Checking in...

Hello blog friends!

I know I have been silent for the past couple weeks, but I promise it's for a good reason.

Drumroll please.

We are in our house!

Living, sleeping, eating, laughing, dancing, and bickering (cause lets be honest, it's hard to come to an agreement sometimes on where everything should go!) in our very own house.
The little house on the prairie is officially our home. And we are so happy.

That being said. Necessary things like moving and cleaning and unpacking have taken priority. And some of my fun things like music and pictures and blogging have had to take a little break. (Not to mention we are still without the luxuries of such things like internet or satellite tv, so I'm hotspotting a connection off my phone right now to send this post. This is also why you will have to wait to see any pictures, because I don't trust my little hotspot connection to handle a job as big as uploading those kinds of files). Which is fine.The last few weeks have been busy. And tiring. And Keith and I are now officially an old couple who goes to bed at 9-9:30 and wake up at 5:30. It has been heavy lifting. Dirty pants. Warm boots. Freezing fingers. Big sweaters. Fleece pants and long underwear. (The heating is still a work in progress).
But it's been great. I look forward to telling stories to our children one day of how we moved in just before November and had to get by with electrical heaters. It builds character.

I come from a crazy background like this. When I was ten my family moved off the big farm so my dad could take a new job, and we moved the house as well. We moved in the spring, and the night the windows were put in we moved in. I think we may have even just had cardboard over a few places still. No drywall. No plumbing. No heating. No stairs even. Just ladders and an outhouse in the woods and sleeping bags. I know that it definitely wasn't an easy time. But I wouldn't change a minute of it. Because I get to tell stories now of how we did this crazy move and had to go shower at the university and sit in the truck to warm up. I'm not saying I'm hard done by or not spoiled or anything. Because I have had so many wonderful occurrences and opportunities in my life. But crazy things like that make you willing to take risks and do things like that. Who wants to spend an extra month of rent so long as the roof is on there and everything is relatively sealed up?

Maybe we're just crazy.