Since You Asked...

You know who you are. :)

A few more details on the house.

It's 4 bedrooms. 2 Bathrooms. It has a formal living area and a den, which I love. It's only a few blocks from the brand new elementary school (in case we go with that option)
The one and only problem is the living room walls are a mauve color. This will totally not work with blue couches and blue recliners. Paint is cheap and easy though.
The backyard is as basic as backyards get. There's a fence and some grass and that is it.

I have to say there's nothing over extravagant about the house. I think that's what I like about it. The kitchen is wide open and just clean feeling. It doesn't have dark granite/marble counter tops and fancy cabinets or appliances. It's just clean and simple. There's plenty of opportunity to change it up if needed.

I would show you all the pictures of the house but I want to stay on the cautious side. I'm trying very hard not to get over excited, because I've gotten close like this on a house before and then in a whirl wind became completely disappointed.

Are You Sick Of Hearing About Houses and Packing Yet?

...Yeah Me Too!

I promise to make this the last post about a house for awhile...maybe..crossing fingers behind my back.

Hubs called me this evening and made the executive decision to go ahead and get the cookie cutter house in the cute little town. I think I screamed in his ear a little.
He's tired of looking and just wants to get it done and over with and since we both really like that house and would have no worries about trains or the house being haunted, he figured he better get it.

I really am surprised how much he likes the house. He's always said he didn't want a house that was in a neighborhood where everything was on top of each other and the houses all basically looked the same. I guess he's going to deal with that part since he likes the area and the house so much. Love that hubs I do.

You guys don't know how relieved I am that we do finally have something. It was getting down to the wire, as in the last full week of the month is this week. To say I was in panic mode was an understatement.

Now, because I'm super super excited...here she is our future home!


Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? I've now got Stevie Wonder's song stuck in my head. One other thing. We'll be moving in the week of my birthday. I can't think of a greater present than the gift of a new home. Woot!

(Why.. yes I did swipe this right off of the Craigslist page.)

A Little Bloggy Appetizier

We're home oh sweet home. I have fodder out the wazoo and pics to prove it. Aren't you excited? Is it odd that I literally walked in the door, crashed on the couch and kissed my high speed internet? I didn't think so either.
I have quite the posts to posts. The famous phrase quoted through out the weekend was "That's going in the blog."

Right now I have to work up some energy to go to the grocery store. No more date nights for us. Then there's that whole laundry thing.

Here is an appetizer of future blog titles to wet your appetite.

-Shake it Off Mom, It's Only Football

-Let's See How Many Pics We Can Take of Jean's Deriere?

- Man Kidnaps His Sister In-Law -Film At 11

If I can get caught up on everything like unpacking, grocery shopping, feeding kids, and laundry, I hope to have a one of these tantilizing posts up tonight.

Welcome Home

*This was a post I did back in August. I thought it appropriate for today as I'm headed up the hill to get the kiddos. I also felt like it would be a great post for Scribbit's Write Away contest, The Great Escape as it depicts my escape to home away from home.*

As I embarked upon my journey yesterday, I thought about all the times I've traveled the same roads so often and the various stages and changes of my life of those journeys. If I had a dollar for all the gazillion miles I have driven back and forth on those familiar highways, I'd be retired by now.


I can remember being a very young mother with a young infant at my side to keep me entertained along the way, anticipating the familiarity and comfort of "home" and getting away from somewhere so unfamiliar and frightening. Stopping only for a diaper change and a bottle along the way.
A year or so later, the excitement of bringing boy number 2 "home" finally, with the freedom of no more beeping monitors and cumbersome oxygen tanks. A few years later enduring the long drive of 3 boys, the youngest not quite enjoying the ride like his brothers did at his age.

I always take the route less traveled, to get away from the heavy traffic and crazy highways through Big D, although it maybe faster, the scenic serenity of spacious cow pastures, horses and small towns, allows for a more relaxed drive. Though I travel this route so often I always find something new or changes of new growth. I can always tell when the big lake is in need of rain due to drought or when it's swelling with water from all the rain.

One of our most favorite things to see is the river red. It's a sign that it's all down hill (or up hill as the case may be) from here and that were not to to much further. When we see the Oklahoma Welcome Sign, we know it's really saying "Welcome Home..once again" it almost feels prodigal. Once we've been welcomed home the long long road is soon to come. The 90 mile stretch from south to north with nothing but rolling hills and trees. No sign of city life for 2 hours. If your lucky to travel this road at dusk you pretty much have the whole highway to yourself. Just you and all Gods beauty around you. Halfway through your journey your reassured and blessed with the simple sign "Jesus" engraved with stones on the side of the biggest hill for all of the highway to see.

Another hour from East West and home we shall be. The porch light will always be on as a beacon to let us know our arrival has been anticipated. We're embraced with open arms as if we've been gone for a very very long time and home temporarily for now, we shall be.

I love..

Have you noticed lately that the blog has been missing a little somethin somethin?
Yeah my boys have been away for a week and now they are home. So here are a few thoughts I have on that.

I love hearing the doorbell ring and opening the door with a big ol bear hug at my waist.

I love getting bombarded with two more hugs on my waist and knees.

I love hearing the incessant chatter of all the wonderful things they did over the week. I think swimming in their mini wading pool was the main attraction for the week.

I love the new things the Bossyboy is saying and doing. I love that he's still the boss, now that he's back at home.

I love that Wonderboy whistles like a pro in front of his big brother and big brother still is struggling with getting the hang of whistling.

I love that Gameboy looks like he's grown an inch tall

I love that the dog was just as excited to see the boys as they were to see him.

I love that the boys are actually some what excited to get back to school. I asked Gameboy what was he looking forward to the most, and he said to get to read more.

I love that I actually feel I have something to "live" for and no longer feel like just a bump on a log when their gone.

I love most of all them just being home.

A few end of summer shots...

Gameboy at the church picnic.


Bossyboy


Wonderboy riding his stick horse. I made this stick horse in 3rd grade for a Oklahoma land run thing. The old horse is still alive and kickin.

My Childhood Home

Mary at Owl Haven is doing a carnival about your Childhood Home. Which I think is a splendid idea and gives me good blog fuel to write something I hold near and dear.

My first childhood home was one that my dad and his dad actually built themselves and where my father spent most of his bachelorhood as my parents married at the ripe age of 33. I wasn't born until 7 years later. Needless to say when my parents got married certain items from the house had to be removed, such as the lawn mower in the living room.

The 3 bedroom house with a den and formal living room was totally hip for the 70's. My bedroom was painted a sunny yellow with the ultra yellow shag carpet. The kitchen had a bright red formica table top with green vinyl high back chairs that swiveled. The dining room had a huge wall mural of a fountain. I also will never forget the yellow and black flowered couch that always had some other floweredy sheet covering it in the den. The colors in my mind to this day are still as vivid as they were 25 years ago.

The huge back yard was were we spent most of our time. I remember being 4 or 5 years old, helping mom pick carrots and tomatos out of the huge garden. I absolutely can't forget about the huge strawberry patch we had as well. When I was upset at mom and dad, I would gather my clothes and favorite toys and "runaway" to live outside and eat juicy red strawberries. How I long for those strawberries ecspecially this time of year.

We moved out of that old house shortly after my sister was born in the early 80's. My parents still own it and rent it out to this day. When I first got married at the young age of 20 my bridegroom and I moved in. It felt so wonderful to live in the old house once again and to allow the old childhood memories to flood back in. We went through and did some major updating as the previous renters had pretty much left it all the same. New carpet and paint was replaced. The old wall mural was painted over. The big red formica table top remained, it was just to iconic to remove. We moved out a year later to persue opportunity in Tx. I hated so much to leave it but knew things happen for a reason.

My parents have thought about selling the old place, but I don't think you can ever sell off childhood memories and family history. I think about how stable and secure I was with living in only 2 houses all through childhood and to adulthood. I think about my boys and how we've moved to atleast 4 different houses since we've moved to Texas. Will they remember any of their childhood homes and if so, I wonder which they will remember the most? Someday we will have a home to call our own. In the mean time we will just create the best of memories we can where we are, where the heart is, there the memories will be.