Camping- in style

I love to camp. I love to be pampered. I never really thought the two went together. But at our girls camp we were all spoiled. It was a resort outside of San Antonio, that was really nice. The cabins were very nice, with comfortable beds and all the amenities. The food was fantastic- served to us three times a day. The horseback riding, lounging at the pool and even serenading around the fire by professionals combined to make a pretty sweet vacation for me.
WAIT! IT'S NOT VACATION- IT'S GIRLS CAMP!!
What ever happened to the girls camp of my childhood; sleeping bags, and cots. Fires, that we built and food that we cooked and suffering and latrines? Camping is not supposed to be cushy. I will admit that being a leader had drawbacks. So much drama! I had forgotten living with little children, how much there is to complain about as a teenager- even at a resort. It was time away from my life into a completely different one of young women and their suffering. My response to 90% of all their wining became DWI (deal with it!). And yet it did give me ample time to see these girls as they will one day become. It was humbling to see such strength and fear together. It was a once in a lifetime experience that I'm not sure I'm ready to repeat anytime soon.

We are being attacked with cuteness

 

AHHHHHHHHHH! She's comming for you next. Just open your arms and welcome all that cuteness in.

To blog or not to blog...

 

I can't help myself. I have held off for quite awhile... but my kids are too cute, my house is too mine, and my fingers are bored. So BLOG ON! and where it goes from here- no one can know. Pictures of the house are comming. really.

It's all a blur

If anyone does check this site any more- I have a huge apology.
I've become so lost in the frenzy of our life that blogging no longer seems to find a space. I had pictures from Easter and our short lived new pets and new hair cuts and Gran and Grandad fun- but I have packed all the wires that connect the camera to the computer. I just can't find the time to blog adequately between the packing of junk and showing of house, and wiping of noses and meeting with agents and all that other stuff we all do every day. I do love to stay in touch, but I'm currently out of touch. Sorry. I will probably be shutting down this blog soon. I don't need the reminded guilt of another thing I'm not doing.
So if you are reading- it was nice while it lasted, but with our move next week- some things are are more important than my personal computer time. Fangs for the memories.

Don't Pray for Patience!

Ho hum. We are just sitting around, watching our toe nails grow. Life is on the verge of changing for us, and there is NOTHING WE CAN DO TO SPEED IT UP! It feels a lot like those last few weeks of pregnancy (love you EM) when you know it's coming, you feel like you're going to POP, but you just have to wait it out.

I am not known for my patience. I'm the girl who calls you on the phone several times in succession, until you pick up. Children are supposed to help develop this virtue; but I find they are only aggravating my condition. Everything is going in slow motion, like we are underwater- and I'm completely sober!

So don't pray for patience, because you're bound to get lots of practice. Instead we pray that our house will magically close tomorrow! See how practical I am? In the meantime, we trim our nails.

Drumroll, Please

So I didn't want to disclose our exciting news until everything was signed and certain. But as you see, that could take a very long time. We are currently in the process of buying our first home, and are very excited. It has been nearly ten years of renting, and I believe the time has come for a bit of escrow. The home is perfectly placed .4 miles from Shane's work, and the boy's school, and our church. We feel very blessed to have found our little dream house. Things are still in process, but we are pretty sure that all will go through. Call it stupidity or faith; we're definitely counting our chicks.

This may be a bit of a let down to you, if you were expecting some earth shattering news (not quite a skinhead, but I did cut NINE inches off my hair); but we are pretty elated. Wish us luck in the mad world of mortgages.

Hold on....Something's bound to happen

I am reluctant to post until I have concrete evidence of something exciting. So we may seem boring- but really all the good stuff is in the works. Just be patient my little amigoes, and hopefully I'll have a hand-clappin' good post in the near future. In the meantime we are all flouishing in the Texas winter and lovin life. Even when it's hectic, crazy, loud and looney; Life is good.