Out with the old.

So, I am the type of person that NEVER quits thinking about stuff. What exactly depends on what is going on. My blowdryer blew up. As I went to send it to its eternal peace, I thought back to when I bought it at my favorite Albertson's when I lived in Dallas. Then I thought of a blog that my neice did about living in the city and what she likes about it. She commented on the ability to blend in. (probably not in those words). That was the appeal that the city had for me. No one knew me. I was anonymous. Those who did know me....didn't judge me, didn't call me weird, didn't make me feel different in any way. I didn't go crazy in the city. I never got into the drinking scene....I dated a jerk (didn't make the best decisions...but I was growing up), I never did anything really wrong. I just was. I focused on "making it" down there. Being able to support myself....then I could leave. In a way, I was healing. I never REALLY left God. I was angry for sometime because of things. But if you are angry at God, you must believe in Him.

Do I wish I would do things over? Yes, but not all of it. I needed that time away. I needed to heal. My heart was hurt badly. I would take away the romantic relationships, I would take away the tatoos :) , but most everything else I would keep.

I laid my blowdryer to rest. I get excited when I throw something away that I bought in Texas. Not because I didn't like Texas. Its symbolic to me of letting go of the past and seeing where I am now. Sound silly? I see a loving husband who I think is pretty good looking, a little boy that is completely wild. I never knew I would be where I am. I am glad I got here. No one knew why I would come back to this little town I grew up in, this bedlam, this Peyton place. :) I see the good. I see the people I knew as a little girl. Its all familiar. I am not weird after all.

Uncle Vance

I saw something last weekend that made me so happy.

My brother in law, Vance and his wife Kelly came to stay with us. My little guy fell in love with his Uncle Vance. Every minute that Vance was here, my little guy was hanging on him. I have never seen him take to someone so quickly. I think what touched me so much was that there was a new family connection.

When Vance had to leave, Daniel cried.....a lot. Here is a picture of the two buddies.

My Favorite Time of the Year

Fall has forever been my favorite time of the year. Where I live, its a very short time of the year. It seems that the leaves fall and then so does the snow.

When I was a young girl Fall meant that I could wear my new cold weather clothes to school, I rarely waited for the cooler weather though. It meant homecoming and football. It meant the smell of apple pie, hot cider, and though most people won't know what this is, it meant Lefse.

Through my twenties Fall held no real traditions for me. I, in a way, forgot about tradition. Once in awhile I would get homesick and think of something that my mom did that no one, in my opinion, could do better. I loved the smell of wassail, a cider cinnamon drink. I loved having lefse with our holiday dinners. Oh, and my mom's homemade buns! Yum-o! But its hard to start those traditions for one.

Its funny how when you get married and start a family, some traditions start themselves and some, you discover, you have always wanted to start.

For my family, Fall means hunting, harvest from our garden, changing of decoration shopping for warm clothes, baking, canning, making deer jerky and deer burger, fall cleaning. I guess I could keep going...but I won't.

I guess its when I feel like our house becomes warm and cozy. I can't wait for the first fire in our fireplace!

My sister is inspiring me in making my house "a home". Here is the first of my Fall decorations. I am kind of proud of this.....I am 38 and never really did any of this before.

Have a happy Fall~