The time has come...

Well this time tomorrow I will probably be "somewhere in middle America, getting right to the heart of matters, its the heart that matters more..."sorry I couldnt resist the counting crows shout out there. That song will without a doubt get some play time on the road trip to Minnesota, its a given. Right around the Illinois/Wisconsin area is where I always think of this song, even though its clearly about Omaha. Anyway, we will pack up our things into the trailer this evening and head out first thing in the morning with Schmale as my copilot. She is getting a new home in Minnesota, as Dwight and Janna offered to keep her up north (4 hours north of Minneapolis on Lake Superior). I think she will dig the snow, and if she doesn't well, yeah she doesn't really have a choice at this point.



This has been a crazy few week, as I got to go to the dawgs opener a few weeks back, to see them pull out a lopsided victory, sadly the trend didn't continue with Spurrier in town. Then we had a BD party for Isaiah Grace. Good times.
Thankfully the Bedingfields opened up their home again for a 1 year old throw down for our girl. Then of course we were commissioned at Riverstone on Sunday. God has been so faithful along the way, and we are blessed.







Tonight we are having my last supper at La Parilla on Cedarcrest/41. If you are so inclined please come and have some grub. Chips and Salsa and waters are on me, no really its something I want to do. I know its late notice but you can make it.