Moving Right Along

Moving, arg…. For the last month we have been moving and shaking all over the place! We were able to get everything packed up, labeled, and moved. As well as cleaning the old place, making some updates, and finalizing the transition. I don’t know who these 3 Men and a Truck think they are, but who on earth could ever enjoy moving people for a living? It is a pain to say the least, nothing about it is fun, well – other than getting to reorganize things and put items in new spots.  It probably didn’t help that we have been doing all of this during the hottest time of the year! Every day we moved things it was above 100 degrees. Not exactly my cup of tea…

The last couple of days Patrick has spent a lot of time building shelving in the garage! I will be the first to say it looks amaze! (pictures to come!) I tried to help as much as possible, but building things isn’t exactly my forte – but I will say I excel at keeping us hydrated, fed, and holding a Band-Aid close by! We finished getting everything out of storage last night, so now we have to start all over at unpacking again. In time, it will all be done and so worth it!

I think it is interesting the difference between girls and guys when it comes to moving and unpacking! I feel like Patrick takes pride in what the garage looks like, everything having a perfect place, and filling in blank spots with any new tools. Me on the other hand, the kitchen was the first thing I unpacked, and I can’t wait to get pictures hung on the walls. I guess that is what makes us such a great team.  Sooner than later the place will start feeling like home.

Regardless of where we are, or how many boxes are all around us, it is the family we have created that will make it feel like a home. I would say Leroy has really adjusted well. He did make sure he marked the hallway the first night, he caught his first rabbit in the backyard on Sunday (which Terrance got so excited about because he thought that meant we were going to cook rabbit it for dinner – but that is a whole other story!) and he loves walking the neighborhood!  

Updates and pictures to come, I am sure in no time we will have a master plan on what we want to update and change, Patrick will bring the skills and I will bring the powerade!


Happy Birthday Grandpa!

It seems crazy to think my Grandpa Bud has been gone for three years now. It seems like yesterday we were giving the world hell one day at a time. When I think about him so many things run through my mind. But mostly, his unending love, desire to have things done right…the first time, and a wildly inappropriate sense of humor. I was truly blessed in my life to have such great grandparents. I got to spend more time with them than I think the average kid gets too; they play such a critical role in who I have become as a person. For that, I am eternally grateful every single day. The last three years have been different that is for sure, and I would give anything to be able to sit somewhere and joke with him or listen to him tell me stories I already heard, and that is not an Alzheimer’s joke.

For anyone who knew my Grandpa I am sure they could put together a few choice words. But, to me he will always be one of the most incredible men I have known in my life. Even from when I was little he was that Grandpa that taught me my first cuss words, inappropriate rhymes and jokes, and encouraged me to stick my tongue out when I didn’t like an answer. Of course I got in trouble for all of those things on more than one occasion, but it was still fun in the moment and memories I will have forever. In all fairness, he did teach me some of my less desirable qualities; but at the same time he taught me the importance of earing a dollar, working harder than anyone else for that dollar, and sharing the dollar I earned with those in need. I mean the man would pay me a dollar to go and get the mail and then turn around and pay me another dollar to get the newspaper – if that isn’t hard work I don’t know what is! In all seriousness he proved how hard he worked every day and he was so charitable with his money, when someone needed help he was the first one to offer help, not just financially but with his blood, sweat, and tears. He was a man who protected and stood up for his family at all costs, he believed the world should operate in a way that was fair for all, and he would never call a repair man to fix a thing.

One of my favorite memories with my Grandpa is something that seems so trivial I’m sure, but for me it is a memory I won’t ever have with another person.  Their house was a long ranch style and every time I went there I would walk up to the window behind the porch swing and look in, straight in front my was my Grandpa’s recliner where he would always sit. He would see me and we would both stick our tongues out at each other. From outside I could hear his footrest collapse and we would race to the front door, and he would greet me with a huge hug. Something so small, but something I always looked forward to. To this day I can still hear the sound of my head hitting against the window, the sound of his recliner footrest going down, and the grandfather clock shaking from his running while we hugged.

To this day the thing I admire most about my Grandpa was the relationship him and my Grandma had. They are the perfect example of a successful marriage, for 53 years they loved each other, built an amazing life and family full of love. They gave me so many memories and were the perfect example of what wedding vows should be. The things they went through and the tough times they had were completely outweighed by their accomplishments and the legacy that carries on. I always respected how much they loved each, but that they were never afraid to give each other a hard time.

I am so grateful for the memories I have and the stories I can tell. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss my Grandpa, or something doesn’t remind me of him. Tonight we are celebrating his birthday with a country concert and some cupcakes. I got to put flowers out at the cemetery yesterday, and even though he thought flowers were a waste of money I hope there are a small example of how much I miss and love him. Happy Birthday Grandpa.

Love always, Heather Renee

Feelin’ HOT HOT HOT!

I feel like seeing this picture might put a positive spin on the current extreme heat in the state of Kansas. I heard on the radio this morning that this is the 6th hottest summer in state history. All I can say is I am thankful I didn’t live through the other five. 🙂  I don’t know about the rest of you, but this heat is not exactly what I would call enjoyable. It is a heat that takes your breath away as soon as you walk outside, feels like it is burning your skin when you sit on a leather seat, and makes showering fairly worthless. There are so many things that I love about the summer – the pool, lake, baseball, golf, outdoor concerts, and so on. However, these temperatures have made me somewhat reconsider the fun things I do! Hopefully next summer will be more comfortable! Until then, I believe my summer staples will be: a ponytail holder, a Tervis Tumbler (if you don’t have one, buy one a.s.a.p.!), flip flops, and a nearby sprinkler!

Calling the Operator

Last week we got a home phone line! I know I know I have heard all the jokes – “Did a pager come with that?” or, “Is you’re cordless as big as Zack Morris’s?” Well, the truth is, I am actually really excited! And, even though we had to have it in order to have the internet out here, it’s still something I have always secretly wanted. I think there is something very old fashioned about having a home phone, and kind of traditional. So, if you want the new digits… hit me up!