I am a horse.

No really, I am. And read that correctly, I said horse, not house. At least this is what my friend told me. You see, I don't know that many women (that wear makeup and fix their hair) who can wrestle a 2,000lb couch into the back of a pickup truck all by themselves. OK, so it wasn't exactly 2,000lbs and it wasn't a huge sleeper sofa. More like a "setee" my mother calls it, but it is very, very old and they don't make setee's like they use to. In fact, I don't think they make them at all. Also on the move was a lovely floral tapestried wingback chair, which brings me to the explanation of why I was so desperate to haul them. They look really, really bad. AWFUL. Verging on grotesque. Someone I know is going to transform these cast offs into lovely sitting pieces for our new home. They called me, saying they know of my furniture's lowly state of being, with no hope of making themselves beautiful on their own. Desiring them to be placed in a special place of comfort and protection under our new roof, I had no choice but to pick them up alone, sacrificing my body (as well as the diamond out of my engagement ring) and place them securely in the pickup truck for the journey to transformation. The ride wasn't always easy. At one point I accelerated hard, and the wingback wanted to bolt out of the truck on it's own, but I would never take off faster than that chair could handle, I made sure that nothing would let it fall. On to the drop off point we traveled together, singing to the music and flying right over all the rest of the bumps and turns in the road. Finally, we reached our destination, I stopped the truck myself and brought my tattered and worn furniture pieces inside. The one who called me looked at the chairs and yet spoke to me. I stood between them and explained how I had sacrificed myself to get them there and even though the choice to do it that way had proved to be very costly, it was the only way possible. The promise of hope was given, and restoration would be complete as we both rejoiced in the beauty that would soon come for these precious sitting pieces. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE FINISHED PRODUCT IN MY HOME!
You know, I may be paying for it today, but sometimes it is good to be a horse.

{{{By the way, there will be a stone searching party in my front yard at Noon today!}}}

Indian Summer Pool Party!!

Go get the Rubbermaids and start digging for those summer flip flops you just put away, this lovely 80 degree weather in mid- October is giving me the itch and a hankerin' for a pool party!

I know the itch is really from the poison ivy my family is currently enduring, but just what exactly is a "hankerin'???" Could be one of those Foxism's that only my Dad could explain... Sis- any input on that, as well as homeopathic remedies for that itch?

Anyway, I think maybe we could gather and sip smoothies poolside in a week or so, but I'll have to keep you posted on that one.

6 1/2 WEEKS and counting...

Move in date is still set for the week of Thanksgiving - but there's sooooo much to be done. Ya like the brick??? I was afraid it would look too purple. I am now in the process of figuring out all the lighting, door pulls, knobs, finishes, etc...

Friday we spent our day on itty bitty bike seats for 30 miles, from Vail Pass down to Vail and over to Avon, Colorado. Saturday we were in the saddle, can you guess just what is sore now?

Not your typical trail ride!

Saturday was spent on horseback with our guide, Jeff, in the middle of this pic - the one that looks like he belongs on horseback in Colorado!

God of Wonders!

Words just can't describe the beauty of Colorado in the fall, the golden tipped Aspen trees, the deep green of the evergreens, the stony bluffs, and the bluer than blue skies. Amazing. I'll let the pictures speak instead...

King of the Mountain...

I love this picture of our two littlest ones.

I know it's been awhile since I've updated, I've just been a little blue lately. A good night of sleep and I'll get over it, I'm sure. Wasn't "Answers in Genesis" great this weekend??? I love that stuff, really makes me want to be ready to give an answer.

Have a great week if anyone happens to read this!

This guy has Friends in Low Places...


Why is it important to attend church on Sunday night? You could end up at the public park watching some guy try to start up a Karaoke night for all the highly interested Canadian geese.






By the way, happy anniversary to my Incredible sister and her Major husband, married 19 years today. (this post has nothing to do with your happy marriage!)

"Teacher, Teacher!"

Thursday morning the phone rings, and I jump as though I have been shot out of a canon. Assuming the 6:08am caller to be my out of town husband giving me a wake up call to get the crew moving, I answer in the most chipper, "of course I'm awake" voice possible. When I perceive the mysterious voice to be that of a woman's, I then wonder, who is in the hospital? Wait... no more of that, right, MOM? Finally, I come to my senses and realize who this person is: the vice principle of my kids' school where I have signed up to be a substitute teacher. A glutton for punishment, I know. Nevermind the fact that I went to bed well after midnight, that I have groceries to buy, and errands to run, and, and ... I said "Sure!" Oh what joys were awaiting me! People should pay good money for opportunities such as this, it was quite a kick of a day.
I began by taking the lunch count and starting in on the schedule before they even said the pledge. A couple kids asked if I ever taught before, thanks kid. On to DOL or DLR or whatever it is they call it. I called it grammar. Then math, I told them all it was my favorite subject to try to instill a little hope in their hearts for this strange new sub. I didn't even know the way to recess, but I'm a quick learner and I think to search out the teacher's pet. She was not hard to find. The first one done with her morning work, the one with impeccable handwriting, well dressed (ie: clean), quiet, and sweet all over. Math went very well, they use Saxon, of which I am familiar. HOWEVER, somewhere along in there, one boy passed a note to another (bigger) boy and "forged" a girl's name on the note (so 5th grade). The bigger boy stood up and yelled out loud "Quiet down!" or something rather close that I don't want my own kids who will be reading this to use on each other. Sub to the rescue! I got them under control for awhile, but on the playground, things escalated between those boys into an actual knockdown dragout. My first day was complete with only 1 suspension, one lost recess, and one kid who thinks I should cut my hair off and give it to "Locks of Love." Hey, at least I know where the bathroom is now.

Chez Roy...

Hey! I'm getting the hang of this blog thing. You know, if any of you think we've been a bit non-hospitable lately, here's why. Sheetrock dust and a porta potty. This is what dinner at our household is like these days.
This is actually a pic of our first meal in our new home. I say we fared much better than those down South.

On the menu:

100% Fortified white bread with America's favorite chicken and pork Bologna, sans fromage.
Crispy,Crunchy Sun Chips
Ice Cold CocaCola flavored with hint of lime

All I want for Christmas...

It's time to start thinking about it. OK, folks, what's on your wish list this year?

New Kid on the Block

Ladies and Gentlemen..... welcome to the one and only (OK, one of probably millions) , fast paced, incredible, mindboggling, brand spankin' new BLOG by ROYWIFE!!


ok. That's all I can think of now. There will be more later, I'm sure of it.