Wow I too now have a blog...I have arrived

Well hello everyone,

I feel like I have finally entered the 21st century. Chris has been really into Journals lately so I've been thinking about trying to figure out blogging so I could kind of start too. That way, it's a record and it's a way of keeping our friends and family up on what it happening here. That's me, always multitasking.

I guess I should catch you all up. Chris still at the cop shop, me still mostly home with a couple of part-time and on call gigs with the radio thing a few times a week, Steph is 7 and in second grade, Tay is 5 and in Kindergarten and Zach is 4 and doing the pre-school thing. We just moved into a new home around the corner from our old one. It's beautiful but still growing on me. I think it makes me feel too grown up or something.

Kids are good and very excited for Christmas. The girls made out their Christmas lists today. I think I've gotten everything they've asked for pretty much wrapped up already, so that made me happy. Steph didn't even ask for a Wii like she had a few months ago and am very happy about that, as they are very hard to get a hold of. She also has finally given up on asking for an RV like she was over the summer. Yes, a recreational vehicle, RV. We visited Bear Lake over the summer and my Aunt Carol and Uncle Larry have a summer home there with their RV that they use to travel back and forth to their winter home in AZ. It is huge and must have been the coolest thing Steph had ever seen, because after that she kept asking when we could get one. I told her we didn't have that kind of money just now (mostly like not ever) so she decided she'd take the burden off Chris and I and ask Santa for one instead. I tried to tactfully explain that Santa only brought RV's to older retired people like Carol and Larry. This satisfied her momentarily until she decided to ask my mom to ask for one since she is old and retired.....
Tay just wants Barbie stuff. She loves to play dolls and dress them up and pretend they are having an "episode" (like a TV show) and they act everything out. She is going to be a very talented director and producer someday I'm sure. We were in Costco the other day (just her and I which was weird) and they have a huge box of Barbie Clothes and shoes. She saw some lady with the box in her basket and spent the rest of our trip there stalking the lady so she could get another look at all that Barbie stuff. She'll also be a great stalker someday? Zach hasn't said much, he just wants trucks and trailers as usual, a pretty easy to please kid. He is such a Christmas boy though. All of his favorite movies are Christmas oriented with the exception of Sandlot. His absolute favorite now is the Polar Express. Wants to watch it everyday. I guess it could be worse. The old Heber Creeper does a "Polar Express" run every year that takes you to the "north pole", picks up Santa and you get to visit with him and drink hot chocolate and eat cookies on the way back. Pretty pricey for the whole family, so we didn't get to do it this year (with the new house and stuff, money is a bit tight) but maybe next year. Hopefully it will still be as cool to him.

Chris and I decided earlier today that we both hate his job and we are going to sell everything we own and move somewhere warm as transients. What is funny about that is I feel pretty serious about it. He's soooo sick of patrol and can't seem to get transferred anywhere else. The Narcotics team wants him but that scares me...everything scares me but I think I hate that the most. He doesn't really like it either, but at least it is something different then he as been doing the last 8 years. I keep feeling this gnawing in my stomach to get out of debt but quitting your job isn't usually the best way to do that. Selling everything sounds better and better by the minute. We just need to move to some small town, preferably in a warm climate that has a very low cost of living and high wage for police officers...I think that is called "Nevergonnahappenland", but I'm open to suggestions.

I just had a wonderful anniversary and birthday and am looking forward to Christmas. I'm excited for the new year and afraid of it at the same time....it feels like something big is coming. I don't know what but I feel something. I hope it is more good then bad. Trying to keep the faith that whatever doesn't kill me will make me stronger. I like the stronger part, just don't like the killing part so much....we'll see.