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When I was 10 my parents built a new house. It was a great house, big and roomy, huge basement to play in and roller skate in as a preteen, play pool in as a teenager, big enough for the much needed teenager privacy. My parents owned it until after my brother graduated college and I got married. They made sure we were both not coming home again when they decided to sell. And it was a huge decision for them to make. And one they backed out of a few times before they decided to go for it and downsize.

Now eight years later that house is for sale for the second or third time. Being nosey I went and looked it up online and looked at all the pictures and took the virtual tour. It was so disappointing. Nothing in that house is the same as it was when we lived there. Not even the backyard.

I don't know what I expected but definitely not what I saw. And I was upset. Until today...... My husband and I bought our house just about a year ago. Since then we have created a long list of things we want to change both inside and outside. We have started some of the things and this week I have finally started tackling the backyard. That is when it hit me...what is one person's likes and styles is another person's to do list to fix. I love our new house but I want to make it mine. And that is all the people who bought "my" old house did too. And I bet the people who owned this house before us would be upset with some if not all of the changes we make.

That Man of Mine

My husband is not a perfect man. No man is thankfully. And many times I will freely admit my husband has faults and I may even find a few for you. But my husband is the love of my life. Not only that he is my best friend. When we first met it was very easy for me to see myself falling in love with him. He was kind, helpful, friendly and great with the little boy I was a nanny for. He held his cool in an emergency and calmed this crazy girl down who was trying hard not to panic and not succeeding. Oh an he put up with my bossy, know it all attitude. :X The past few weeks he has been put out by me and my inability to do anything (darned appendix removal). He has picked up and done everything around here: laundry, groceries taking care of Bo-Bo and the cat, meals and driving to daycare. All while handling his own job and needs; not to mention my care. Has he griped and complained? Oh yes, but he does it ( and does it well, for that matter too) and in the process lets our son and I know we are loved and cared for. All in all that is what matters, right? Being loved and cared for. My husband does that for us in all of his quirky ways. He loves us and we love him.

Introduction

Hi, I am Amy. 34 happily married and mom to a very active almost 4 yr old boy. I am a school teacher in Connecticut. I work in the inner-city and live in the burbs. LOL
My blog title goes to one of my mother and my favorite says..."Life is to short to worry about hte wrinkles in your jeans." A great saying and one I forget about a lot and I tend to over-worry just a tad much. I an so excited that spring is almost here and hope to start using my cameras(digital and 35 mm) a lot more to take shots of family but try my hand at some artsy shots as well.