Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to the best Dad in the world! We love you Daddy!

My Coal Miner

This song describes how I feel about my wonderful Doug and his job is over the summer-always at that Coal Mine, and I just can't wait for that whistle to blow for my coal miner to come home...Especially tonight because tomorrow is Sunday which means I get My Dougie all day!

Whats Keeping Me Up at Night?

That would be Mr. Hansen. Those of you who know the Hansens might have heard of some of their funny sleep talking/walking stories that keep us all laughing through family dinners; however it was not until I actually married a Hansen that I got to experience these stories first hand. Doug and I have been married almost 2 years now and I have seen my fair share of crazy/funny night occurences. I've seen him punch the air so violently in his sleep like his in a burly brawl, wave his arms around like swards, laugh histarically, mumble senslessly (almost everynight), sit straight up in bed looking for something...and my personal favorite the day he must've fell so deep asleep when we were taking a NAP together (while we lived in hawaii) that he woke up suddenly swung me off our bed, jumped on top of me and started mumbling "CANE CCCCANE SPIDER-CEILING!" (which in hawaii are spiders as big as your hand!) Ilooked up to a blank white ceiling, startled I started trying to clarify what was going on...5 minutes into the studders and the "wait...wait...wait..." he definitely started to wake up and realized he was dreaming up the whole thing. So why do I bring this up now, you might ask...well because these last few weeks have been exceptionally active sleeping weeks for doug and I thought these events were worth mentioning. Now I can't remember the exact days so we will call them: Night 1, Night 2 etc:

NIGHT 1: Doug starts patting his leg and yells "Come here Boy! Come here boy!" -over and over like he is calling over a dog. After laughing, I said "doug you're dreaming." He mumbled something at me and turned over.
NIGHT 2: Doug mumbles in his sleep for a good 5 minutes...me trying to figure out what he's saying finally asks "what are you saying?" - he turns over and says "Nothing!" -next morning - no recollection whatsoever
NIGHT 3: Doug laughs histarically...it makes me laugh...still does thinking about it. I say, "whats so funny?" he mumbles something and turns over.
NIGHT 4: Doug goes through is alarm sales pitch word for word. I am a light sleeper, I woke up at the knock/"hi my name is doug I am here with platinum protection" and stayed silently laughing listening to him doing it word for word, even putting in his fake laughs and waitin for customer response. Poor guy, such a hard worker...I eventually woke him up from this nightmare. . .he mumbled something at me and then turned over
NIGHT 5: Doug screams! I tell him he's having a nightmare...he mumbles something at me and turns over.
NIGHT 6: I wake up to a knocking/scratching sound...What??? Doug is crawling his hand up the wall-knocking/tapping-then scratching his fingers down...and repeating over and over again. Creepy I know. Don't worry I quickly grabbed his hand, told him to stop, he mumbled something and turned over.

Keep in mind every morning I ask him about the previous night...he has no idea what i'm talking about, no idea what he could've been dreaming about, and no recollection of the even whatsoever...Every night is a new adventure for me. Atleast I'll have lots of stories for the next family dinner!

Sunday happy day

Those of you who know about summer sales know how hard our men work. All day 6 days a week...so when Sundays come around, we cherish those days oh we certainly do. Whether they are a day of simple relaxation or an activity day since its the one day our boys get to get out and play...either way we wives cherish the hours, minutes, and seconds spent with our husbands on Sunday. Last Sunday, my wonderful husband and I went to New Smyrna Beach with a group of our friends out here (which I just found out has the highest rate of SHARK ATTACKS in all of Florida!!! Why didn't I know this before!) Even though we encountered thunder and lightening storms, it didn't stop the boys from playing in the water or sand, or  the girls from having a fabulous time. We laughed at how, no matter how old our husbands seem to get whenever they are in a group together they act like they are little boys at a slumber party! Point in case - 5 grown men together at the beach = 1 huge hole dug - pretending to look for buried treasure! This Sunday Doug and I went and rode the world's tallest Sling Shot. This is exactly what it sounds like, you are harnessed in, catapulted back, and then slung into high heaven. It was a rush and I am glad I did it...But I unlike Doug,  did not feel the need to do it 3 times in a row - he is a little bit of a adrenaline junky. Thats why I love him..he gets me to step out of my box...sometimes :) Till next Sunday...

The boys and their treasure hole

Doug was the scraper/smoother

30 seconds of this and Doug's calf muscle started to cramp he started screaming and needed our friend Jeff to pull him out. It was a funny scene, even though he was in pain.

Our Sunday Ride!

New Summer Romance

Thanks to a few helpful hints from some friends out here, this delightful chocoloate spread is my newest obsession. I love it on strawberries, apples, and my absolute favorite refrigerated bananas! It is the perfect summertime indulgence if you ask me. I recently tried chocolate crescents by placing a dollup of nutella in the center of a pillsbury crescent roll and then cooking it according to the package directions...sinfully delicious!!! I can't get enough of it and urge all of you to get some and try it! Enough said.

HOGWARTS!

I am off on the magical adventure of the Harry Potter Saga...Well I am actually in the middle of it. I am almost done with the 3rd book now, and it is my goal to get through the 6th book before the movie leaves the theaters. After much prodding from friends, I started the series from the beginning and have been lost in the world of wizardry ever since. Can I just tell you that when I read in the books about this magical school, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy all over like its Christmas there all the time, like the feasts in the Great Hall with the enchanted decorations, magical appearing food, PUMPKIN JUICE(which for some reason always sounds so yummy,floating candles lighting the entire hall and Dumbledore's twinkling eyes. I find myself yearning to shuffle through the halls of the giant haunted castle going to herbology and charms class, dodging prankster ghosts, and climbing through portraits to get to my dormitory where there is a huge crackling fire always burning. All in all it is simply an enchanting place and I wish I were a witch (which sounds a little darker then a wizard but that is just the girl form of a wizard in harry potter world) so that I could attend Hogwarts. This is just how I get when I read though, totally lost in dreamland...now I wish I were a witch...months ago when reading the twilight series, I wished I were a vampire. Lets just hope I don't read a book about the life and times of Ogres or something. So if you see me scuddling around in a thick red robe and wand in hand, pay no mind, for it is just me pretending and dreaming I was a witch at Hogwarts.

Amazing!

My sister-in-law Camille put this on her blog and I absolutely fell in love with it. It just made me so happy and hope that it will do the same for all of you! Please enjoy "Love story meets Viva la Vida."