Mother trucker, man.

I've had the itch to sit down and write but no sooner do I get sat down and my itch goes away.
I hate when that happens... I want to be inspired to sit and put pen to paper but lately... nothing.  Maybe it's because our lives are in transition right now and I'm having a hard time.  I got nothing to share with y'all because while Rick is busy sleeping the day away (he worked all night), I am either trying not to make noise and wake him or I'm right beside him in the bed... in truth, the extra tin foil that now covers the bedroom windows is as much for him as it is for me. I cannot sleep during the day unless the room is pitch black and he claims he cannot sleep without me. So...
Did I ever mention that those early hours in the morning are my most creative hours?  I'm not feeling so creative lately.
I feel like I'm hanging on for the ride right now.  Still trying to find my footing as we step off into our new lives.  Rick and I have never spent more than mere hours away from each others side in ten years.  For eight of those ten years he was always just right outside there *motions in the direction of the nearest pasture outside* and only minutes from me should I ever need him.

Things have sure changed around here. So much... for years life was all about cows and sunrises and less of a schedule.  Now it's about late night phone calls from Ricky and my daughter's developing social life.

I can't recall the last time I took a picture of the morning sun.

 

Change can be a good thing.

Change sucks, too. Sometimes.  Don't get me wrong.  I could not be happier that Rick has a new skill that he loves and he enjoys his job and it is affording us a better life... it's the whole idea of a better life.  I always thought we had a great life out here in the sticks. 

Never had much but we didn't need much and we were crazy happy. How could life be better than that?

We are still crazy happy. Make no mistake about that. Crazy happy.
He is my best friend. 

                                                  

Until next time... If you can't see the bright side of life. Polish the dull side.

What a difference a week can make

Ricky made it home in time for us to not have to postpone New Year's Eve...that would have been an impossibility!  LOL
2012 was coming whether we were ready or not. 
He was pretty upset when he realized he would not be here for Christmas.  Savana didn't care for the idea of postponing the opening of her Christmas presents, either.  The thought of having to walk past them under the tree everyday knowing she wasn't gonna open any of them til daddy got home was almost more than she could stand.



She asked me, "Can you just hide all my presents somewhere so I don't have to see them under the tree everyday? I don't think I can take it... I might just have to peek."


No way, girl!!  We are gonna suffer through this together, damn it. (To be on the safe side, I put extra tape on her gifts.)

And suffer, we did... right up until daddy got home. He barely got his boots off before the floor was covered in wrapping paper.

I don't understand it, but lately I can not get a picture of her without her having made some silly face...  "Everybody does that, momma. Not just me!"

Something wonderful happened while Ricky was home this last week.  He was offered a job hauling salt water for an oilfield service. He took it and he starts Monday.

I could not be happier.  He will be home everyday and make better money.

The long haul trucking business is not for us.  We had no idea when Rick took that job that he'd be gone from home for however long it took him to log 10,000 miles... he was told he'd be gone a week at first... "You'll be home for Thanksgiving, so just pack enough clothes and toiletries for the week."



Ignorance is bliss.  We were just thrilled for him to have a job when there are so many that don't. 

While I have everyone's attention I'd like to mention that Savana's 5th grade class has the opportunity to take a trip to Washington, DC this year.  We have to raise $1,272 for her to go.

This rifle is being raffled off to help raise the money.  It is a Yildiz over/under 12-gauge shotgun. $10 per chance. The drawing will be held about the middle of March. The trip is in May the day after school is out for the summer.
I googled Oklahoma's gun laws concerning the purchase, sale and transporting of a firearm and here is what I found:
http://crime.about.com/od/gunlawsbystate/a/gunlaws_ok.htm

I also checked into Texas gun laws, since the rifle was actually purchased there: http://www.texasgunlaws.org/

If anyone is interested in helping us send Savana on this once in a lifetime trip to Washington, DC you may email me at:   shutterbugginchic@hotmail.com



I am not opposed to donations, either. LOL  If you'd like to help but don't want the rifle. I promise I won't go and buy any beer with your money.  We really want Savana to be able to go on this trip.