...and they lived happily ever after...

So, yesterday marked five years of us being together, knowing each other, sharing our lives and being the greatest of friends. It was quiet and wonderful, even after a long day of work for him.

Next year on that day, we will be husband and wife and even the thought of it still sends me into fits of giggles. Last night, late we laid in bed talking and I asked him again if he's sure about all of this. Of course, he's sure. There are so much things to consider. So much to do between now and then. And, I'm so hopelessly overwhelmed.

It makes a girl want to just elope.

Soooo much to do! SOOO much to take care of.

Sorry, it's a crazy hectic time and the homestead an in the life in general. Went and did something silly with my job but it was needed. I now have two firm rules in employment:

- no more family owned businesses
- no more working for gimps (harsh but true)

Anyway, I'm in desperate need of redoing this old blog, this template drives me nuts.

Nick had bought me ninth row tickets to see the Police for my birthday, it took a while for these pictures to make it out of the camera due to my work schedule. I had a great time.

The rest are on Flickr.

So, we interrupt this regularly scheduled nothingness to recollect a sweet story. I went crazy this past weekend and bought four pairs of shoes and then last night five more pairs. The four was from the Outlet mall near here, the five were online. I had to get them in different sizes cause I couldn't try them on. Most of those will go back.

Anyway, I have had the same three pairs of shoes for a while and that's really my limit. We have an over the door shoe rack that holds my shoes. If it doesn't fit there, then that's usually it.

But I was running late this morning and so was Nick. I had left one of the new pairs by the stairs and since Blaze has developed a recent penchant for taking my slipper with him all over the house, Nick in his being-late-for-work rush, picked up my new shoes and put it in the one remaining slot in the shoe rack.

It's the small things sometimes with him which is why I stopped in my being-late-for-work rush, looked at the shoe rush and realized for the umpteenth time why I'm in love with him.

Asking him to pick up his socks around the house tho, frequently turns into WWIII. But, we'll work on that.

For the July 4th weekend, a couple friends and us went camping in Rimrock Lake. This lake we found by accident, well the lake was hard to miss, but the campground we found by accident. We went there three times last year and this is the first time this year. It was windy where we were at because the site was up on a bluff, but everyone had tons of fun nonetheless.

The rest of the pics are on my Flickr.