My romantic Valentine's day

I have a picture to show you of what my hubs did for me on valentine's day.

Are you ready to see this much romance?...................

The dryer has made this awful squeaky noise for a couple of months and so a part was ordered. It arrived on valentine's day. Unfortunately I was also home that day so I had to help. I hate home improvement tasks.       And so does my husband. He has never repaired a dryer before,

but lean financial times require us to look outside our comfort  zones.                                                                                                                          

A quick  long google search provided tons of useless  useful information. After a quick long prayer that we would get through this without completely ruining our marriage  the dryer, we found the problem.                   

And I immediately thought we needed to stop so I could get the camera.                                                                                                                                        

I think we only argued  disagreed twice.                                                                                                      

And when it was all put back together and did not squeak, you bet he got a big kiss! Turns out it was pretty romantic afterall.

How I met my house

I am joining
 OUR SUBURBAN COTTAGE
 today in what seems like a fun party!
How I met my house.
Go check out the other house 'Love stories'


We have lived here for 6 plus years. I was pregnant with our youngest daughter when we moved.
I do not recommend moving while you are pregnant if you can avoid it.

We lived on the other side of Washington State our whole lives and never thought about moving anywhere else until my husband started taking hunting trips to the Eastern side of the state.
He would come home and talk about how neat it was over there and how cheap the property was, compared to the prices of property where we lived.

So we started praying.

There were some problems with the property we had at the time and the county was going to charge us tons of money to fix it, and we realized all the money would be gone that we were planning on using to build our home.
During this time we got a letter in the mail from a realtor asking us if we would be willing to sell our place, as she had clients who wanted it.

That was crazy weird.

So we went over to look at property, well I went once because I was pregnant and tromping around land was not that fun.
On one trip over to see property, my husband met the realtor at his house and they set off to drive around all day to look at pieces of land that we had requested. On the way the realtor asked if he would mind stopping at another peice of property he had for sale as he was supposed to meet some other clients there to sign papers, as they were buying it.
When they got there, my husband really liked the property, but it was already sold.
2 weeks later, and back home, my husband was on the phone with the realtor and they started talking about that property. Turns out the other couple had to back out for some reason, and the property was for sale again.
My husband made an offer right then and there and then came to tell me about it.
I was a little freaked out, but I knew that God had planned the whole thing, so I just smiled and said....what do we do next?

There's a whole crazy story filling in the following year, living with my in-laws, having our 3rd daughter, moving across the state, living together in a 1 room cabin...........but we made it.

We picked our house plans out of a cabin book, mostly because we were looking for something unique and affordable. My husband built the whole thing by himself, with exception to the metal roof and the electrical and plumbing. He made us so proud!




Here is our house from 2 winters ago. I could not find a current one without snow. But i love this picture.

And here is our view, this looks to be around spring time.

Go over and enjoy some more house stories!

Again about the turkey

My husband did get his turkey yesterday.

I was going to post a picture, but I didn't want to upset anyone by showing a dead bird on this blog.

The pictures are pretty funny though. The ones with our 2 youngest daughters posing in them. First of all it's 6:00 in the morning and their bed head is at it's finest. My middle daughter is in  her P.J.'s, ski coat, blue socks, and silver dress shoes. But the smile on her face and the thumbs up she is giving the camera is priceless!
My youngest daughter who isn't quite as smiley, because she was still sleeping and almost missed the whole thing, and her sister already took pictures without her.....It must be hard being the youngest sometimes. But she does have her arm around her Dad and is leaning her sweet little bed head on his big shoulder, as if to say, Dad I'm so proud of you!

We are girlie girls. We don't hunt, none of us have ever shot a gun. My middle daughter sometimes acts like she might want to, but then says no. We do however, support our man. Because he loves it. The whole reason we live where we do is because of hunting trips he used to take here, and he would come home and talk about how beautiful it was, and how much wildlife there was here. Yesterday he hunted in our own backyard.

There are alot of wild turkeys here. You are allowed 2 turkeys in the spring and then sometimes, when there is an abundance of them, they allow you 1 more in the fall. We don't eat them like you eat a traditional turkey from the store. We only eat the breast meat, which my husband usually smokes in the smoker and we eat it on sandwiches. I don't really like it that much, it can be tough and it does taste a little different than my deli turkey, but again I'm all about supporting my man.
Karen reminded me, so well yesterday, how God just put those differences in men. To hunt and gather and provide for their family. I know not all men hunt, but it's still there by the way they naturally work and provide for their families. I love seeing that, how God made us, men and women, so different. It's ok that I don't really get what he finds so exciting about hunting and why the length of the turkeys beard (yes, they have these weird beards)is so important. And It's ok that he doesn't get why I need 3 different brooms and 10 pillows on the bed.

It was so nice to see my husband excited about something. It's been a tough year for him. God put that desire in him to be the provider for his family, and not being able to do that in the way he is used to, has changed him a little.
I have seen God moving in his life though, and I can only hope and pray that even this tough part of his life is all part of God's perfect plan for him.

Turkey Lurkey

Today is the opening day of Turkey hunting in our neck of the woods.

My husband was up at 4:30 this morning and even made his own coffee. He then went to sit outside in the woods and wait.

Turkeys can fly. Did you know that?

They roost (I almost typed roast, ha ha!) up in trees at night and then sail down through the air in the morning.

That's what he's waiting for.

He's got some wings he made so he can imitate the sound of a flying turkey, in hopes that it will attract another one, he's got some little wood thing that looks like a toy, and it makes this loud screechy noise that apparently is supposed to sound like a female turkey.

Why am I telling you all this?

I have no idea.

I guess it's just what's going on around here today.

Happy Turkey day.

If you came to my house today..................Thanks Coffee gal!

If you came to my house today.........

Outside you'd see the tiny layer of our first snowfall.
Inside the fire would be going and the coffee pot on. (Well not really on, because did you know that leaving a coffee pot on uses tons of electricity!)But there would be coffee and vanilla creamer. Yes only vanilla, we're plain that way.
My dishes would be done. Counters clean too.
My laundry would be done.
Floors swept and maybe even mopped.
Beds made.
Toys picked up.
Desk in order and papers filed neatly away.

But before you hate me I want you to know me too.

I'm just a cleaning type of girl. If I came to your house I may just start sweeping for you or fold the laundry on the couch. It's just fun to me.

But before you hate me I want you to know me.

Just because my house is always clean and organized doesn't mean I'm not sometimes mostly a mess.

If you came to my house today.......

You might find my husband sitting outside worrying about his day. He is unemployed and worried about his future.
It might be chilly in the basement because the fire doesn't reach there and I'm too worried about the electric bill to use the heaters too much.
Kitchen's clean, but I probably am feeling guilty for not eating a better breakfast.
And as my two younger girls and I sit down to school in the office, we may have some tears from my struggling reader or we may choose to just color our turkeys all day.

I hope that if you came today you wouldn't think you were at house that had it all together. It may look neat but we're a mess. And that's okay! I love our mess and the knowledge of the ONE who is bigger than it.
Thanks for coming and wasn't the coffee good? Isn't vanilla the best?