Monthly Archives: August 2012

I’ve noticed that through this experience, there are certain mile stones that track time in our lives.  The first time I noticed this was when I had to re-fill the cat’s automatic feeder.  The cat has an automatic feeder for … Continue reading →

Got some news on Friday that is making us think we may not get this house the “easy” way.  If living in our camper for six (nearly seven) weeks is the “easy” way, I don’t know if I’m up for … Continue reading →

Last night marked 6 full weeks itn the camper.  I thought we would at least by now have a closing date on the house, but no such luck.  I am a “Type A” personality, so living like this is very … Continue reading →

Yesterday, I suffered through one of the most horrible experiences of this experience.  I think I may suffer from PTSD when we are through this because of things like what happened yesterday.  I don’t know if I can get through … Continue reading →

This is our third house restoration and I’ve discovered that there are many odors that go along with old house projects.  Some identifiable, some not so much.  All old homes have a very similar odor when they are vacant.  It’s … Continue reading →

We still haven’t heard anything on the house.  It is an extremely frustrating experience.  We are living at the house in our camper and looking longingly at it, but not able to do anything to it yet.  Tomorrow will be … Continue reading →

The farm house has another house on the property that burned down a while back.  The other night, I walked out by that house to show the youngest the hay bale picker-uper truck thingie (technical term) and heard a hissing … Continue reading →

In town, we had a guy who came once a week and cleaned up the dog doo out of the yard.  For $5 per week (per dog), he would come clean up the yard and take the poo with him! … Continue reading →

At one of the Disney parks in Florida, there used to be a ride called “Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride”.  I’m not sure if it’s still there, but I believe it was based on The Wind in the Willows.  It was … Continue reading →