The End of January

This calls for a true celebration! I was thinking about how many times I have subjected myself to this Hell and this was my 8th January. I can not believe it! To be specific, I can't believe that I am still somewhat sane and I have family and friends that still speak to me. Kurt is amazing. He has been part of this adventure since the beginning. The first January we were dating. The second. . . newly married and on and on it goes. Although, January nearly kills me off every year it always seems like a good time for me to really analyze what makes me tick. I truly hate January (I think it has gotten worse each year) but in some messed up way I get a thrill from the pressure and stress that come with the month. I know I have proven myself for the last seven years but this is just another chance for me to prove (to myself and no one else) that I can do this. I thrive in this type of environment. I make crazy, almost unrealistic goals and then I kill myself to meet them. My goals are almost always the same . . . have everything out on time (making for some long days and all weekends), no errors, and to be happy with what I have achieved. I love the kick butt feeling I get at the end of the month, when it is over and I have survived. I am truly a sick sick person!

Sledding

This last week Kurt, Draven, Doug, Jen (my brother and his wife) and I all went sledding. It was Drave's first time sledding and he was a little unsure at first but he really enjoyed it after the first few runs.

Drave's first run - he is just a little unsure!

Now that is pure joy - tongue hanging out and everything.

Kurt, Draven and I

Doug, Jen, Draven and Chloe

I was so happy to get out since we haven't done much in the last couple of weeks. With my insane January work schedule and limited activity orders from my doctor there hasn't been much excitement to write about.

The Beginning

So, I have wanted to start my own blog since my good friend, Kelly, moved to Iowa and started hers. I think it is a great way to keep in touch with those that you don't get to see as often as you would like.

Coming up with the name for our blog took a little thought, but then it became apparent that we would have to name it The Rashall Family Adventures. The reasoning behind this name is that I call everything an adventure. Whether it be a true adventure, a trial, something I don't really want to do. . . anything and everything in my book is an adventure. I guess it is my way of making everything sound more appealing and fun. "Come on, it will be an adventure!" seems to often end up being my famous last words.