I can't even begin to tell you just how many times I've met myself coming and going lately. I feel like this laptop is attached to my lap some days. I'm not complaining because honestly, I love what I'm doing, but these last few weeks have been busy my precious little Diva blog has gotten ignored. And so has my column at WelchOK. And the laundry. And vacuuming....and dusting....however, I did clean the bathroom a few
times because I don't want to have to put up biohazard stickers.
The most time-consuming big news is that The Real Housewives of Oklahoma site is up and running! We seven ladies and Mrs. Robinson (she ain't no lady) are taking Oklahoma and the internet by storm - or at least by a brisk wind and the occasional "rawr". I can't think of a better group to be working with and have huge hopes for what we can accomplish. We have RHOK-out events planned, charity events, field trips, giveaways, guest posting opportunities and of course, lots and lots of blog posts in store. Please bookmark the site and check it daily. You won't ever check in there and find no updated posts for days at a time. We're actually organized over there and it works. Who knew?
Probably the most shocking news is that we Hoovers have actually been going to church. I KNOW! I didn't think that would ever happen again after our rough go of things last summer and months and months of searching for a home, a place we felt comfortable and welcomed from the get-go.
Mom and Pops had been going to Bar-None Cowboy Church for a couple weeks when they started telling us we should give it a try. Now, we're redneck, remember? We're not cowboy. I kept telling her we wouldn't fit in, we'd stick out like a sore thumb. She kept smiling and saying, "Just come visit." We did and folks, we walked in the doors of that Flying Cow Arena that day, to the smell of horses and dust, into a church filled with loving, caring people who were genuinely glad we were there. We have never felt a moment's unease and judging is just something not done there. While it's technically a "cowboy" church, it's not just for cowboys. All sorts of people from all walks of life are there and worshipping God in a way I have never experienced. It's not fancy and like the pastor has said several times, "You know it's a cowboy church because when the service is over we pick up more spit cups than we do coffee cups."
Easter Sunday our baby girl, Kady, accepted Jesus Christ into her heart as her personal Savior and was baptized the following week. The week of her baptism, my nephew went forward for salvation and was baptized last Sunday. God is working a wondrous healing in our home, in Paul's and my marriage, in our family. My husband who had to be bribed, cajoled and begged to go to church before is now the one hurrying us out the door on Sunday mornings AND Wednesday nights. Praise God!
I am working closely with my favorite Bow Lady in getting her website up and running. While I'm enjoying the playing around on the site (Much thanks to With a Southern Flair for the design) I'm enjoying the phone calls and visits with Debbie while we get things going. There's nothing in the world like a good friend.
There are 19 school days until the kids are out for the summer!
We decided to scrap our Disney World Christmas plans and instead of scraping and doing without and blowing all of our savings at the end of the year on one big trip, to instead take some smaller trips a little closer to home this summer and work on building our savings. Babysitting for a teacher has lots of perks, the biggest being SUMMER VACATION.
I know this post has been somewhat lacking, especially after such a hiatus, but now you're somewhat caught up and just keep checking back. I'll eventually figure out which way is up, how to manage all my writing projects better and earn that "Best Rural Blog" title.
Really. Please don't leave. I'll cry.
In the meantime, go check out today's RHOK post - it's about 'possum. And how big of a