I love parties

This weekend isn't over yet, but we've already had about 75 people go through our house in the last 24 hours. We had a BBQ Last night for our small group at church that is starting up in September, and this morning we had a birthday party for two of our favorite little girls in Kentucky. We are so blessed to have the friends and community out here that we do- they are truly a family away from family. Here are some pics from the party today...

Making necklaces out of yummy cereal...

Every girl got a tutu, wand and crown. I have never seen so many cute little princesses running around in one place... pretty magical!

Yummy cupcakes (I'm hungry now...)

Cereal necklace station...

Princess wands...

What a great past two days! I can't wait to have more parties at our place- they just seem to get more fun after every one!

My Husband is Rambo

This whole week has been dedicated to taking care of some unfinished business that we have in our new house. Painting walls, hanging pictures, kitchen projects, landscaping, and all kinds of other things.

While Drew and I were in our back yard last night weeding, raking, and digging out some day lilies that pretty much took over our yard, my husband decided that it was time to take out a couple tree's that were VERY unwanted.

Since our house sat vacant for about two years, there was a lot of uncared for, and unwanted growth of many things that had just sprouted up from seedlings... a group of trees in particular. There was about 6 of them that were all clumped together trying to out-grow the other one while taking part of our fence with them. Yes, it was time. So, my Husband (aka Rambo) took them all down. On the last one, as he was hacking away with a hatchet and a pair of beefy pruning sheers (no, not at the same time) his super buff and studly arms broke our really-intense-no-nonsense-we-mean-business pair of pruning shears. I stared in awe as he pulled the shears out of the tree while part of the blade was still in the branch.

I thought that this meant that our time in the backyard was finished. What else could we do about this tree if the main tool we were using just broke because my husband is so strong? Well... Drew was not finished yet. He was wearing a very studly t-shirt that had the arms cut off (heavy sarcasm about the studly t-shirt), but had he been wearing longer sleeves he would have rolled them up, clapped his hands, and swung his arms back a forth a few times right before he took the tree down with his bare hands. Yes... his bare hands.

That's right. I married Rambo. Here's a picture to prove it:

Golf Education

My sweet husband just got a new set of golf clubs. He has been so patient with me telling me everything he knows about the game, what the different clubs are called, and what different phrases mean.

But today while Drew and I (and his new golf clubs) were watching part of the British Open I heard the announcers say something confusing.

What I heard: "There's a pot of gold chicken"

What my loving husband corrected me with when I told him this is what I thought they said:

" He could putt it or chip it"

Lesson #1 in golf: There are no gold chickens

What?

I thought my first blog post would be more difficult to come by. I'm not super creative when it comes to writing-at all. But while I was frequenting one of my all time favorite blogs... I had a sudden inspiration.

Lady's and gentlemen- if you have not had the pleasure of ever visiting this site, please go there now. I promise you won't be disappointed.

The picture up top is just one of the many gems that awaits for your visit.

Welp... it was time

With every new name, and new house... there comes a new blog. At least in this case there does.

Since my last blog a lot has happened. I like the idea of writing about what is going on so I can look back on it later, but also so that the people who care to be kept in the loop can be... even when I forget to call on a regular basis.

So cheers to my new blog, I'm going to be really intentional about keeping this one up!