Wednesday, December 16, 2009

My term of endearment for today



Once in awhile there comes a time that this is appropriate.

I love my dear husband but this morning I could just beat him to a bloody pulp. He, as usual, is of no help with Christmas. He likes to crack the whip but when it comes down to it, help isn't something that he can do. I mean a foreman of a company stoop down to help the grunts? Unheard of!

He is taking the day off today due to Sam's program and I asked him to take Sam to the bus stop because I was busy trying to finish my last present.

He replied, " I can't. I have to feed the horses, eat breakfast, take my shot.... yadda, yadda. You'll have to take him. Oh, and by the way did you finish the present this morning and you need to make more coffee, feed the dogs and pick the underwear out of my butt crack ? OK-I added the underwear part.It's hard to figure out where his butt crack is---I thought he was all ass! It's all gotta be done this morning."

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Here's to you, my dear!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Finally!!!

Matt finally asked Sheena to marry him this weekend! Now I can look forward to having nieces and nephews!!! Nieces preferably!! I'm already to shower her with pink, ruffles and everything girlie! I'll take a nephew too. Gotta continue the van Leerdam legacy!



Congrats, guys! We love you!

Duh! Serious dumb moment

So I did a really, really stupid thing yesterday morning. I am so proud of all the gifts I made this year that I took pictures of them and actually posted them on my blog! So for all of you that seen your Christmas presents (BTW, it's pretty obvious), FORGET!! Please!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

It's a Boy!


Okay, so not an actual "boy" but close enough for us.



 Sam got an early Christmas present from Grandma Tammie, Blaine & I. We have had him for 3 weeks now and trying to get good pictures of both Oz and Sam are nearly impossible. If Sam isn't moving, Oz is. And yes, his name is Ozzy, after Ozzy Osbourne. I am so proud. I have trained him right in the music department!! However, when Sam named him permanently, he said," Momma, don't worry this Oz won't do drugs or bite heads off bats!" Whew, I was worried!




It has been so good for Sam to have a puppy. He now has a responsibility and someone to keep the lonely's away.No more tears at bedtime for the wanted brother or in desperation, a sister.So I guess you can say, the Oz man, is good for all of us.

Heart of Gold

It is no surprise that in this economy there are some people in dire straits with the unavailbility of work and their unemployment has run out.The men at Blaine's employer are no different. One week there is work, the next there isn't. Blaine has been fortunate enough to work steadily but his crew has not. There are people on his crew that have been with him since Blaine was in high school and they are like family to us. My dear husband worries about them constantly. He has been giving meat out of our freezer, having me buy extra groceries and packing extra lunches, even finding various jobs for them to do with other companies.


At time like these, I really realize that much more that Blaine has a heart of gold. He would do anything for anyone, even at his health's expense. I am so thankful that he is my husband. Not only is he concerned about us but others.How did I get so lucky? I love you lots, Blainer.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Me, minus the curlers!




This picture is totally me! I am in a full blown panic mode! Christmas is just 25 days away and I am FREAKING out!


Every year, I start months ahead of time making and planning Christmas presents. Every year, at this time, I panic, I cry, I pull my hair. Why do I always insist on making my presents by hand? I must be insane. No matter how early I start, I still end up in a panic. I still have---count them---five presents to make! There is just not enough hours in the day.......


........Wait.........perhaps I really should get off the computer and get my butt to crafting!

The smell that takes my breath away

Today as I was sitting in my favorite chair enjoying the warm sun streaming through my windows, I smelled my Grandpa Marion. It's a smell that I haven't smelled for twenty six years but I would know it anywhere. It came completely out of the blue and it took my breath away. How I miss him. I miss sitting next to him in his chair by the stove with him drinking his coffee out of his yellow mug and me eating roll after roll of Certs from his pocket.


Bumpy's chair


I miss everything about him.

I want to believe with all my heart that he was with me today.Even if it was for a small moment, I hope he was sitting next to me.