I haven't given up on the whole blogging thing, at least not yet. I've been awfully busy moving, or at least starting to. The problem is: Ruth and I are moving to the ranch house, which was my parent's house. And unfortunately my mom was (and to a slightly lesser extent my dad is) a terrible pack-rat. To make matters worse, my aunt, uncle, grandfather, great-uncle, & etc. (all relatives on my mom's side, cancer causing genes are a little less fun than a barrel of monkeys aren't they) were all pack-rats and died within the past ten years. Well, guess where all that stuff ended up. Yep in my parents and my house. Now with my mom's death it has become Ruth's and my job to clean out my parent's house (my dad has moved into temporary accommodations until he can build a new smaller cabin for himself, but thats a blog entry all its own). Of course our old house is already over-stuffed and we have to try to shoe-horn as much as we can into the one house, which as taking all my time lately and most of my energy. I am excited though, because our new house will be bigger and more modern, and overall a lot nicer once we get some things fixed up. Another plus is that we will no longer have a thirty-five mile commute, especially in winter it'll be nice to be able to get up and go strait to feeding the cows rather than fighting the icy and snowy roads.
In other news, Ruth's pregnancy is going very well, the doctor said that everything looks good. She has a fair amount of queasiness, but no actual vomiting type morning sickness. She also has some interesting mood swing that keep me on my toes, but I just try to be nice and stay out of her way during the aggression and provide a shoulder to cry on during the sadness. I won't subject you, my nearly non-existent readers to the ultrasound photos yet, but maybe later when they actually show something more recognizable.