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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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

Moving Day

Y’all.

Our stuff is finally here.

Here at Six Little Acres.

Oh yes it is. And we, (the Ninja Man and moi) are exhausted beyond imagination.

Here’s what:

We rented a U-Haul and – through U-Haul- we hired two movers. Y’all remember how I’ve mentioned how blessed we are? Well, those two movers turned into three, and the four hours we paid for were finished in three!

That’s a big deal since Ninja Man had worked a full day and needed to go to bed. It’s just a piece of gravel in a mountain of major challenges we have faced.

None of this has been easy, y’all. None of it.

Let’s recap since February 2016. The 15th, to be exact was when Baby Wren was diagnosed with neuroblastoma in her neck. That is the day I will never forget. Baby cancer will do that to you. Looking back, it’s absolutely a devastating event that forever altered our lives. But it is also absolutely the time we have seen more blessings than we have ever witnessed.

With this news, there was not even a doubt that I would help our daughter and her husband with Wren and big sis Phoebe.

We moved away from our beautiful Savannah home, renting it out because it’s too soon in the mortgage to sell. We knew the expenses we would incur would be substantial. We own an RV and we moved into it.

We spent a full year renovating Six Little Acres with horrid contractors. I was in charge of the whole project and had to navigate it from a distance from either Savannah or the children’s hospital. All this while living in the RV near Savannah and me driving to Atlanta every 21 days for 13 rounds of baby chemo.

Our plan was to accomplish this place with no debt. We didn’t make that goal. We had to go into debt and now we will pay that as we go.

We finally finished this build/remodel in late May. I moved in and lived as sparsely as I’ve ever lived. Paper plates. No dresser for my clothes (I’ve successfully used cardboard boxes). Very few chairs, a borrowed pot and pan, no toaster, no washer or dryer and no TV. Everything we owned was in storage and Ninja would bring as much as he could every time he came. Im 58 years old. Let me just say that I am completely over hauling laundry to a laundromat either near SLA or at the campground. Over it, y’all.

We have been married nearly 41 years. Besides the washer and dryer, we have a good bit of stuff even though I pared it down a lot before we moved. Check this out: knowing how I needed furnishings and necessities, Ninja Man tirelessly loaded his truck after working 10 hour days (he had help only once) and drove the 3 1/2 hours from Savannah to our new home. He did this nearly every Friday for over four months.

He’s 64. There were bookcases and heavy boxes.

It’s a lot, y’all.

Fast forward to tonight. I can’t describe how tired we are. I’m too tired to cry. Too tired to put on my PJs. So I won’t do either.

Ninja Man and I left the RV (I was there to get some things done in Savannah) about 9:30 this morning. Instead of sleeping, I’d spent several hours being anxious about the SneakMobile being towed. Oh, I didn’t want to. I didn’t even expect to. It’s just a byproduct of being the sweet and loving control freak that I am.

Anyway, he drove the 26′ truck with The SneakMobile in tow. I drove his huge pickup truck.

Being the control freak that I am, I was surprised that once we were on the road, I really wasn’t worried at all. The SneakMobile is obedient, and followed along as if it we do this all the time.

Here we are challenging another U-Hauler to a duel.

Don’t worry, I never looked at my phone to take this picture. Seriously. It’s just a rare talent that I discovered shortly after the invention of picture-taking-phones.

Four hours later (only 30 extra minutes from our usual time) we were turning in at Six Little Acres.

Can I just tell y’all how big this is? Huge. Huge, y’all.

And that 26′ truck was filled, as momma would say, “to the gills.”

Having spent so much already, I put a call out on Facebook for help. Even though the offer was for pizza-compensation, we had folks eager to come at this crucial time.

Crucial because:

Both Ninja and I have issues with our right shoulders. Mine due to a hard fall on concrete, his a mystery injury. I asked him if he was with his shoulder at the time it was injured, he assured me he was. We have no clue what happened but he will get an MRI next week.

And can I just say that I saw my X-ray and I’m downright skinny up under all this fluff. Skinny bones. Yep. That’s me.

Anyway, here are a few pictures of the “during”. I will start on boxes tomorrow, right after I sleep until somebody makes me drag my drivin-all-over-the-dang-place-paper-plate-using-laundromat-hanging-out-whiney butt out of the bed.

And not a moment sooner.

Thanks for stopping by, and thank you all who have been praying for Baby Wren. Keep it up please, she has a ways to go yet.

God bless,

Kathy Bo.

We are getting SO close

It’s almost time to start asking the burly guys in our group of family and friends if they like free cold beer. And pizza. Yeah that: cold beer and pizza.  We might even throw in some cheesy sticks. All because we need help loading and consequently, unloading trucks.

Yes, we are expecting to move me in during May! Can you believe it? This has been a long and difficult process! We are ready to get it over with.

Here’s what:

1) I am moving in first. Ninja Man will come often but mostly on weekends until he retires. He wants to retire every single day. I said I’ll have twice as much husband and half as much money. Ain’t nobody got time fo dat. 

2) why I’m moving before him is we have a 2 year old grandLittle who has cancer and I’m 1/2 of her care team. The 3.5 hour drive is difficult from our CAMPER to her house so Six Little Acres is only minutes from my daughter and it’s a great place to retire. 

3) Yes, I said CAMPER. We rented our Savannah home out so we would be financially better able to navigate this storm. We moved into our 5th wheel RV last August. We aren’t seeing any increase in funds between the travel and home renovation, plus the storage unit bills and rent at the RV park. It’s almost a wash but since last August we were able to see if we like “living” in the RV.  It’s no secret: This one of us is over it. 

4) AND there are so many hoops to jump through before we can live there. Trim has to be in. There’s a dip along the back of the house that needs a dirt wall. We need to paint the exterior. 

BUT DEAR READERS: We have electricity and water! We even have a working heat and air system. Y’all. I was just delighted when we could flush! So you can imagine how exciting it is to flip a light switch and have lights now and then. 

I’m actually AT the children’s hospital now- its chemo week- so I’ll just toss some quick photos that my FSIL took. FSIL= favorite son in law y’all. Ninja Man working on the kitchenthis. THIS Y’ALL! There’s lighting! And water! And flooring! And appliances! Now THIS 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻 is the master bath vanity. It looks better now that all the plumbing has been installed. Grumpy Plumber is all done and we are hoping he is not so grumpy anymore. Ninja Man helped me and the FSIL paint the EBR. That’s Six Little Acres slag for “Emotional Baggage Room”. It’s a huge multipurpose room that is suitable for a variety of activities such as:

  • Sleeping with those windows open
  • Gathering for church or crafting events
  • Sending Ninja Man out there to do whatever I think or he thinks needs doing. 

See how special this room is? Yeah, it’s big: 14X44 and Pinterest is even baffled. A bowling alley? Maybe. So if you’ve been a follower of my blog, you’ll know that saloon doors were planned for the master bedroom. We nixed that idea when Ninja Man was going to have to rebuild the entire opening. The phone call went something like this:

Ninja: “I’m gonna have to rebuild that opening.”

Me: “Nah, just stick a door in there. We just need to get me moved. We can change it later.”

Ninja Man was so delighted he went and got a door that very day. THAT’S the secret to staying married during the stressful times! Just downshift and go the speed limit. Ain’t nobody in a big hurry to be right or to get what they want. Just chill out. It will happen or it won’t. Baby cancer? Now THAT is something to dig your heels into and fight for all it’s worth. But a door? Nah. That’s nothing. Gee whiz, my tolerance barometer goes way, way up now. Ninja Man and I LOVE LOVE LOVE technology. He was ECSTATIC to get this system installed that uses an app (Wink) to run cameras, lights, HVAC and I’m not even sure what else. I told him don’t be messin with those lights when I’m here at night. I might not be a good sport about it. 
I have also told my kids that if they ever send me to a nursing home, it better have perfect wifi so I can post all over YouTube. I do love me some technology. Meanwhile, Ninja Man has promised to teach me how to use the new system. Ok, truth is, he has already TRIED to teach me but I’m going to watch the tutorials – I think we will stay married longer if I do. 

So we are almost there. The outside is still BU-TTHUGLY as we haven’t done anything out there. Daughter says it’s a “sleeper”- looks cruddy outside and gorgeous inside! And that’s the way it will have to be until we slowly get it where we want it. 

I’m beyond excited to move back to our home town and am just waiting for that day in May. Or will it be June….. time will tell. 

Thanks for stopping by! 

Please pray for Baby Wren #hopeforwren

Kathy Bo

Water. Yes, we have WATER!

You know there’s something so very special about a home with running water. It’s not like I – being raised in the suburbs of Atlanta- ever had to haul a bucket from the nearest spring, but dang Skippy, if we didn’t get some water up in there soon, I might have had to do just that! 

Drinking from the garden hose apparently will kill you dead, so we’ve been bringing in bottled water for over a year. One day Ninja Man got “uppity” and bought one of those styrofoam coolers and filled it with ice. We remember that cold-water-on-a-hot-day like it was yesterday. 

Wait. 

It WAS yesterday!

But today is a new day! A day filled with the sounds of not only flushing, but water running freely from a spigot. 

A red letter day indeed. 

Here’s my pride and joy- the IKEA sink. I love so many things about this sink. I think I’m in love. I mean, I can wash puppies and grandLittles in it! It’s multipurpose! I do love me some multipurpose. Y’all have no idea. More on that in future posts. 

Not only does the kitchen sink just make me beam like my kid won a blue ribbon at the county fair, but check out the master bath! There is water, y’all. 

Real water! Out of BOTH faucets! 

I am, without a doubt, certain that our plumber (the REAL plumber) (reference earlier post about the landscapers who said they were plumbers) ANYWAY, my bill had a snarky little note on it – something about furniture and holes getting cut in advance. All I can say is we had that conversation before he got started. So there. 

Ninja Man will delight in altering the drawers to fit back into their former drawer holes. I decided they can hold itty bitty things. The center of that “vanity” has several (3?) good sized drawers that will house necessities. 

Now. Y’all have to see my studio bath. 

When I say “miscommunication” just picture me talking into a box and no one freakin listening. Sometimes that happens- especially when one ALWAYS has an opinion (me). Anyway, the plan was to design this bathroom around THIS mirror frame (no mirror yet) and THIS “vanity”. the frame is too high because the outlets are too high and someone who CLEARLY was not in that box I was talking into, decided the vanity would be centered on that wall. While that sounds perfectly reasonable, I wanted it centered from the toilet’s perspective. In my plan, one could draw a straight line from toilet to sink. It would provide a visual ease to the room while also creating a cubby for storage on the far left side of said vanity. 

Besides, the special lighting fixture won’t fit at the top now. 

What we have now is a non traditional solution. Well, isn’t that what Six Little Acres is all about?!?! Hooray for consistency! The solution will be revealed in an upcoming post. Be sure to subscribe! 

Now this video is blurry but it’s the sight and sound of dang Skippy REAL water coming out of a real faucet! The plumber sent this before he snarked all over my bill. ​​Click here- and look closely! There’s water!

Wanna see the kitchen? Ohhh. I’m in love and it’s not even finished yet! BUT since my last post, the flooring is in as is the stove, fridge and dishwasher. Not to mention THE SINK! I know, I’m a bit crazy over stuff starting to actually function at Six Little Acres. Those of you who “know” appliances may note that I have a really nice fridge and a VERY basic stove. Why is that? Well, it’s pretty simple. My refrigerator skills far exceed my stove / oven skills. The sales dude tried to sell us a top of the line stove but I said I wanted the cheapest one he had. He gurruffed a wee bit as he took us to the dark corner of the store where I spied “it” and proclaimed loudly, “that’s IT!!!” 

Sales dude was not amused. 

Anyway, now that I can flush, wash, shower and bathe, this place is starting to look like a real home. At least on the INSIDE. Outside is a whole ‘nother story. 

Next up: doors. Some are like regular doors, some are sliding barn doors and still others are gonna work like saloon doors. 

Don’t miss it. We are moving right along. Well, I should say Ninja Man, our FSIL, the electrician and the plumber are all moving right along. I have the most important job of going with daughter for Baby Wren’s chemo. Heading home tomorrow for 14 days then back for the next round. Your prayers keep us going so please keep Wren and her family in prayer. 

Baby Wren heard her mommy praying over her, saying, “Please, God.” Wren began to whisper, “Bees Dod.” 

Yes. Bees Dod. 

Thanks for stopping by and may God bless you. 

Kathy Bo 

A sneak peek 

I posted this on the Six Little Acres Facebook page, but just in case you missed it, here’s a before and…. well…. during. Guess I’m too stinkin excited to wait! Let’s just talk about that “before” image. 

It smelled as bad as it looks. No. I’m serious y’all. 

Think stank, then add roadkill. That’s still not quite it but doggone close. ALL the materials from that kitchen have been replaced. 

That “during” photo? Ohhhh. I can’t wait. I have lots of design plans- one of which includes a rolling island! I love to move things around and repurpose whatever I can so I will use the island in the kitchen, living room, studio and that whopping big porch-room-thingy we added. 

We are on our way today to work on Six Little Acres- it’s about a 3.5 hour drive- and here’s what we plan to do: 

Finish flooring in the kitchen (We are ALMOST there!) Move fridge, stove, dishwasher and microwave into their new home, then paint this room: the ceiling is primed and the walls are already cut in, thanks to our FSIL (y’all remember that means favorite son in law?) No? See him here! Flooring will happen here over the next few weekends. 

Psssst: here’s a secret news flash! THE HVAC GUY IS COMING TODAY! What what!?!?! Yes. We expect to push a button and have heat and air. It’s like the Flintstones moved to the Jetsons. 

Sing with me. OH HAPPY DAY! (Here’s your part: Oh happy day!) my turn: WHEN JESUS WALKED (you: When Jesus walked!) Me: OHHHHH WHEN HE WALLLLLLKKED now you sing that too- ok me : HE WASHED OUR SINS AWAY! 

We get to sing this part together: OH HAPPY DAY! 

Thanks for stopping by, thanks for trying to imagine how stinky that kitchen was (because now I know you’re almost as happy as I that it smells tons better) and thanks for singing with me! 

The biggest news today is that our two year old grandLittle Baby Wren starts another 3 rounds of chemo on Monday. I’ll be there. Y’all please pray for her – that the chemo will kill this cancer, irradiate that tumor and not affect any other part of her tiny body. Follow her page on FB at Hope For Wren. There’s a purple icon with a pink bird on it. 

Have a blessed day! 

Kathy Bo

Prime(r) time

There was a time when I wondered if our ceilings would be too low. 

It is, after all, a double wide mobile home. After putting primer on the ceiling today I can honestly say I shall wonder no longer. 

The dang ceilings are high, y’all. While I really wasn’t too concerned about this particular ceiling, the others are high enough that I don’t wanna paint them. 

Ever. 

But painted they will be- and primed first- so that whole “don’t wanna” is just too stinkin’ bad. 

I gotta. 

But ohhhh how sweet it will be on that day I can kick back in my recliner and see all the spots I missed!

Now don’t go feeling all sorry for this poor grandma just trying to get her little house painted. 

There’s THIS guy. Y’all know him- he’s my favorite son in law (FSIL) And the fact that he’s a lot closer to the ceiling than yours truly is the only thing that kept me sane today. 

“Oh, let me get that,” he said, as I strained to make my head perpendicular to the dang ceiling. Craning my head like that is a move I’ve seriously never had to do in real life. It’s a move that makes me dizzy and causes me to roll the paint in circular patterns instead of the recommended back and forth as seen on HGTV. 

It’s a move that causes me to grit my teeth, furthering the pain from the neck up, as I resign myself to use only “nice” words that momma would have been proud to hear. Gritting one’s teeth seems to prevent certain words from actually spilling out into what is otherwise a productive painting session. 

So FSIL took over and rolled the highest points of the dang ceiling while I met him halfway from the lower points. 

I’m not gonna lie, y’all. We had to sit on the porch a couple of times today. 

We saw this adorable guy during one particular porch event. It must be hard watching humans paint ceilings. He was exhausted. He’s 11 years old and there was a chill in the air so he was sporting his fancy duds for Ceiling Priming Day. Later, he had to do this with his buddies. That blanket goes everywhere with me, but after this trip to our construction zone it will go straight to the laundromat. The pups can’t have a dirty blanket. 

Not only did we prime the dang ceilings, we also primed the living room (where that high ceiling is) and…. wait for it….. my STUDIO. 

Oh y’all. Seriously. It’s like a fairy tale right now- complete with bridge trolls, but I’m sneaking up the back side of that bridge and in no time I’ll be posting about the wonderland that is my crafting and sewing studio! 

Do you see the word “tranquility ” here? Yeah. Don’t believe everything you read. I’m ten shades past exhausted. Ain’t nothin tranquil bout dat. 

But more importantly: does that extension pole make my butt look big? Wait. I don’t really wanna know. 
Now here’s a fun fact: my FSIL is known round these parts as “Der Spachkelmeister”, which means if spreading spackling compound was an art form, he would be da Vinci. 

I was able to sneak up and capture the sheer concentration he puts into every bit of spackle. Not only that, but I was also privy to the vonderbar German impressions he shares while performing as Der Spachkelmeister. I was not disappointed to find that the spackle has to cure, so tomorrow, if I can actually move, I’m planning to finish priming the studio. Meanwhile, here’s the master bedroom that’s not quite finished but you get the idea. 

I have to trim out the top and – paint the dang ceiling. It’s already primed so the paint should go on like buttuh. 

My crazy goal is to have everything painted before Ninja Man arrives on Friday. It’s a stretch, but nothing like the stretching I’ve already done today. 

And there’s that “tranquility” showing up in my photos again. Oh. I can’t wait to enjoy some tranquil days on Six Little Acres. I think I may have earned a few. 

Thanks for stopping by and God bless. 

Kathy Bo