New Home...New Baby...LOL.

Lucky the cat came with our new "manufactured" home. No, we did not get her as a "free with purchase" gift. She was literally, in the bottom packed up in the insulation. Mr. Chad and his dad heard her meowwwwing and looked until they found her...well, they found her feet...and then the rest of her...

Our theory is that the momma cat was moving them before the house was delivered and he was not fortunate enough to get moved...or he was the only one to survive the ride to the property. (We like to think it was the first scenario, the latter seems so sad.) Hence, the name lucky, though...LOL.

With everything going on, Mr. Chad and I wanted to keep the kitten but knew it would be hard b/c she needed so much attention. So we turned to his mother and she was searching for boxes, blankets, eye droppers, etc. before we even said anything. It was such a sweet surprise to find this kitten. Old Wives' Tale...new house-new baby, right???

Right now, this is about as "new" baby as I can get...b/c the 2 I have are trying to slowly kill me with their split personalities..."Mom, tell Claudia to leave me alone"..."Mom, Sister is touching me"..."Mom, I'll read to her"..."Mom, I'll give Sister one of my webkinz, so that she can have one, too."....Folks, this is what happens when you're children are 6 years apart; it's love one minute and loathing the next...but it is, also, the sweetest emotion to experience...to watch them grow together...

Do cats or animals, in general, have these emotions? Does this kitten miss her momma? Does the momma realize that she has lost a kitten. Something to ponder on a slow day...I'll continue to watch lucky grow...and feel "lucky" that I get to watch mine grow.

TTFN,
Ms. Christy :o)

Home Sweet (Manufactured) Home

OK, so it turns out that Dale Earnhardt, Jr.'s "starter" home was a glorified double-wide...woo-hoo, we now have more than just NASCAR in common. I am not a big supporter of the buy-a-home, pull it to a piece of property kinda gal, but when you love someone...you'd just about live in a cardboard box to be with them. This manufactured home is beautiful. It has 5 bedrooms, 3 baths, fireplace, etc...but absolutely no resale value...which is fine with Mr. Chad b/c he will NEVER resale it...LOL. I laugh, but I am not kidding.

My dream is to build my own home. I want to be with it from the time they lay the first block or pour the first concrete footer to the time they put the last outlet cover on...and I want to think that it is not just a dream.

Don't get me wrong. My house growing up was nothing like this...I should have been so lucky.

He and I kind of came to an agreement, though. I will make decisions on the inside (Hello, Silk Purse!) and he will make decisions for the outside (Hello, Home Depot!)...and one day--maybe...I will still get to BUILD my dream home. We won't tell him, but there is no maybe, we're just letting him think that...

This bad boy "manufactured" home will be paid off in 5 years and that's the best thing about it! Will your house be paid off in 5 years?...LOL.

:o) Mrs. CbB

Summertime

I've always heard man must have 2 things to live...yeah, I agree!

New Stationery CBB...or bCb...Mrs.Boyd?

Oh my, how grown up we are now...LOL. Thank yous must go out, eventually, and I like "little notes" that just say thank you across the front and Hallmark on the back, but the wedding ones must say Christy and Chad Boyd (which I LOVE...LOL). With all that said, it also means that I must have new "personal" stationery, as well.

This may not seem like a great dilemma to you, but I'm truly thinking W.W.KR.D? (What would Kathy Randall do?)

I've designed like 4 different ones and I think the above will have to do. I guess my biggest question is should I put Mrs. before my name or just put my "new" married name. I am, finally, OK with being "the wife of" someone, and good thing too, b/c he wants me to be Mrs. Boyd...LOL. How old school is that?

Anyway, must order...now if I can just remember my new address...LOL.

:o) Mrs. Christy Buettner Boyd

pics from slide show...that I am working on...LOL.

My father-in-law, Roger and My Mother-in-law, Carolyn.
Carolyn with my Mother, Gwen.
Our beautiful, little flowergirl--Jordyn Blair.
My "always" goofy brother, Jamie.
Jordyn, Claudia, and Cass.

more pics as they come in...LOL

Me, walking up the steps to the church.

My beautiful flowers...made by Stanley at Home Town Florist in Whitesburg, KY. They were PERFECT!!!!

My "french fry", C2--My sister-in-law, Jamie--my undeniable favorite 15 year old, Catarina.

There's No Place Like Home...

Sometimes, I think I repeat myself on here. I try going back to make sure that I haven't, but there are a few things in life that we, as humans, tend to "harp" on...and my return home to the "mountains" appears to be one I have to defend on occasion, or maybe I'm not defending it...maybe I'm trying to convince myself. I am not sure-yet!...LOL.


We all know, or should, that I wanted to live in a NYC brownstone, but as of June 21st, I accepted the fact that it will never occur. I'm OK with that, b/c what i gave up--is something I assumed would be awesome and perfect and where Ross and Rachel would be my neighbors...for what I have now that really IS. Make sense?

The thought of my husband being in a place with more than 4 lanes of traffic, on a daily basis, is comical, too. You take him off of Rt.7 for more than a week and he loses his bearings...LOL. I fell in love with him though b/c of his true love of where he's from and that he knows and loves who he is...My husband is a verse and a chord of every Montgomery Gentry song...LOL. I wish I was kidding, right now, but I am not. :o)


I have NEVER felt that I belonged somewhere--Heck,anywhere for that matter. I have felt comfortable in many different places, but not like I belonged there. I do not feel that I belong in Eastern Kentucky, but it is now my home, and my home is with Mr. Chad, so maybe it's not a physical, tangible place, but it is a place that I can't describe, yet can now no longer live outside its boundaries.


Remember, Dorothy went to OZ and back only to discover she wanted nothing more than to return to her family. It saddens me to think that it has taken me 35 years to find the meaning of family...Until I fell in love with Mr. Chad, I could have lived anywhere in the world with my girls and been perfectly happy. My only family could have been Catarina and Claudia, and that would have been perfectly fine with me...Oh, and C2, Chris and Cass...the rest of my family. :o)


We all get to this point, though. Right? Where being a millionaire before 40 loses its depth and meaning...and planting a garden and watching it grow, as your children laugh in the back yard, becomes the most important thing in the world. You see the person that you love and that loves you back years from now in a swing with you trying to remember the name of the preacher that married you.


I hope. I pray, I'm finally at peace...that I am home.


...another sunny day
has come and gone away
in Paris and Rome...
but I wanna go home.

-Michael Buble'



Mrs. Chad Anthony Boyd (hee hee hee)