The Men in My Life

 These are the men in my life... I will call them Bo (on the far left), Mr. Man (middle) and Dragon (far right). 
Bo is my baby, he is four and likes to draw funny pictures of large bellied super heroes and mice with hats.  He is famous round these parts for his extreme cuteness and constant stream of oddly musical gas. He's pretty random too. Yesterday he, without warning, broke the silence in the car to say, "What if you barfed up a huuuuge 'samwich' and it was so big and had teeth and then ate some peoples ... that'd be bad." Mmmmk

Mr. Man is the man. He's pretty much the best and I have a big crush on him ... He and I have been married for seven years this Sunday. I am still pretty sure that he is the most deserving of the title MacGyver of any guy alive.  The man can fix anything. Unless it's the bathroom sink which he's "getting to".  He's an obsessor, one month he must have/make/research/constantly obsess over making the worlds heaviest amplifier container and the next month he's so onto guitar pedals.  I can't keep up. Where I am ordered and self-controlled he is impulsive and spontaneous (i.e. he's the fun one).  And he is hilarious too.

Then there's Dragon.  He's my fiery five year old.  He's been pretty miffed with me lately for not naming him Dragon so I figured a blog name is close enough.  This child is something else. The Psalmist wrote that he was fearfully and wonderfully made.  I'm pretty sure that there was allot of that when Israel was being knit together in my poor aching womb but I have to believe there may have been a bit of laughter and maybe a few, "what else can I add to humble this soon to be mother..."   

Put that all together and you have this amazingly strong willed little guy with a sensitive heart and a ready fist.  He's a pretty neat kid. He likes to think of himself as a ninja robot super villain with death ray eyeballs but then he will cuddle up on the couch with me and insist that I read to him from Little House on the Prairie for two solid hours. Go figure.

So these are my men.

Why me?

Well hey there! You have found yet another blogging mom ... So now that you are here you may as well snoop around and see what this computer illiterate housewife has concocted on this here blog.

A little about myself...

My husband thinks I'm odd (he's one to talk) and my kids think I'm pretty much the best thing ever (usually). I, like the countless other and more clever women who have endeavored a blog of their own, love to take pretty pictures, garden, spend time with my family, figure out how to make everything on my own, and am in the process of honing my tightwadery skills to become the next biggest cheapskate in town... 

My husband is a youth pastor (and a youth center leader and a substitute teacher) and we live in a gorgeous old apartment in a quirky little town with our two boys who are as energetic as the day is long. 

Why yet another blog you ask? Because my sister wants me to. Also because I figure that if I publicly create a blog with a goal in mind I may be more inclined to make that goal happen.

What goal? I'm so glad you asked... you did ask didn't you?  I have always dreamed of raising a big family on a big spread of land in an old farmhouse. Cliche, I know but there you have it. Chickens, barns, giant veggie gardens, you know the usual. In the here and now I am a stay at home home schooling (yeah I'm one of those people) mom and my husband is in the ministry. Calculator please? Ah yes, that adds up to exactly ... not allot of money.  Be that as it may I am determined to prove that low income families can make goals happen not by increasing their income but by decreasing the spending.  Income increase would be nice, don't get me wrong, but in the area I live in employment is desperately low and countless families feel trapped in their incomes because there is no way up the latter.  It's depression times again, folks, it's time to plant gardens, barter babysitting for haircuts, hang laundry out to dry, and regain our self-sufficiency.

So here goes ...