Wishin I was Fishin

I need a vacation. Perhaps just a mini-break to get away from it all. I fancy the city, but absolutely love the Mountains and the fresh air. There is nothing better than sitting in our blow-up raft (that is our version of a boat) with a fishin pole in one hand, and an ice cold beer in the other. I can imagine it now..... my feet dangeling in the cold water.....The worm squirming to not be kabobbed on my hook....perhaps a little family of ducks swim by, which enevidable I HAVE to find some type of bread like food to throw at them, quack, quack. Not me, the ducks! Ahhhh! That is the life. When we are done fishing, my hubby rows us back to shore, splashing me along the way, which he insists is an accident. This has got to be my favorite activity of all. It sprouts from when I was just a little sprout. Lol. My dad used to take me fishing every Saturday morning, just up the canyon from where we lived. Of course, we had to swing by the 7-11 that was out of the way but it never seemed to bother my dad to drive an extra 10 miles just to get me a chick-o-stick and a slurpee. Now it is my husband taking me to the 7-11 to get me a Chick-o-stick and a V-8 (I upgraded). They say (who ever they are) that a girl marries someone who is a lot like their father. Just until a few years ago, I thought my dad was one of a kind. I never imagined that I could find another person who was the smartest person I know, the funniest person I know, the most handsome person I know, the coolest person I know, and the best exampleof anyone I know......and then Haven came along. No wonder those 2 get along so well, it was like they were split at birth (only 30 years apart). That is all for now....back to reality.

Our 1st Home

I am sure those who know me are aware that my hubby and I just purchased our first home. I had no idea that one could have an obsession with a building, but now I see that I am! I knew owning a home would be exciting, but it is now my favorite.....well.....everything. It had me at Hello (lol, that was dumb) Instead of taking that extra $30 (although not alot) and spending it on dressing myself, I choose to dress my home. Now the saying "dess my nest" after all of these years makes sense to me. I watch more HGTV then MTV now a days. At times I think my mom and dad are more excited about our home than we are. The flowers, the welcome sign, the decals that spell 'kastner' on our mailbox, are all little token of approval and love from my parents. I guess until Haven and I have children, our house will be their grandchild. Fine by me!

Even though we have only been in our house for 121 days, the equalivent of 3.9 months, the 'Honey DONE list' is longer than you could imagine. I have the best husband in the world. He has done things around the house, that I did not know he knew how to do (you really do learn a lot about eachother the first year of marriage). When he told me he was going to buy funny pipe to move the sprinkler heads, I thought that was a pre-lude to a joke. No joke...Home Depot actually sells something called funny pipe. Who knew? And that 40 foot ladder on the side of our house, adorned by weeds, I really thought it would become a permanant yard fixture. Who actually uses a 40 foot ladder?......a fire man...the guy who works on the electric lines, neither of which are professions of my husband. But he did swing that mega ladder around the house, to get on the roof to de-winterize the swamp cooler. Yet another thing he can do. He is amazing. I am not sure what good deeds I did in life to deserve such a wonderful person to spend the rest of my life with. But what ever I did, must have been amazing, because that is exactly what he is.....amazing. I am sure he will never read this "girly" blog, but I hope he knows how I feel about him.