Shut the front door!

We have doors, y’all.

Well, actually, we’ve had doors for a while now but Ninja Man just installed SCREEN doors!

I’m so excited.

Because each door has a separate screen door, I can have a cross breeze like nobody’s business!

That, and the pups can roam free in and out to their little fuzzy heart’s desires.

Here they come! In case you’re wondering, that’s Monty the Italian Greyhound at top followed by Winston the Boston Terrier. Winston has to consider all the things before he makes a commitment. Miele, at bottom, flies through like her fanny is on fire. That’s the Jack Russell in her. We wish we could wash it out but no. It’s IN and she channels her inner Jack like it’s her sworn duty.

Hoover (our elderly Boston) was napping during this photo shoot.

Where do they go? Ah, that.

Well, Ninja Man and daughter built a HUGE pen for the pups. It only took them a week and they really enjoyed working on it together. Those big gates are necessary so we can move a camper in and out. They have to travel through the fenced in area to get to the hookups.

Now that the pups are happy, we can get back to doors.

So the pup door got installed first. This eliminates the need for us to jump up from time to time so the herd can answer the call of nature.

Next, Ninja Man installed the front porch door but it’s my favorite so I’m saving it for last.

He’s working on this one right now:This goes out to the side of the house where there is a fire pit and chickens.

Let’s talk about that fire pit.

It really isn’t one at all. What it is is a burn barrel and Ninja uses it all the time. There is a small dish type thing we use for roasting marshmallows and stuff like that, but so far it’s just a place in the yard near enough to the garden hose in case of, well, fire.

Side note: Ninja Man asked me what I want for Mother’s Day. I felt a little dizzy for a moment, having never heard the question in at least 37 years of mothering his offspring. In his defense, he is retired now and clearly trying to get into Heaven. But before I could come to my senses, I blurted out “a fire pit!”

Y’all.

So many missed opportunities. But like I said, I was dizzy, taken aback even. AND we happened to be at Home Depot when he asked.

Why couldn’t this question be asked at Jared’s jewelry store for goodness sake? Could be cause we never go there.

Anyway, here’s the front screen door!

(Drumroll please….)

It’s wooden. Ninja painted it gray, to match perfectly with the siding. It slaps shut. The grandLittles have already slapped it shut so I know it works, just like a grandma’s door should!

It’s messy around it because Ninja is still tweaking it here and there, but it’s installed and I’m so stinkin’ happy.

And you know, getting a fire pit for Mother’s Day just feels right. It’s not how brightly the gift shines; it’s how it warms you inside and out.

Thanks for stopping by and God bless!

Kathy Bo

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Will they last?

Y’all. I have NO idea what I’m doing when it comes to plants. But still, with help from Ninja Man and a grandLittle, I accomplished this sweet little setting today.

Do I “want” beautiful flowers like in a “real” garden at Six Little Acres? Oh, I do.

Do I “want” to do all the things it takes to help them thrive, like the Master Gardener class I took said I should?

Um. Two things about that:

1) I have raised two kids. Lovingly raised them. Dedicated to the task, I fed, watered and educated them. You know the drill. I did pretty well at all that but probably because you can’t actually ignore kids. They let you know when they need feeding and watering.

Plants? Not so much. They will be strong and healthy one day and flat out dead as a doornail the next. Seeing them thriving makes me happy. Seeing them gasping for breath under my care is a whole ‘nother thing. My family knows not to give me flowers. They would fare much better if we just run over them in the driveway than to put them in a vase on my table.

Nothing says “sucky plant mom” better than wilting flowers. I can’t take it y’all. It’s just too much pressure.

2) Yes, I took a Master Gardener class. It was MONTHS long. Maybe it was years long. All i know is it made my head hurt. It was college level study. My brain got so full I dreamed root systems and pollination.

Did I retain what I learned?

Y’all should know that among my many talents, the only thing I retain is water.

I did use the knowledge (quickly, before I forgot everything) to make a really nice garden and sitting area at one of our former homes.

And then I blinked, and it was all forgotten.

So the mystery here is will these little innocent plants stand a chance. I don’t know for sure but for now they are happy. Full sun, partial shade, who can blame me what with all such demands, right?

Of course, I forgot to water them. But not to worry I’ll get right on that- just like a proper Master Gardener.

And tomorrow, these cute little strawberry plants will join the ranks of mystery survivors at the hands of one former Master Gardener. Just in case, I’ve frozen a bunch from the grocery store. Not the plants, the actual strawberries.

Thanks for stopping by Six Little Acres. Y’all be blessed.

Kathy Bo

It’s curtains!

We have storm doors on the EBR.

“What’s the EBR?” You ask.

The Emotional Baggage Room, of course.

We didn’t intend to have a room full of emotional baggage, but sometimes, when you’re going through some of life’s biggest problems, it helps to have a place to drop stuff like that off. And yes, margaritas are served in the EBR.

So here we are in this HUGE room we added on to the back of the house. It’s 14X44. It would have been 20X44 but there’s a septic tank that called all the shots while we were building.

Anyway, the EBR was in great distress as it held all the things after we moved that we needed to sort, sell, donate, burn etc. With most of that behind us, we’ve had a few folks to stay overnight. Basically The Boy (my favorite son) and his family, and there was that one guy who was stranded at the airport with Ninja Man… but that’s another story.

Anyway, whenever we have guests, we have to tape brown paper over the full paned exterior doors. Yeah, there’s a fixed glass pane that runs from top to bottom. Pretty cool to gaze over a few feet of Six Little Acres, but not so cool if you’re a guest and the sun slaps ya in the face long before you’re ready to roll outta bed.

We discussed a few options.

Ninja Man wanted blinds. I really don’t like blinds but we have them because- well, Ninja wants them.

The blinds he wanted for those doors were way out of our budget so we looked at curtains.

I sew, but was in no mood to buy yards of fabric. I know how it would go. I’d find the perfect print and it would be $10.99 per yard. I’d need maybe 4 yards. Having to sew it afterwards would just add insult to injury.

So I decided to see what I could get in ready made.

Kohls had these. Two panels for like $20- plus I got a $10 coupon of Kohls Cash to use later, so technically I got them for $10 for the pair.

You can’t beat that y’all.

I stopped at the Dollar General and picked up some super basic rods to hold them up. They were ONE DOLLAR, y’all. ONE.

Sign me up.

Ok, so I got them home, Ninja Man installed the hardware and I commenced to cutting and sewing.

here’s one panel looking pretty cute on that dirty EBR door. It needs love and painting. Someday. but wait.

I didn’t want it closed except when we have guests, so I took the top I’d cut off (the part with the grommets) and made a pretty sweet tie back. Velcro is my friend. And here we are. All finished. There are two doors in the EBR and the other one looks just like this- except it is much, much more in need of some love and paint.

Next plan is to put a screen / storm door on so I can have even MORE breezes in here this spring. The breezes y’all. We planned this so we would feel cross breezes everywhere. We planned well. It’s fabulous.

I’m loving life here at Six Little Acres. Ninja Man is now fully retired and we sit around a lot. We DO talk about doing something other than sitting around, and some days, like today, we get up and DO STUFF.

Other days, we’re just kickin back here at Six Little Acres.

Home sweet home.

Thanks for stopping by. Please share and comment. Above all, please keep praying for our little Wren. She’s still battling cancer and we are still faithful that God has a better plan for her.

God bless each of you.

Kathy Bo

To do lists

So we are now living life at Six Little Acres.  There are still many things to unpack and I’m slowly but surely making my way through the boxes.

Sometimes it’s like Christmas! I’m seeing things we “thought” were going to be stored for only three months, but glory be, it took a stinkin’ year and two months to finally get out of those storage units.

We’ve had only a few casualties; some china, a couple of items the movers thought they deserved (small stuff, God has that so we don’t have to pursue it), and Ninja Man’s shoulder. Yep, two slight tears in his rotator cuff. I asked him what happened. This is how it went:

Me: What in the world? Are you ok? Does it hurt? How did it happen?

Ninja Man: I don’t know.

Me: (We have been married nearly 41 years so I kinda know which question he chose to answer.) You don’t know how it happened? Were you with your shoulder all day? Did you loan it out? Are you secretly trying to do some sort of one-armed extreme sport?

Ninja Man: I don’t know.

Me: (see above part about 41 years)

Well, after several weeks of his wincing in pain, we went to the doc and it is determined that he will live. He got two shots, one where the sun don’t shine and another straight to the shoulder. I held his hand and gently reminded him that I delivered BOTH of his babies naturally. It’s the best I could do under the circumstances and it made the doctor laugh so it was sooo worth it.

Anyway, back to the subject at hand.

Spoiler alert: Having no money made me a list maker long ago when our kids were little, our mortgage was huge, and we were depressed when we were broke and irresponsible when we weren’t.

My lists went like the one I’m pasting in here. Stuff we can do that takes NO money and stuff we can do when we have a little extra. If any of you are IRS agents, I promise not to get anything until y’all are happy and friends with us again.

This will hang in the message area of the kitchen. What’s a message area? A blank wall for now but I’m going to make a sweet little something to hold lists such as this one.

By the way, the “no cost” list includes several things we already have like paint and stuff. It also includes elbow grease, as momma used to say, which means to get off one’s lazy fanny and work.

Things to do at Six Little Acres

No Cost

Outside:

Clean under carports

Clean up yard

Pick up branches

Clear spiderwebs

Touch up and paint porches

Put rug down on front porch

Fill holes in yard

Inside:

Master bath:

Add lights

Fix drawers

Touch up paint

Hang my makeup mirror

Adjust faucets

Studio bath:

Décor

Fix TP holder

Adjust faucets

Living room:

Repair and repaint post

Touch up paint

Décor

Make scripture for wall (Silhouette / vinyl)

Fix barn door

Kitchen:

Make rolling island

Make vinyl sign for chalkboard

Need funds:  

Outside:

$$     Paint carport roofs

$$     Buy or repair weed eater

$$     Install stepping stones or walkway to cars

$$     Make sitting area on hill

$$     Make firepit

$$     Get tree guy to see diseased trees

$$$   Remote for gate

$$$   Hire bobcat guy

$$$$ Build new porch on side of house

$$$$ Install fencing

$$$$ Install gutters

Inside:

$       Cordless phone with extra base

$$$   Rods and curtains in living room

$$$   Kitchen pantry

I hope this encourages someone to see parts of your own picture, not the whole overwhelming enchilada. Yesterday I unpacked our bedroom and organized the closet and dresser. It made all the difference in the world and I have to say I woke up happy for the first time in a long time. Cost was zero and momma would be proud.

Y’all be blessed, and please keep praying for the Six Little Acres folks. Baby Wren and her mommy (my daughter) are heading to Philadelphia soon for further treatment and we need that neuroblastoma to be gone.

Thanks for stopping by,

Kathy Bo

Permit me to burn this

So we passed inspection a few weeks ago (see previous post) but we had so much going on we didn't have time to celebrate.

Oh, we've talked about it. We've planned and planned.

Extensive planning.

All that planning ended up with this:

We planned to have a fire. In a pit.

And that's not all. We planned to burn the renovation permit that was stuck on our door for over a stinkin year.

A year, people.

This is more than a classic cardboard mini-poster thing with black marker and … wait for it… blue painter's tape. This, THIS thing meant we were not allowed to live here until we fulfilled the county requirements. And now we have.

And like the song says, tonight's the night. Oh yeah. It is.

And Ninja Man, creative as he is, added all kinds of memorabilia to the blaze. There were pieces of old siding, a 2X6 from the EBR (our 14 X 44 "porch" aka the "Emotional Baggage Room"), some window trim and assorted bits and pieces from all over the former house.

Through the magic of the interwebs, y'all can celebrate with us!

Here I am directing the process because I'm a control freak:
and here is Ninja Man being all brave with this fire. It's his fire, after all. He's SO ready to toss that thing in. Me too, but I was feeling a bit warmish. It's July. In Georgia. So there we go. It's a done deal. We are living here and and we've had the ceremonial roasting of the permit.

Life is good here at Six Little Acres. We are blessed. Now for getting our stuff here and start decorating and nesting.

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God bless.
Kathy Bo

Success! Life begins at Six Little Acres 

Picture a cheerleader, preferably me in 5th grade, shaking gold and black pom-poms that match my pleated cheerleader skirt and vest, yelling, “Tigers! Tigers! Gooooo Tigers!”  

Well, fast forward 45 plus years, take away the pom-poms and -please- take that uniform too (it won’t fit anyway) and that’s me, on the porch at Six Little Acres yelling, “Inspector, inspector! Gooooo inspector!” I mean, REALLY. GO. LEAVE. VAMOOSE. DONT LET THE DOOR HIT YA WHERE THE GOOD… well, y’all get the idea. 

Because we passed inspection! Oh yes we did. 

I’m so happy. And I am officially LIVING HERE. Yep. It’s awesome and amazing and even though most of our stuff is still in storage, we are just as cozy as we can be with paper plates and plastic forks. 

So life begins At Six Little Acres. 

There’s still LOTS to do and share so follow us here and on Facebook. We are excited to see what tomorrow brings. 

God bless,

Kathy Bo 

Still working 

It’s been a busy couple of weeks here at Six Little Acres. 

We are desperately- and I mean DESPERATELY – trying to get everything finished so the county inspector can sign off and we can go on with our lives. 

We are hoping he can come on Friday and also hoping we have done everything we had to do. Not only so we can be done with it but because this has KILT US.

KILT US DET!

Ninja Man can’t use his right hand without pain and my left knee is all jacked up. BUT Favorite Son in Law (FSIL) Ian is still young and to my knowledge, all his major parts are still in working order. 

A couple of fun things:

It doesn’t matter if you have to paint stuff and dig tons of dirt, grass grows and it has to be mowed. 

So I mowed this morning. 

And I took pictures. We shall call this “A View From the Mower”. 

Oh yes. 

We shall. 

Views from the mower make me happy, but mostly if I have already mowed what lies beyond. 
Another thing: 

Chickens and blueberries. 

Favorite daughter harvested about a quart of blueberries this afternoon. She and the Littles also brought eggs from the coop. But it’s not all fun and games, y’all. There’s some serious work going on here. So serious that we had to call for help. Rest up, Ninja Man. Teach those Littles to work. 

Now don’t feel bad for them- they worked super hard for approximately 8 minutes then went on vacation for – well- they are still on vacation. I get it, Littles, it’s hard work. I was over it in 5 minutes. Y’all rocked it. 

Disclaimer: this next shot ain’t pretty. Left these and they just sat there. They didn’t work unless we worked. Nothing magical here, move on. My water fell over. It was DET y’all. Some other things: 

We got rid of this: ohhhhh happy day. Dude left with this eyesore and my check for $350. I was happy and sad all at once. 

The only thing left behind was a terrible stench for a couple of hours because it poured rain for four days after. When the sun came back out we started working again. 

Apparently we aren’t the only ones making a home at Six Little Acres. 

This black widow is now just a memory (and yes, it’s a type of black widow, we Googled it). Anyway, Ninja Man squashed it with his glove. He’s cool like that. I magnified it for your viewing pleasure. 

In other news, my brother came to finish the stairs. He is a REAL carpenter, not pretend ones like we had before. The pretend ones left us high and dry with a huge mess that had to be rebuilt. If we ever see them again I hope it’s with a judge between us, one that raises one eyebrow and stares at them really hard. Yeah. TAKE THAT. 

Anyway, here’s my hero, brother Dave. After he rebuilt and put the (county required) granny bar on the steps, he and Ninja Man got some play time in. (By the way, that bar is required because someone’s drunk granny needed something to hang on to- not saying we don’t need it. I am, after all, a grandma and IF WE EVER FINISH THIS it will be 5 o’clock somewhere.

Anyway, the play date: 

Look closely for the drone. In the first image, it’s above the 2nd pup. In the next, it’s above the silver van. They had fun and marveled at the video of Six Little Acres. One day I’ll try to share one here so you can marvel too. 

It was a busy two weeks. We are looking forward to a burn pit night where we celebrate the end of county required work and the beginning of doing fun stuff for Six Little Acres at our leisure. That’s what we do in rural Georgia, celebrate by burning stuff. It’s a tradition, especially if you’ve sent your dumpster away. 

Thanks for stopping by, and please keep Baby Wren in your prayers. We are waiting on a 2nd opinion. See her story on Facebook at Hope For Wren. 

Hebrews 11:1 says, “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” God said it, we believe it. And we proclaim His glory in this precious child. 

Toodles,

Kathy Bo 

The Gatherings at Six Little Acres 

My daughter is enthusiastic about all things organic, home grown and healthy. She is the one watching Six Little Acres for all the edibles that are starting to ripen. 

Let’s start with these. Little wild cherries from a tree in the yard. Here’s what she posted about them: “We harvested wild cherries, I cooked them down with cinnamon, allspice and a little cardamom then added honey and we have wild cherry syrup to add to soda water or pancakes or whatever we like!” She is a master in the kitchen – and trust me, I’m great at the drive thru so she got this talent from her grandmothers and aunts. 

Besides wild cherries, she has found fruity blooms on our pear tree, figs, blueberry, muscadine, scuppernong and a raspberry we thought was mower mulch as someone zoomed over them right after planting last summer. 

Fig buds. 

Figs a week later: 

Old fashioned canning pears. 
Wild cherry blueberries Baby Wren with blueberries raspberries with Sir Winston Poops A Lot. And this. 

Y’all there are chickens. Five, plus a rooster. Daughter and the FSIL come with their chikkin wranglers to care for them each day. And you know what? Those chickens are giving back like only chickens can. Aren’t they just beautiful? 

And I almost forgot: pecans! We have three pecan trees that will be bearing nuts this fall! 

Ohhhh the blessings we shall gather at Six Little Acres. We are pretty excited!

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God bless,

Kathy Bo

This week at Six Little Acres 

Last week THESE didn’t pass inspection. There are MANY issues with these two sets of steps – including wood that isn’t supposed to touch the ground, handrails too wide and steps that are too far apart- and although they we given the specifications, the guys who built them didn’t look at any county requirements before taking our money and running. We DID require them to meet with the inspector and do what he said, and we thought that’s what happened but when the inspector came last week, he called out so many issues it made my head spin. 

“Bring those guys back!” You might say. Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit, but just before they left they forgot how to speak English. 

I’m sure that can happen- like maybe they hit each other with some of those 4X4’s, or the sun baked that part of the brain that stores foreign languages, or maybe, just maybe, they never ever (in the year plus that we were dealing with them) COULD speak English and in my baby chemo stupor, I just imagined it all. 
Whatever possessed them to take advantage of us I’ll never know – but one thing is for sure, God knows us well. He knows that we needed every bit of help we could get and He will continue to bless us as we figure out how to rebuild those steps ourselves. FAITH, people! Won’t it be cool to see how God gets us through this? I mean JESUS WAS A CARPENTER- so as one can imagine, I’m pretty excited to see how this gets worked out. 

Beyond that, the inspector said we have to paint all the exterior plus caulk and trim where needed. Now THAT I can do. 

But y’all. Another area of contention is the dirt moving. We have to dig down a bit more. 

By hand. 

Because THIS thing has a $400 price tag to rent for 8 hours!At $400, we just cannot get that big ole thing back out here. 

But all is not sucky, bad, heartbreaking and dismal here at Six Little Acres- oh no it’s not!

Here are some of the good things happening:

  • We are doing as much as we can as often as we can and our daughter and FSIL are helping. 
  • Ninja Man had to leave the country but has returned and brought me airplane pajamas (who doesn’t want a pair of THOSE?!?!)
  • Ninja Man fell off the ladder and popped right back up again. (Hence “Ninja”)
  • We had both son and daughter (and her family) here helping last night. 
  • I mowed (and mowed and mowed) so the yard is only half ugly now. (Still construction debris hanging around)
  • I almost finished the wallpaper in the kitchen – there’s a wee bit more to do once the under cabinet lights are installed. Here’s our FS (favorite son) helping with some hardware- handsome fella, huh? 

Now I know those stairs are bugging y’all. They bug me too- but I have absolute faith that even if I have to do them myself, God will provide what I need – even if it’s YouTube and a box of Band-Aids. We can. We REALLY can. 

Faith y’all, that’s what it’s all about. Those steps, that dirt and some finishes on the exterior and we can move in. 

We are sooooo close. And SO very blessed. Please subscribe and watch for another post about the GATHERINGS here at Six Little Acres. It’s coming soon. 

And please “like” baby Wren’s Facebook page: Hope for Wren. She’s the reason we have seen so much of God’s blessings this past year. 

Thanks for stopping by! 

Kathy Bo 

Hiding some UGLY

This ugly behemoth is so ugly no one wants it. “No one” includes the gas companies I called. 

I offered to give it away. 

Don’t want the tank? Ok, then take the gas. There’s 800 lbs of it. Yeah. 

Gas companies: we cannot empty it. We cannot take it. 

And then there was a guy who said no and no to emptying and taking- BUT – he would MOVE IT for us. 

Oh happy day. 

Here’s where it was:I suppose as ugly propane tanks go, this one is not much worse than its counterparts, but our home is completely electric now and the only propane will be used for a generator and whatever outdoor fire pit / cooking we do. 

I may or may not have complained about this tank for over a year now. Ninja Man actually had two days off so I made a few calls and got that thing moved to here: (in the woods!) it’s in a remote area that will not obstruct my view of things like birds, grass and… well, birds and grass. 

We were advised by the tank moving man that it will be a hassle to fill when it gets low. 

What tank moving man doesn’t know is that I NEVER intend to fill it again. What I plan to do is get one of my redneck friends a six pack and get him to cut that sucker in half. 

Now THAT would make an awesome fire pit. Y’all think I’m kidding- nope. My fire pit is just a few hundred gallons away. 

What can I say? I’m a cheap date. 

Thanks for stopping by and God bless. 

Please visit Hope for Wren on Facebook. 

Kathy Bo