Spring thaw with the snow slowly ebbing into patches in the yard. But with that comes the damn mud. The boys will be boys and often in their excitement of coming in from play they forget to kick their

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-31817703930696668942008-03-03T22:57:00.003-07:002008-03-04T00:05:22.509-07:00

I want to note a few memories I have of Sherrie down here for myself. Since she died I've had moments when something will flash about Sherrie and I'm afraid I'll lose them forever if I don't write them down now.When we were living together, Sher & I had a mutual friend Kathy. Kathy bar tended with Sher and that's how I came to meet Kathy. At the time I was a waitress and attending beauty school.

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-42956179729671402692008-03-02T23:40:00.003-07:002008-03-03T01:31:49.891-07:00

Whoa, the past few weeks have been a struggle. After losing Uncle Deno then Sherrie we found out my cousin (Uncle Deno's eldest son) has bone cancer. He has a very positive attitude and I'm sure will be around for many years to come. Its just that at this point I'm wondering what is God trying to tell this family. Or is it simply that we are getting to an age where this is all typical. This

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-72440325822500514672008-02-16T00:39:00.001-07:002008-02-16T00:42:37.999-07:00

She's gone. My sister is gone. She died today. Either a stroke or heart attack. She'll be cremated and sent home as she wanted. Come spring we will lay her to rest. 49 years old and she is gone.

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-57725673123061810392008-02-12T16:23:00.002-07:002008-02-13T16:38:04.943-07:00

On Monday Feb. 11, 2008 my Uncle Deno suffered a heart attack and passed away. I don't what is worse having someone pass away suddenly without warning or watching them wither away. Either way it just plain hurts. My poor Auntie is so distraught it makes me worry for her. My parents are on their way home from Arizona and should arrive Thurs. Thats the only good thing coming out of this

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-20358519060469680622008-02-09T10:39:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:03:30.996-07:00

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-50822691517331086332008-02-09T10:34:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:03:31.217-07:00

Uncle! Uncle! I give! No more please!

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-60103689952776703922008-02-09T09:44:00.000-07:002008-02-09T10:21:24.703-07:00

So the last time I wrote about my emotional dam bursting to 9/11 activities. Well there was one other event that took place that day I didn't write about. That very afternoon at work my computer gave me the dreaded blue screen. In other words, if computers had appendages it basically extended its middle finger in my face and said well...you know...screw you. I wasn't too concerned when I

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-66849563818779958152007-09-11T22:18:00.000-06:002007-09-11T23:20:24.786-06:00

When I got to work today I arrived to find a note on my desk. "The Monday Nite league didn't pay their lineage. Sorry." So I call the league secretary at her office. Yep she forgot to pay. After a brief discussion I came to a conclusion she was not going to make it a priority to get the check to me. So I volunteered to drive across town to pick up the check. I was a little peeved since I

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-21871623246457994232007-09-01T14:00:00.000-06:002008-12-11T14:03:31.498-07:00

I was in the mood for some changes. I wanted to lighten things up and hopefully make it easy to read. I think I'm happy for now.I have been on vacation for the last week and I really haven't done anything noteworthy. Which is just the way I wanted it to be. I did however mess up my chance for the mother of the year award again. Awhile back I got a letter from Steven's school announcing whom

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-26083661758056170212007-08-11T17:55:00.000-06:002008-12-11T14:03:31.658-07:00

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-21151581073586672982007-08-11T16:55:00.000-06:002008-12-11T14:03:32.624-07:00

Hubster woke me up this morning with a smile and a plan. While I was sleeping in, he was busy packing a cooler and converting coffee cans into buckets. Buckets? For huckleberry picking of course!Hubster thought of everything! Including a batch of homemade Kahlua which went down rather smoothly. Made huckleberry picking even that more enjoyable. Bears! Psshaw! After three glasses I could have

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-68377685277459863892007-07-09T22:19:00.000-06:002007-07-09T22:58:34.250-06:00

I absolutely hate scorching heat. We have been experiencing 100 degree weather here in Montana for the last week and I'm getting mighty pissy. Well maybe pissy isn't the correct term since I'm getting too damn dehydrated from this frickin' heat to be pissy. Anyway you get the point. It isn't helping that my car's ac isn't working and the central air unit to our house has bit the dust. So the only

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1178516953304046692007-06-01T13:17:00.000-06:002008-12-11T14:03:33.153-07:00

Thought I'd post an update on Fudge. She is definitely growing.She is being typical of her breed and loves to dig and chew. Something that hopefully as she gets out of her "teen" years she'll quit. LOL! I know how naive of me!

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-84134963567127128212007-06-01T10:42:00.000-06:002008-12-11T14:03:33.565-07:00

Tournament this weekend and baseball is over for the year. Big sigh of relief. Steven played coach pitch this year and did really, really well. I believe this kid will excel in whatever he desires. I admire how in control of his body he is. He didn't get it from me thats for sure, coordinated I'm not. Dean decided he wanted to wait until next year to play tee ball. I hate to admit I was

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-31656164799375966812007-03-22T23:03:00.000-06:002007-03-23T00:41:31.025-06:00

This past weekend I took my first day off since November. Being it was my birthday I somewhat felt entitled to a day of my own. A month ago I booked a room at the LaQuinta for a family get away. I called the hotel a couple of times to confirm our reservation fearing that something would get screwed up. I had it in my head that since I was so looking forward to this mini vacation that some

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-78471394342432316972007-01-08T17:13:00.000-07:002007-01-08T18:51:16.520-07:00

Since about last May I have had the "pleasure" (snort!) of dealing with 2 girls at work I call the Spoons. You know the kind, always stirring the shit pot. They treat work as there gossip place and customers are just annoyances that get in the way of causing trouble. The kitchen manager would get on them time after time but they always seemed to cry and sweetie pie there way out of getting

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-54825141068936889782006-11-17T09:12:00.000-07:002006-11-17T10:17:49.924-07:00

I received a phone call this morning that Hubster's Dad has passed away. He died very quickly basically in his sleep. I wasn't sure what to do after I got the call though. Hubster is a logger and hence works in the woods. He does have a cell phone in his work truck which he will be in when they break for lunch. I called the company office and left a message for him to call me. I really

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-71746467012484739642006-11-16T19:39:00.000-07:002006-11-17T09:09:12.730-07:00

As if our lives weren't busy enough we decided "Lets get a puppy!!" Those of you who may have recently or can recall having a new puppy will understand that shortly after getting Fudge, I also purchased a brand new carpet shampooer. Note the lovely icy blue shade of my carpet? Not so lovely with little yellow pee spots and other stains I don't want to mention. I have actually purchased two

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-76265227571773100532006-11-13T16:21:00.000-07:002006-11-15T22:41:58.323-07:00

I am not going to make excuses of why I haven't posted for so long, to say the least I'm very disappointed in myself. So where were we....The parents returned to Arizona mid October, so we are once again burning the phone lines. Dad is doing much better so I felt at ease with their decision to head south. I was however disappointed that we wouldn't be sharing the holidays together. Its funny

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1156478961172537922006-08-24T21:47:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:54.192-06:00

It just dawned on me that I missed my first "journalversary" on August 4th. Last year at this time I was sweating Steven starting kindergarten. This year has flown by.Unlike last year I am so ready for school to start. The boys are at each others throats constantly. I can't blame them though, they've been each others playmate all summer long. Steven isn't overly excited about school, but I

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1155874766876038142006-08-17T21:30:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:54.126-06:00

Can you believe its time for the kids to be going to school already? Where the hell did summer go? Steven guilted the hell out of me this afternoon when he commented, "Mom, you & I need to play a video game or something together cause we need some quality time together." He is 6 yrs old, when did 6 year olds start making statements like this? We didn't play video games, but did read a couple

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1155276733803322942006-08-10T23:20:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:54.061-06:00

Earlier this evening as I was highlighting a friend's hair I got a phone call that totally tripped me up. The caller was my nephew Larry. I haven't seen Larry for almost 3 yrs now since we had a little impromptu family reunion. Larry is my sister's youngest boy. I can't remember if I've ever mentioned my sister here so if I have pretend this is all new. My sister is 7 yrs older than me and I

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1154747386607353882006-08-04T20:11:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:53.995-06:00

Five weeks ago my throat started getting scratchy and sore. Since my babysitter's daughter was being treated for strep, I figured I better get my ass into the doctor. Strep test came back negative, but since I've had sinus congestion since Dec. my doctor gave me a prescription for a 3 week run of antibiotics. A week into the antibiotics my sore throat turned into a sensation like I had food

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1154743845017687862006-08-04T19:33:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:53.927-06:00

I don't get some women. Why is it alright to make fun of and belittle someone? And then all of these other bitches pour from the cracks to join in to take there stabs. Are people that damn insecure with themselves they have to put someone else down to make themselves feel superior? I deal with 25 women at work and every damn day one of them is in my office whining because such and such is

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1149466142895264892006-05-31T23:37:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:53.866-06:00

My girlfriend Diana and her son Layne have been here for about a week so that we can get prepared for our 19th annual yard sale. In amoungst pricing and sorting items, I've been working at the office in the mornings, planning meals to everyones liking, trying to be a good wife and mother. Just being busy. Earlier tonight as I was stirring dinner, I hear a siren approaching and wonder what could

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1149460630723747382006-05-30T19:40:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:53.806-06:00

Almost a friggin' month since I updated last. Jeesh! Steven is done with t-ball. He really improved through the season as did all the kids. His last game, he hit one over the kids heads into the outfield. Everyone was all "Good hit Steve!" and as he ran by me on his way to first base he points at me and say "That was for you Mama!" That got an awe from everyone in the crowd. I of course was

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1146979701653574832006-05-06T22:06:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:53.743-06:00

Today was absolutely beautiful. 75 degrees, sunny, light breeze and I got not one damn thing done out in the yard. I had to finish up some reports for the BossMan first thing this morning and then I got in an organizing frenzy. My desk is an embarrassment. I've still got piles of embezzlement papers, bowling association crap, my tax stuff, and Steven's school papers to sort through. I have

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1146032962856707042006-04-25T22:19:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:53.683-06:00

Steven had his first game on Saturday and I officially became the nervous mother on the sideline. This was opening day for all the teams in the county from t-ball up to the minors or majors, I'm not sure what the older kids are called. Anyways the kids who were around 12 to 13 yrs. old. Give me a few more weeks and I'm sure I'll be an aficionado of baseball. There were 27 out of 29 teams

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1145426184646383732006-04-18T22:45:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:53.622-06:00

I know we need the rain, but come on already. We actually had some sunshine for about 5 hours today and of course I was stuck in my office, but I did get to go out in the glorious sun when I went to do the deposit. My flowerbeds are so overgrown with weeds that I can't even tell where or what I planted last summer. Rain or shine this weekend I'm going to have to get out there and just weed. I

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1144528903265914422006-04-08T14:05:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:53.549-06:00

Since last Spring I have gained 16 pounds and boy do I feel them. This winter my knee started bothering me to the point I had to wear a brace while bowling. My energy level has been at its all time low. So I'd say some changes are due otherwise my future is looking pretty bleak. I have been on countless diets and I know that I can't lose the weight by going on another. The best plan for me

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1144131291541642462006-04-03T23:15:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:53.488-06:00

This morning after I got Steven on the bus, I came home and logged on to the internet and hid from the world. Its days like this I'm still glad I have dial up. I love the people I work with, but cripes they call me over the stupidist things. They'll call to ask me if they should charge a motel customer the weekly rate if they are staying for 7 days. Ummm, that would be yes. 7 days is a week

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1144037049497776112006-04-02T21:37:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:53.425-06:00

Since the beginning of January every possible waking moment I have sat at this computer and worked on investigating the embezzlement case. I want to be done with it now! I have 4 more months of daily till tapes to go through and then I will be able to hand all this over to a forensic accountant. The money has been great and has been our saving grace with Hubster being off work for spring break

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1143835878016711102006-03-31T12:11:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:53.354-06:00

I am so glad this week is over! The last 3 nights I have had bowling meetings, I worked 21 hours in 2 days and I think I still have a family since the laundry hamper is full once again. Frickin' laundry. On top of all this busy business I was dealing with a headache. I very rarely get headaches and when I do if I take an advil its gone within the hour. But this bugger started Tuesday night

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1143441145030131812006-03-26T21:06:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:53.290-06:00

Dad turned 72 yrs old today. Wow doesn't seem possible. Mom and Dad should be heading home in another 3 to 4 weeks from Arizona. It will be so good having them back here. Seems too long since they left in October. I'm anxious for them to see the boys. Dean is talking so much more clearly and isn't the shy little boy he was when they saw him last. I know they can hear a big difference when

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1143334855760606002006-03-24T19:35:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:53.220-06:00

Today I actually got outside and did some stuff around the yard and it felt fantastic! Its definitely too muddy yet to get real serious, but I put out a decorative bird house I got for Christmas and picked a few rocks out of the yard. Last year when the contractor put our septic system in they spread drainage rock all over when they were filling in the trenches. Of course this is an area where

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1143333132530817112006-03-23T17:04:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:53.155-06:00

I've spent the majority of the day reading a new online journal and got to thinking I should update my own. I have several journals that I faithfully read daily (Hi Jules!) and some I check in on once a week or so. I love to find new journals through links and read through the archives. Kind of like reading a good book on a rainy day.One thing that struck me lately as I've been reading

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1142710463354535002006-03-18T11:13:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:53.085-06:00

Yeppers I turn 41 yrs old today. I kept being asked this week what big plans I had for my birthday and when I replied "absolutely nothing" I would get sympathetic looks. Since mid December all I have wanted is to have a day I had no obligations. I have a lot I need to get done, but I figured my birthday was the perfect day to just say no to it all. Okay since I haven't updated for a month..

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1140731316496983362006-02-23T13:51:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:53.010-06:00

Well "Molly" is gone. Her owner Rick showed up at our door Monday morning. I've known Rick since we were kids and have never liked him so I was suprised such a sweet dog would belong to him. The only satisfaction I got in watching Molly go was the fact that Rick had to drag her to the truck, she did not want to leave. The boys handled it better than I thought they would. Steven insisted Rick

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1140393225262989522006-02-18T21:43:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:52.951-06:00

Hubster took "Molly" over to the people's house whom he thought may be her owners this morning. I felt sad but somewhat relieved that she was gone. What I like about her is even though we figure her to be about a year old she has a mellow soul. What I didn't care about her is she chased our cats. Griz was such a softie with our cats which will be hard to find in another dog. But we got Griz

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1140323143579279962006-02-18T17:30:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:52.893-06:00

I should have known. Earlier this week I made a comment to Hubster that it felt like Spring. I was even trying to think of anything that I could do around the yard this weekend. Well Thursday night we hit 11 below and it was 9 below this morning. It sure doesn't feel like Spring anymore. We have had beautiful sunny days and starry nights which has made the spring fever bearable.I got

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1140073439058040372006-02-15T23:13:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:52.833-06:00

This past Saturday I took my second lesson from Dave the bowling coach. He changed my release so I can get a more aggressive hook and improve my accuracy. He also worked on getting me to bend my knees more during my release. I did okay during the lesson, but Saturday night I was brought to tears with the pain in my right knee. I injured my knee in high school while playing basketball and have

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1139368522970885902006-02-06T19:43:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:52.772-06:00

How was your weekend? Great? How did I spend my weekend? I got in touch with someone whom I haven't visited with for quite some time. His name....Ralph the Potty God. Yeah, we had a grand old time. He came by Saturday morning and overstayed his welcome until Sunday evening. To tell the truth I really didn't want him to come over, but he caught me before I could draw the blinds and hide.

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1138954529837033442006-02-03T00:35:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:52.709-06:00

I keep repeating "I feel good, I feel good" to myself because I don't have time to be sick. Last night at 12:30 am Steven, whom was sleeping with Hubster and I sat up and said Dad I don't feel good. Hubster grabbed him but Steven did puke some on my pillow and on the rug before Hubster got him in the bathroom. So I put Steven in the tub to clean him up and I then proceeded to clean the mess. I

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1137741703160163082006-01-20T00:09:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:52.642-06:00

Danelle was a single 22 yr old mother of a 4 yr old boy. Danelle, her boyfriend Dan and his cousin Chris were out snowmobiling Saturday the 14th enjoying the wintry outdoors when tragedy hit. One of Montana's biggest avalanche took Danelle and Chris away from their families and friends. Dan was rescued by nearby snowmobilers who came to investigate the tremendous noise. He was buried under 6

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1135915164026415852005-12-29T20:33:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:52.579-06:00

Wow, I never meant for this long to lapse between entries. I guess once the holidays hit time flew by. Oh and the bathroom...not done. When I realized I'm going to have to remove the tank I knew it wasn't a job I could get done in a matter of hours. I was actually going to work on it this week while Steven is on winter break, but I'm enjoying just being a mom. Mid December I added on to my

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1132476169098467042005-11-19T23:41:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:52.519-06:00

I am tired. Here is another photo update. This first picture was taken at approximately 8:00 tonight after I took a break to get the family fed and dishes done. Not much progress, huh? This, I hope, will be the slowest part of the project. Unlike the first layer of wall paper where I was getting pieces 2 feet long, now I'm lucky if I scrape off 5 inches. All of the glue and paper is not coming

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1132441948372272672005-11-19T15:25:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:52.459-06:00

Lets see what g00gle hits I get from that title. I thought I'd give you a photo progress report on the big weekend bathroom makeover while my stripper sets. I started out with this. After half way through scoring the wallpaper with the thingamajig for doing so, I found out it was faster to just try to take off the first layer of paper. Its actually a job that a person can really get into if

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1132426251646052622005-11-18T11:19:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:52.335-06:00

I have always worked better under pressure, but now that I'm getting older I may have to rethink this philosophy. Last night after I got home from my visit at Steven's school I got a call from my niece. She was calling for her mom to let me know that they would like to come down for Thanksgiving. I had invited them down last weekend, but Deb wasn't sure if they could. When I initially made

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1132433264920131402005-11-17T22:52:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:52.395-06:00

This morning started with Steven complaining of a tummy ache. Since about the 5th week of school every morning starts with some ailment. At first it was a sore throat and headache. Since strep had been going around school I took him to the doctor with negative results. One other time I kept him home, but upon hearing he wasn't going to school he was miraculously better. About a week ago, one

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1132129050659005092005-11-16T00:18:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:52.062-06:00

I believe in many things. I believe in ghosts especially after my Grandfather appeared at the end of my bed 3 days after he died. I believe in God. I believe in kharma. One thing I've always believed in was confirmed, for me at least, this past August.Mid August Hubster and I were awakened at 1:30 in the morning to the sound of a single gunshot coming from our neighbor's house. Since we had

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1132124473530682142005-11-14T22:56:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:51.935-06:00

well I'm not ready for the white part of Christmas as of yet, but I am in the spirit. Last year at this time our house was sitting on the foundation with no water, electricity or sewer thanks to our ass wipe county sanitarian who kept asking for changes on our septic plan and then had 90 days to approve changes made. The magic date for his decision was December 16th. Luckily we still had a

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So Friday I arrive at Stevens classroom expecting a fabulous first parent teacher conference.....POP! Burst goes my bubble! Instead I sat for 35 minutes and listened to Stevens teacher Ms Kojak try to sell me on the wonders of ADD drugs. Apparently Steven can't sit still during circle time and has been spending most of his time sitting in the "refocus chair". Also he swings his arms when he is

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1131486480282055972005-11-08T13:03:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:51.806-06:00

I've noticed lately that everyone has a cell phone but me. Hell 10 yr old kids have cell phones! I've been asked on several occassions what my "cell" phone # is instead of simply my phone #. When I respond that I don't have a cell phone I'm often treated to a look as if I had just told the person we don't have indoor plumbing either. I do not have the desire for a cell phone and really can't

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1131472764156439282005-11-08T10:59:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:51.688-06:00

No more pumpkins thanks to this little spike.

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I was driving in a light rain Saturday morning and as each approaching car came close I would study the driver's face and wonder what brought them out on to the highway. Where were these people going? What purpose had them out and about? Were they sad or were they happy? This thought has crossed my mind on several occasions. I then wondered if fellow drivers could tell I was crying. I was taking

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1130869115074401192005-11-01T08:28:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:51.459-06:00

Jules wrote about the loss of a friend yesterday. Her entry made me think about how when we lose someone be it a friend or member of the family that we don't realize how much that someone has touched our lives until they are gone. Her entry also reminded me of a promise I made to myself almost 2 yrs ago. I promised myself that I wouldn't let daily life get in the way of letting people know how

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1130791112190614862005-10-31T12:47:00.000-07:002006-10-15T17:50:51.398-06:00

First of several holidays to come! It always seems that from Halloween to New Years just flies by for me. I love the holidays. Even more so now that we have the boys to see it through their eyes. I really got into the pumpkin carving this year as you can see from the picture. The one on the far right was done by Hubster. The rest I found patterns for on the internet. We have to keep them on the

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1130788054699041002005-10-27T11:51:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:51.340-06:00

Today is one of those days that I just want to be in my house and hide away from the world. I don't want the phone to ring. I don't want friends dropping by to just say Hi. These are the days I just want to putter. I have lit every candle in the house. The dryer is gently humming as it dries a load of laundry. The rug is freshly vacuumed and all the furniture is dusted. The beds are made and

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1130185877632081002005-10-19T22:09:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:51.284-06:00

I am sooo ready for the bears to go into hibernation. It was quite obvious this year that their food supply in the mountains was sparse or either that we've got a bunch of bears that prefer dumpster dining. Tuesday morning Hubster fed our dog Griz on the front porch and 5 minutes later he looked out and a bear was eating out of Griz's dish. I think Griz has formed an alliance with the damn

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1129619405551167432005-10-17T10:38:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:51.225-06:00

I am the proud mother of a kindergartener with a missing tooth. He looks so adorable! He has already lost 2 of his bottom teeth this last spring. This kid isn't waiting around about letting his permanent teeth come in. Maybe I'm wrong, but isn't 5 yrs old young to be losing teeth? He just turned 6, but I seem to remember my nephews being closer to 7 when they lost their teeth. I'm a little

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1129439161768539542005-10-15T21:57:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:51.168-06:00

Tonight we went to a family dinner at my Dad and Mom's house. We all get together this time of year to have one last get together before my parents head south for the winter. Every year gets a little easier for me knowing I won't get to see Dad and Mom for 6 months but its still hard. I can't even imagine if we always lived far apart. I know they enjoy their time down there and that is what

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1129184376455675922005-10-12T23:05:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:51.047-06:00

I just got back from bowling and I witnessed something that got me to wondering. This is an all ladies league and most of us are married ranging from 23 to 65 yrs old. About half way through the night 4 guys walk through the door and have a seat at the bar. Immediately I noticed about half of the teams suddenly had something to laugh about, loud & uproaring. I assumed they were being catty

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1129003237461540052005-10-09T20:56:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.975-06:00

Sunday night TV is helping me get over that empty feeling I had after Rock Star ended. I'm definitely getting drawn in by Housewives. I'm envious of them though. As I'm watching their tales of woe and desires I can't but help looking at whats surrounding them. I'm not envious of their homes and possesions. I'm envious of the cleanliness and order. I know its a set and they have people

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1129434680195234462005-10-08T20:22:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:51.112-06:00

Steven had his birthday party today at where else...the bowling alley. This was his first party inviting friends and I was a little nervous nobody would show up. Ten kids from his class showed plus some of the parents so I was very relieved. Everyone seemed to have a great time. Some of us parents bowled which made it a little easier to get to know each other instead of sitting around trying to

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1128998965858727342005-10-06T16:53:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.916-06:00

Why do the years have to pass so quickly? It doesn't seem that long ago that you were just a dream. A year after your Daddy and I got married we decided to have a baby. Well fate dealt us a bad hand, having a baby wasn't going to be as easy as we thought. For 11 years we suffered through 5 miscarriages and years of infertility treatments. December 1998 was the most crushing loss, I lost a 10 week

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1128322573119420602005-10-02T23:55:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.855-06:00

I've watched Trading Spaces from the very beginning. Alot of my decorating ideas have stemmed from what I've seen. I was trying to remember the first gal that hosted the show...Alex? I was bummed when she was replaced by Paige. Alex(?) had grit and a sauciness about her that just seemed right for the show. When Paige first started she was...well..too perky. I figured she would be replaced

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1128298598896055012005-10-02T15:35:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.797-06:00

Since Friday night I have spent 22 hours out of 42 hours either bowling or involved in some form of bowling. I had a U.S. bowling coach teach two 9 hour clinics over the weekend. Usually Dave has assistants who help, but this was homecoming for the U of M and his usual help were all going to the game. So I got to play assistant bowling coach. Do I want to talk anymore about bowling? NOT.I am

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1128062752490608092005-09-30T00:28:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.683-06:00

Recently when I was viewing my blog after updating I hit the next blog page to see who was my neighbor. She is a 20 yr old Canadian who is going through the woes of dating at least thats what I got from the quick peek of her entries. She started blogging in May of this year and from looking at her comments she is like me only getting spam comments. I don't know what the etiquette is for your

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1127928180624121642005-09-28T08:28:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.553-06:00

Steven has been riding the school bus for 2 weeks now. We've been enjoying our walks to the bus in the morning since it gives us our alone time to talk about things. Today the topic was his loose front tooth. He is worried he will lose it at school and won't be able to bring it home for the tooth fairy. He didn't say that, but instead asked, "Does my teacher have a baggie at school I could

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1127772313158394342005-09-23T15:36:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.417-06:00

My porch has been a virtual wild kingdom of late. About two weeks ago, I had 10 turkeys pecking on my porch for crumbs of dog and cat food. The boys were able to slowly sneak to the sliding glass doors and sit to watch the turkeys up close for 5 minutes. The consensus was they are a pretty darn ugly bird, but tasty to eat. Steven offered to jump on one and bring it to me so I could it cook

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1128066752023267492005-09-22T20:04:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.740-06:00

I have watched every episode of Rock Star this summer. Every Tues & Wed I made sure the boys were tucked into bed so they wouldn't disturb me. Hubster quickly figured out on his own to not talk to me, ask me where the whatever the hell he can't find is, initiate sex with me, walk in front of the TV or breathe too loud while I was engrossed in Rock Star. I haven't been this fanatical about a tv

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1127983469460599782005-09-19T12:05:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.620-06:00

Tonight Steven and I attended our first open house at the Elementary school. Hubster stayed home with Dean since the poor little fellow is sick with a nasty cold. The school had a scavanger hunt where you went to each classroom and found items listed on a piece of paper. It was an excellent way of meeting all the teachers and see the classrooms. I actually went to school there first through third

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1127892328491154162005-09-13T08:28:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.494-06:00

On September 6th I opened the bowling alley up for a new season. I love my job. I manage a little 6 lane house and have 7 employees. Even though it may seem like a pretty easy job it has its headaches. Anybody that has been in a management position will agree that it is basically a glorified babysitting job. The bowling alley is a big part of my life and I've been trying to think how to

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1127731967032902172005-09-06T16:23:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.247-06:00

We awoke nice and early. Steven ate his breakfast of cinnamon toast and glass of milk with the lights dimmed because the bright light hurt his sleepy eyes. I helped him take a shower and brush his teeth. Dressed him for his big day. His first day as a kindergarten. After he was dressed and shoes double knotted, I realized we still had 45 minutes until we had to leave for the school. I got Dean

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1127761037757819002005-09-04T12:18:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.306-06:00

I have literally been glued to Fox News. I am amazed. I am in shock. I am ashamed.I am amazed at the devastation Katrina has brought to the Gulf Coast states. The homes literally blown away to just a foundation, peoples lives and belongings, just gone. Only roof tops showing in the flood waters in NOLA. I am in shock that in our times, our fellow Americans are suffering to such an extent when on

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1127766904644722882005-09-03T13:13:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.362-06:00

Once again the carnival rides and cowboys have arrived. Fair time in Montana. I've gone to our county fair for off and on 27 years now. I started going to the fair at the age 13 for the rides and games. My main objective was how many times could I ride the Zipper before I puked. (5 by the way.) As I got older the fair was more for showing off my new school clothes and shaking my Rocky Mountain

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1124564927201152022005-08-20T11:40:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.132-06:00

I've been wondering, at what stage in life do we become embarrassed to fart in front of people. I think for girls it is quite early, 2 to 3 yrs old. I don't know. I don't remember my mom having a "beans and fluff talk" with me. Now boys it is different. Steven takes great joy in sharing his farts. I made the mistake of laughing at one of his more audible farts and said "That was quite the

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1124435050681397892005-08-19T00:07:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:50.069-06:00

Valentines Day 1990 Hubster walked into my hair salon with this tiny bundle of fur and presented me with my new baby. We named him Griz since he sounded like a little bear when he played. About 2 weeks later Hubster broke his leg and while he was laid up Griz became his baby. I still was the one who took him out in the frigid air at 3:00 am, fed him and groomed him, but Hubster was the one who

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1124303057010778352005-08-14T10:46:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:49.950-06:00

I was out working in the yard today enjoying the cooler morning temperature when all the sudden I smelled smoke. Now we live in a wooded area, so this is not a smell you want invading your nostrils. When I looked out I realized everything had an orange glow. I could no longer see the blue sky nor the mountain behind our house. After a few frantic phone calls, I found that the smoke was coming

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1124297196625699202005-08-11T09:41:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:49.894-06:00

I absolutely love doing home improvement and decorating projects. Hubster on the other hand does not share my enthusiasm. So I taught myself how to work with tools. I have even built a 5 foot kitchen cabinet, with 4 drawers that I was quite proud of doing. This January we moved into a new house and I love it. But of course I've had to make it mine. So I've painted the livingroom and my

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1123610092509883832005-08-09T10:49:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:49.836-06:00

I came upon a link for a real age test while browsing. What the heck, I've got a few minutes before the boys wake up. When I began the test I was feeling pretty good. After I got the results...well...not so good. The test revealed my real age as 52.7 years old. I'm 40. That sucks. It especially sucks since I'm a 40 yr old mother to a 3 and 5 yr old. For the last year or so, its been in

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1123403877273111952005-08-07T00:23:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:49.783-06:00

Its that time again! The huckleberries are in season! The hubster and I took the boys for their first huckleberry harvest. I've never been the bravest girl when it comes to traipsing around in the wilderness. The Hubster works in the woods, so he is totally at ease scaling up steep embankments and the sounds of the forest don't make the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. I on the

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1123264127739351832005-08-06T11:20:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:49.724-06:00

Dean calls Steven brother except it comes out Brubber. This is how nicknames begin. Though I don't think Steven will want to be called Brubber for much longer once he starts school. When Dean was born, Hubster called his brother to tell him we had another boy and told him we named him Dean. Well bil misunderstood and thought we had named him Bean. And although he thought this was a strange

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1123260502765290862005-08-05T09:38:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:49.671-06:00

In less than a month, my 5 yr. old Steven will be starting Kindergarten. Steven is so excited and ready to go...myself not so ready. I feel like this is the point when my little boy will cease to be mine and mine alone. I'm afraid the hugs and kisses given so freely now won't be so cool anymore. Maybe its just that I'm afraid Mom won't be needed as much. Thats a hard pill to swallow. But

Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07561427398035088935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15128972.post-1123219472426378812005-08-04T23:01:00.000-06:002006-10-15T17:50:49.473-06:00

Darn if I don't feel like I'm going on a first date with the football captain. Does my butt look good in these jeans? Is my breath okay? Underarm wetness? Well I'm going to jump in and if this "date" goes well it could turn out to be a long lasting relationship.My main reason for starting this blog is for my boys. Everyday something is said or done by these two goofballs and I tell myself to

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