Blog, Decorating

Farmhouse Style Bedroom🌿

As each child grows up and moves out, things change. Our twenty one year old got a promotion and moved out of state, leaving his bedroom vacant and empty. I thought about options for the room: office, storage, padded room…just kidding, but decided we needed it to stay a bedroom available for when our adult child needed to rest their head at home.

Having only one daughter out of eight children, everything in my home is made out of wood, leather or metal. Finding something fragile in this house is difficult. Having lived by the unspoken rule of “no breakables around here,” I decided a sweet little white room was needed.

I called my son, and told him I had a job for him to do…painting and carpet removal. He happily accepted the challenge, and worked hard on these tasks.

I ❤️ my son, and I feel blessed to have spent this redecorating time with him.

Here are the finished pictures of his labors:

We turned the closet into a “grandchild apartment!” Trucks in the toy box, kitchen on the wall.


The Bank

I was seven months pregnant, with my first child, and my husband and I were completely broke. We were seniors in college, he was working at Half Acre Gym and I had just quit working in the athletic directors office. Being pregnant and having to daily smell sweat was rough. During my sixth month of pregnancy, my parents had offered to cover the $250 I had been making a month, so I wouldn’t have to work during the rest of my pregnancy and my senior year. With bills, rent ($500/mo.), food, doctor bills, etc., money was tight.

One month, we came to a point of having no money. My husband called his father, and he agreed to send us $100 to help us get through the rest of the month. Our parents had been very supportive of us during college, and I will always be grateful to both of our parents. We waited for the check to come, and it did. My husband told me it would take 24 hours for the check to clear, so he would take it to our bank, deposit it, and tomorrow morning we could go withdraw the funds.

The next morning, we drove to the bank, got out of the car, and went inside. Usually, my husband took care of all our money issues, but he had me go up to the teller and begin the process of withdrawing the money. I filled out the withdrawal slip, got out my drivers license, and handed them to the teller. She looked at me and then at my husband. She got on her computer and then quietly told me we had insufficient funds for that withdrawal. I was sure she was mistaken, and told her my husband had come in yesterday with the check from his father, and he’d deposited the money. We had waited the 24 required hours…according to what my husband had told me, and now the money should be available to us. My husband abruptly left the bank and got into our car. The teller gently reached across the counter, grabbed my hands and told me my husband had cashed the check the night before. She had been the teller to assist him. I couldn’t believe this. I had tears streaming down my face, and felt completely humiliated. Why would he lie to me? Why would he make me go through all of this? What had he done with the money? To this day, I still don’t know where the money went, how he had spent it, and he never told me.I don’t think this was the first time I felt like I had been hit with a lightening bolt in our relationship, but it might have been the biggest one up to that point. I felt maimed, like a wounded animal. Would I ever be able to trust him? I was pregnant and 21 years old. What could I do?

It is 28 years later, and I am now Brian’s wife. When my husband, Brian, goes to the bank, he checks to see what I need. “Honey, can I get you some cash for the week?” He is authentically honest. He doesn’t try to hide money from me, he shares everything he has with me, and he would never think about placing me in a humiliating situation.There were many years that a bank represented discomfort for me. Even now, I feel uneasy when I have to go to the bank. Fortunately for me, I have been blessed with an honest husband who understands this quirk.

An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips. Proverbs 24:26

Blog, Garage Sale Treasures

Treasures found!

I’ve been so busy lately, that I kept wondering when my relaxing summer was going to start. Well…it started today with one of my favorite summer activities…garage sales with my man!

Some Saturdays, we return with a new book or tool, full bellies from breakfast at Eggingtons, and totally relaxed. This Saturday, we returned with sturdy patio furniture, an early 1960’s tv console, and an amazing photograph of a Texas Longhorn bull. Our total…$15.50!!!!

After purchasing new cushions for the patio furniture, polishing the tv console, and still needing a wooden frame for my new photograph, I feel garage sale content. For those of you who don’t garage sale, it is rare to be garage sale content. Usually, you have this nagging feeling you’ve missed a treasure or two.

It is now 8:33 on Saturday night, and I have no garage sale remorse…just contentment!


If You Don’t Kiss Me Now…I Think I’m Going to Throw Up! 💋


If you don’t kiss me now, I think I’m going to throw up.  These words were spoken about a minute after I met Brian for the first time.  I know what you’re thinking…what on earth?  Let me start from the beginning…

I had just gotten divorced in December, and it was March.  I was feeling sad for my children, but finally free.  I was making my own decisions, had more money in the bank than I’d had in the last 24 years because my ex husband wasn’t taking it all, and I was making my own decisions.  The last thing I needed was another man in my life.  During lunch one day, my friend and coworker, Susie, said I should meet the nicest man she and her husband had ever met.  He was divorced, and had four children.  Four children!!!  I had four children.  Was she crazy?  I must have been the crazy one, because we looked up his Facebook picture, and I said ok.  It took everything in me to “Friend” him because I had only had two boyfriends in my lifetime.  By friending him, I might actually like him and then have to go on a date with him.  I didn’t know how to date!  I had married my junior high boyfriend.  I had no idea what we would talk about until I noticed my younger cousin’s picture in HIS Facebook high school reunion pictures.  As I looked at more of his pictures, I noticed that he had grown up in Worland, and had gone to high school with her.  Wait a minute…that meant he was younger than me.  I had always envisioned myself with someone older.  After doing the math, I realized he was 2.7 years younger than me.  UGH!

After Brian “friended” me back, we started to text one another which led to talking on the phone.  I loved his voice and sense of humor.  He made me feel at ease.  We still hadn’t met one another and so we decided to go for a drive.  I would meet him at a designated location, and then we would get in his truck and go for a drive.  I was SO nervous!  What if he didn’t like me?  What if I didn’t like him?

I got in my car, drove to our designated spot, and waited.  He pulled up, I got out of my car, got into his truck and said, “Am I what you pictured?”  He grinned at me and said, “You look great.”  As we started to drive, I looked at him and said without thinking, “You’d better kiss me before I throw up.”  WHAT had just come out of my mouth???  He looked at me with the biggest grin and said, “Ok,” and gave me the best kiss I’d EVER had!  All I could say was “I liked that.  Can we do that again?”  WHAT was wrong with me????  Again he said, “You bet,” and gave me an even better kiss than before!  Right then and there, I knew this man was special.  He didn’t make fun of me or take advantage of me.  He treated my innocence and vulnerability with tenderness.  I had only kissed two other boys in my life.  This man kissed me like I had never been kissed.

This man treated me like I had NEVER been treated.  Only six weeks later, I was told that a lump had been found in my breast, and I needed to have a biopsy.  My first thought was to tell Brian that we should stop seeing one another because he had already lost his first wife, and didn’t need a girlfriend who might possibly be sick.  He lovingly told me, “I’m not going any where.”  Not only did he not go anywhere, but held my hand during the ultrasound, and took me to the hospital for my biopsy.

A week later, after sitting in a urologist’s office being told my son had cancer, I said the same thing I had said to him only a few weeks earlier…”we should probably break up because I’m going to be focusing on my son,” and he again replied, “I’m not going anywhere.”  My ex husband went golfing during my son’s surgery.  Brian talked to the doctors, sat with me and my son before the surgery, stayed with me during the surgery, and then took my son and me home from the hospital.  He didn’t go anywhere.  He stayed by my side, and my son’s side through the whole thing.  He was there during the chemo, went with us on my son’s Make a Wish trip, and made sure we always had everything we needed.  When my son needed a car, he bought him a car.  When my daughter needed a job to support her children, he gave her one,  He took care of my children and loved them as his own.  When my youngest asked him to adopt him, he said, “Yes,” because he already loved him as his own.

More than five years have passed, and during that time, Brian hasn’t gone anywhere.  He is always by my side…during the happy times, during the sad times, always there.  I will always be grateful to my crazy friend, Susie for thinking Brian and I would be great together.  More importantly, I am thankful that God had a plan for me, Brian, and our family.

Today, when I see my husband walk into a room, all I can think about is kissing his face, and I don’t even feel like throwing up anymore.

Brian and Heather



Granny’s Little Farm Kitchen 🐄


The second I saw it, I knew it belonged in my home.  My daughter had scoured garage sales and bought many wonderful pieces for a play kitchen for me, knowing that I wanted to one day have a play kitchen.  The cupboard was green with red knobs.  That would have to change.  My son, Garrett, carried it to my car.  It was mine.  Now to paint it.  No wondering what color it would be…white!

I had to add burners and a little sink.  I found two wooden disks at Hobby Lobby and a small pan at Salvation Army.  No faucet found, so maybe later.  I 🖤🖤🖤 the final product!

I’m pretty sure my little people will enjoy their farm kitchen.