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 

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 

A beautiful surprise!

My FSIL (if you are keeping up with my blog, you know that’s an acronym for my Favorite Son In Law) anyway my FSIL surprised us BIG TIME while we were on vacation. 

Not only did he mow the yard but y’all: 

 HE PAINTED THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE! 

IT’S PAINTED!! I am verklempt. Honestly I’ve been sitting in the car for 1/2 an hour just looking at this beautiful thing. 

Yes, it’s just a mobile home turned house, and it’s not a mansion, but it’s custom and it’s so very functional for us and the BEST part is is that we LOVE this place as well as our hometown! Yep, Newnan is where we began (for the most part) and after living in Savannah for nearly 20 years, it’s seriously time to come home. 

Here’s what the sad little house looked like when we were here last- and here it is all SPIFFY and beautiful! Can y’all believe it? Man. I LOVE LOVE LOVE it. My FSIL is amazing. This beats a dozen roses. It is better than a vacation. It means the world to us. 

We will get the rest of it done as we go. And we are trying to get me moved in THIS MONTH. We’ll see how that goes. 

Meanwhile, there are still things to do – mostly all in our hands now. We can only come on weekends so it may be slow. 

Please keep us in your prayers. We have baby Wren chemo next week. Since Feb 2016, this is round 13 week 3 of 3. Pray that this will be the end of chemo. 

Thank you for visiting, and may God bless you in every way! 

Kathy Bo

PS: baby nap. She’s so adorable. ❤️🙏🏻❤️

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

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 

Sweet (?) painted lady

Currently, I have paint pretty much all over- yes, from head to tennis shoe. The color? Accessible beige- because that is a fabulous neutral color for us here at Six Little Acres. How it looks on me? Not so sure. I plan to gauge that by the reaction of the general public when I go for some lunch.  

Most of the rooms will have this color on the walls, mainly because of these fun facts:

A) A man will live here so a few gallons of “pink petals” was not a real option. 

B) It really is a great color. It looks lighter or darker, depending on the amount of overhead lighting, sunlight, or how many margaritas I may or may not have had. 

C) I can repaint whenever I want- which tends to happen frequently where I abide. Ninja Man does not like it when I watch HGTV and Joanna Gaines comes out with a new color. 

Anyway, it’s Monday. Just a matter of three short days ago I was helping daughter and baby Wren during chemo at a children’s hospital. I can’t even. 

How does one go from baby chemo to working on a huge project Ike Six Little Acres? Faith, y’all. 

When morning slapped me in the face I put on my Big Girl Underoos, got my butt outta bed, put the three stooges in the car, stopped at McDonalds for a biscuit and Coke Zero, and came on out to work. 

Pandora has THE BEST music station called Country Hymns Radio. Oh y’all. Those old gospel songs just ring in my heart. 

I was singing at the top of my lungs and painting up a storm when my middle stooge Miele, came to my aid. I think she figured I must be dying. What else could that noise be?

So this happened. I had to take a break and hold her, reassure her that I would survive, at least long enough to dish out her next meal. 

Oh- and those shoes? They are to work in. Fugly. That’s what they are. Don’t judge. 

Here’s my latest project. Keep in mind my goal is just  getting paint on the walls. Okay, and all over me. That floor had clumps of Sheetrock mud that I scraped and scraped (feeling sorry for me yet?) and then vacuumed up with our handy dandy shop vac. The floor is ready for that wonderful vinyl flooring but I’m hesitant to DIY because Ninja Man would pop a vein if I start cutting with his power saw. Of course if THAT happened I’d have to start all over with “pink petals”- ain’t nobody got time fo dat. Goal: keep Ninja Man alive. 

While I began this day overwhelmed and in more despair than I care to blog about, I have a host of friends and family keeping me in prayer- and that keeps me going and doing all the difficult tasks that seem to keep piling up in front of me. 

Sweet painted lady? Maybe. I guess I’ll wait till the biscuit wears off and see how hangry I get. 

Meanwhile, break is over. I have another room to tackle!

Thanks for stopping by Six Little Acres! God bless. 

Kathy Bo