I keep having dreams about my family. We all meet together in one place, have a great time, laugh, catch up, and then everybody has to go their separate ways and I feel like I will never see them again.
I really miss my family. Especially when I hear that half of them have been in a seriously disturbing car accident where they have been hit by a drunk driver and I am not there to help and see for myself that they are all, indeed, alright.
And it doesn't help when you hear from your mom, "I try not to tell you how much I miss you...but I really miss you!" Heart. Breaking.
I love my family. And I love that the older I get, the more opportunity I have to become closer to all of them. I don't want to lose that. So I have come up with a simple solution: We all must live within 100 miles of each other when and if the transitional period in all of our lives finally ends.
I know that McKay and I are where we are supposed to be and we are happy here. But it is a lonely thing to be without family. And it is a loss that I truly hope is only temporary.

The Boys

While they can totally drive me crazy at times, I must admit that my puppies were a good investment of time, love, rent deposits... they make me happy. Sam especially. I think because we have history. I got Sam when McKay was working a lot and I was getting really lonely at home. He's my buddy. He has this sixth sense when I'm sad. He comes running in the room, sits about two inches from my face and looks at me like, "Are you okay?!"
Winston is the funniest little dog ever. His tail never stops wagging.
"Good boy, Winston! You went potty outside!" (Tail wags)
"NO, Winston! No chewing on shoes!" (Tail wags)
"Winston! Stop pulling Sammy's hair!" (That's not a joke)
And does anyone else talk to their dogs in complete sentences? The other night we were at my sister-in-laws and we brought the boys. Sam grabbed his chew stick and jumped up on the couch. I explained to him that there was no chewing on the couch and to please get down. So he jumped down. My sister-in-law thought it was the weirdest thing ever that I explained something to him instead of saying "SAMMY. DOWN." I guess I didn't realize that wasn't normal.
Anyway, I don't have kids, so I post pictures of my dog. Think of me what you will.

Moving Day...

Was about three weeks ago, but this is the first time I've had access to a computer since then. We're now official Beavertonites. Oregonians. What have you. The trip was long, but I was SO glad that mom and dad came along. They were heaps of help and it was fun to have them here. Sad to see them go...
It's a little strange being out here on our own, but we'll get used to it, I suppose. And the 70 degree summers. I can definitely get used to that.