My first blog!

Wow, I'm finally starting a blog! I've wanted to do this for a long time, but my lack of computer skills kept me from the "try something new" phase I'm suppose to be experiencing at this stage of my life. Whoever said "learning new things at 47 is hard" was right! First off, why am I doing a blog? Well, I'm married to a farmer, I only have one child left in the nest, and quite frankly, I'm home alone a lot and find myself laughing or talking with myself because basically, nobody is here to hear me. So, I'm starting a blog to share my days with you.

I suppose I should start with a "background check" so you all know who, and what the heck I'm all about!

I live in the Midwest, and I'm married to Mac, who happens to be the busiest man I know. He's a workaholic, who loves his job, and best part, he loves me. He manages lots of land, milks cows, and only gets about 3 days off a month. But who am I to complain, I get to stay home and "eat bonbons" as he likes to tell people, never mind he has a warm breakfast and hot supper on most days. But yes, my life is quite comfortable.
My theory is, get all your "chores" done in the morning, and spend the rest of the day sipping hot tea and reading a great novel, or have a Netflix marathon.

We got married in 1998, and the butterflies have been in my tummy ever since.
Enough about him, the kids. I have a 25 year old daughter, Jessica, who just moved to Milwaukee, and teaches 4th grade. I have another daughter, Megan. She just got married a few weeks ago, and tries to live my life. She married a farmer, does a lot of baking and cooking, but unfortunately she can't stay at home and eat bonbons. She works in a Hospice type company and helps people. Nice girl! Then after the girls I had a son. His name was Thomas. He was diagnosed with brain cancer at the age of 4, after numerous tumors that began at the age of 2. He passed away at 6 years old. I'll forever be changed from that, and I will get into that sometimes, not to be depressing, but I feel its those experiences in life that transform us into who we are meant to be. My heart aches every day from that loss.
Last but certainly not least, I have Noah. He's a 12 year old boy who is my whole world. He has developed his father's sense of humor and sometimes I wonder if that's a good thing or bad. He, is the last of the kids living in this crazy house. We have so much fun with him, I can relate to the mother's who have only one child now, and its quite nice. But, I like to remind people, I did the 3 small kids at one time "phase", and also dealt with a very sick child along with it, so I've been there, just now its much easier. Noah spends every day at the farm in the summer, which is where I live, RIGHT ON THE FARM. Yep, tractors going by, poop wagons going by, and milk truck driving in, all of it. Its loud, smelly, and wonderful all at the same time. 
During the school year, I spend almost 13 hours a week driving to and from his private school, so my life is spent in a car during the school year. That's my "job" as Mac likes to say.