My kids read my blogs. Or maybe, I read my blogs to the kids. Sometimes I wonder if they appreciate the fact that I overshare our lives. Their LIVES. I recently sat down with hubs and in these exact words, I said “I’m ready to quit! Or better yet, I took the first 15 years,
National McDonald’s Day?
Anyone out there know anything about #NationalMcDonaldsDay? I had no idea. I found out because I am one of those freaks that likes to look up the holidays on the calendar. But let’s go ahead and categorize my little calendar search. My calendar search is done on one of those little apps. This particular app
Leave It to Puppy Breath to Get Granny Out of the House!
These puppies have been the perfect way to start 2017. They have already grown so much since this photo. They are actually almost 4 weeks old, and no longer have those bright pink paws or noses. The puppy breath is like Manna from Heaven. My 94-year-old Granny came to visit the puppies the other day
And He Laughs
When we started the ROP project, the outdoor space at the ranch was deemed to be Hubby’s designated job. After all, the outdoors is his thing, he kinda knows a thing or two about trees, plants, flowers. He said he wanted to do it all. I had the inside, so therefore, the outside was his.
The Olive Ranch
The olive ranch idea has been in the works a while now. I think hubs started researching olives years and years ago, but he finally told me about the idea probably in 2011. Looking back, I remember being on our honeymoon in 1997, and as newlyweds, hubby playing a trick on me at Mondavi Winery
Dealing, DEALT
We have been “dealing”. I say “dealing” because the “I” part of “we” is the one dealing. In a million years, I would never have dreamt that my husband would not have his parents any longer.