Bases Loaded with One on Deck

Hello Cabela's!

Remember this?  Michael sure does.  Every few months he would ask us to check and see if Cabela's had a "dot" in Georgia yet.  The answer of course was always, and still is "No!"  

When we told him we were going to move to Wisconsin I'm pretty sure the first words out of his mouth were, "Do they have a Cabela's there?"  This time the answer was "Yes!"  And Sunday he FINALLY got to go.

I was all ready to capture his long awaited pilgrimage on camera, but after two photos the camera batteries became exhausted.  I guess that's just as well since Michael spent all his money at the Bass Pro Shops in Nashville, so it's not like we missed his first big Cabela's purchase.  And even though Michael couldn't buy anything, we didn't exactly go home empty handed.  Kent and I picked up one of these so we could make this .  It's stainless steel and holds 2 chickens, so we'll have plenty for company. Just let us know when you want to come!

                     

                  

One Step Closer to Cheesiness

 It's been 10 long months since I posted about our impending move to Wisconsin.  This weekend we finally get to head North.  Marcus (that's the company Kent works for) has graciously offered us a house at their resort in Lake Geneva, which is about an hour outside of Milwaukee.  We will be able to live there until our house here finally sells.  Please keep us in your prayers for safe travels, and if your looking for a great place to vacation this summer, keep us in mind, we'd love to have you!

Blame it on the Scorching Sun!

Back in late June, when I was VERY pregnant, Kent and I decided to take the boys to the pool.  It was hot, I was sweaty, and Kent came to the conclusion that he was finally going to look into the job in Milwaukee.  He had turned it down back in January, seeing as it was 40 below at the time, but in June in Hotlanta, when your pregnant, and hot, and sweaty, 40 below starts to sound nice, and you agree with your husband that he should look into the job in Milwaukee. 

Fast forward to today.  It is January, I am no longer pregnant, and I am freezing my tushy off in 46 degree weather here in not so Hotlanta.  Tomorrow the high in Milwaukee is a big fat o!  ZERO, as in no degrees, not even one!  And to top it all off, it's not even going to feel that warm, when you go outside your body will think it's a cozy eight below.  I could sit in my freezer right now and not get to eight below, I do not want to know what zero feels like, let alone 8 below!    I'm not so sure I want to move there any more! 

I guess there's nothing I can do about it though, so I'm off to make me some hot soup and some hot chocolate, and pray that our house sells in May!