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.

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An uninvited guest named Irma

We are southwest of Atlanta. We watched the news of Hurricane Irma with great interest, as we have friends and family in Florida and Savannah. We also still own a home in Savannah and so far it fared well.

Being southwest of Atlanta, we figured we’d have nothing more than rain.

We were wrong.

That danged old storm just found her way into places no one expected. And though we had only wind and rain, Six Little Acres was no exception to Irma’s SE trek.

There was rain, lots of it. It was the kind of cold rain that the pups refused to go outside.

All weekend.

We finally devised a plan that meant leading them out and letting them go in the carport. The carport is a metal roof thing with dirt as a floor, so it was perfect for pups “on the go”. This single thing was probably the best plan all weekend.

We had wind that twisted the treetops in a weird and creepy way. That wind got up to a guesstimate of about 40 mph and spread that cold rain with it.

We were ready for a power outage. We had hurricane snacks as well as bottled water, sandwich fixings, canned goods and chips.

Ninja Man and the FSIL filled every gas tank we had just in case we needed the generator.

The grandLittles were stir crazy after a few short hours and needed some chicken-chasin’ outdoors. But as the rain and winds continued, we all just did our best to entertain them.

Here’s a great illustration of Ninja Man, favorite daughter (ok, she’s our only daughter) and yours truly, coping with the storm.

I know. It’s hard to muster up any sympathy. Except for a flicker or two, we never lost power.

Please keep praying for those who were hit hard during this storm as well as Harvey. They may never regain their lives and livelihoods. Having once lost all our possessions in a fire, it breaks my heart to see the devastation reported from these storms across the Caribbean, Atlantic and the Gulf.

Prayers also please for Baby Wren and favorite daughter as they travel to Pennsylvania for more treatment. We are so blessed that they CAN travel. That there IS medicine. That we ARE able to have treatment for our Little. We are blessed beyond imagination.

Thank you for stopping by, and God bless each of you.

Kathy Bo

Wash day = every day

If cottons and polyester blends could ever get confused, my laundry would be the first in line.

For the last 12 months, I’ve washed clothes in the weirdest places, with only ONE pleasant experience.

Y’all. I’m not a high maintenance girl. Really. I’m not. My laundry consists of t-shirts and leggings (yes, I’m 58 years old and I wear them. I am sure it’s a gift from the former me who HAD to wear panty hose in the summer in the 1970’s. WHO would refuse such a gift? Not me!)

Other clothing in my laundry are chemo week gear. Let me tell you about that.

Our grandLittle Wren was diagnosed with neuroblastoma in February 2016 at the age of 16 months. In order to help support our daughter and her family, my husband and I went into a phase of life that meant many changes.

We rented out our home, stored ALL THE THINGS and lived in our RV, 3 hours away from daughter, until Six Little Acres, which is just minutes from daughter, was livable.

Believe it or not, I kept that part right there pretty simple.

For more than a year, I traveled from the RV to daughter, picked her and baby up, and off we went to Atlanta for treatment.

We did this every 14 days.

Let me say now that our grandLittle is doing so much better! She still needs prayer and there’s more treatment ahead, but we believe the worst is behind us. Praise God!

So back to the laundry. I was doing laundry at the Ronald McDonald House. Now that really was the best experience of all the laundryness that I had to do. But we didn’t always get a place at the Ronald McDonald House. Sometimes it was an outdoor washer and dryer in a downtown Atlanta motel and it was very creepy and scary. Sometimes it was the camp ground and other public laundromats. Either way, where ever we went it was easily $12-$30 just to do laundry. I had to get my clothing down to a minimum. I needed low maintenance clothes.

Changing my look was all very appropriate, considering the fact that in no time, I had become a hot mess. My long brown (colored) hair had several inches of grey roots. All that long hair was piled on top of my head because the heat coming off of my body was enough to make me break out into a sweat for no reason whatsoever. I was miserable.

Ain’t nobody got time for that. The hair got cut and not kidding, this is me:
Short, grey hair DON’T CARE. And that’s not all: There’s been NO makeup for over a year. I wore it twice and cried it off both times.

Baby cancer will do that to you.

Ok, so very soon into this experience, I realized my clothes were not sufficient for doing things such as helping a wee one battle cancer. I needed things that did not snap or buckle or zip. Pretty much what I needed was pull ’em up, pull ’em over, and GO. And I needed big shirts to hang over everything just in case “stuff” started falling out because I didn’t get them pulled all the way up before the toddler was climbing on me to get out of there! She was always very eager to leave infusion-as we all were. I carried her most of the time and I was happy to do so.

It was during this time there was no room in my life for make up, bracelets, dangling earrings, necklaces, fancy purses or dressy, trendy shoes.

Nope no holes barred. I was going to be as stealth as possible, zipping in and out of that children’s hospital, toting baby and luggage (daughter did also) to hotels for the week, and trolling the streets of Atlanta, looking for places we could afford to eat. Hot mess. Hot, hot mess.

Well, I found the perfect ensemble for such a task as this. With plenty of tunics, leggings and a hipster type purse that hung over my shoulder and landed on the opposite hip, it was all I needed and all I really could manage.

And as of last Thursday (yes, I know I blogged about them already, but it’s THAT important, y’all!) I have my washer and dryer, here, at Six Little Acres.

I have washed everything. Even my Stampin’ Up backpack, the absolute necessity for all those trips. It’s hanging up to dry now.

Ninja Man might be a little jealous because I’ve been hugging these dreamy machines all weekend. I’m trying to keep it classy, but just one kiss on the power button is all innocent, right?


Oh, and the laundry room is pretty small but it is just enough to do the job. I found that rack above at Hobby Lobby for 40% off. It’s the bombdiggity.

Well, that’s it. I’ll try to peel my lips off these dream machine (they DON’T even take quarters!) and report back soon on other things going on at Six Little Acres. I have more time now that I’m not heading to the laundromat every other day. #uppity.

Thanks for stopping by, and please follow us on Facebook! God bless.

Baby Wren is on FB also: Hope for Wren

Cure for dem laundry blues

My washer, dryer and I are finally reunited after a long, long year.

Our dirty laundry has been exposed.

I've washed at the campground and local laundry that is next to a beer joint. I've washed at the Ronald McDonald House when helping during my grandLittle's chemo.

I've carried laundry up and down metal stairs to use a washer and dryer outside a downtown Atlanta motel.

I've loaded my car with no help, got to the laundromat and with people standing at the door, no help holding it open. Same way going back.

But no more.

That whole thing of saving-quarters-till-they-weigh-as-much-as-the-laundry is OH-VER.

Ohhhh veerrrrr.
Here's what:
Ninja Man showed up with these dreamy appliances just this morning. I tried to help him unload, but that has never ever gone well. Just as I was about to lose it- y'all, I mean LOSE IT…. out daughter showed up.

She and her dad share a brain. No really. They do. They got that washer inside and here's who died: nobody.

Again with the dryer. Nobody died.

Partly because I completely left the area. I hid out in the restroom.

Anyway, here I am at Six Little Acres, listening to the swish and gurgle of my washing machine. I think I'm in love.

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 

Work, work, work!

I closed on our property this past Monday.  The next three days were spent going with my daughter to baby chemo. (Side note: baby’s big sis is having a rough time with all of this so she wants her daddy to keep her and I am happy to serve where I am needed!)

Today, my husband arrived (we still live 4 hours away) and my son in law and I greeted him from a very-much-in-need-of-pressure-washing porch, where we were getting some fresh air.

Why? Well, it may be a rumor, but I’m pretty sure the elderly gentleman who lived here just days ago actually ran out of kitty litter in June of 1999.

The carpet was the biggest giveaway.

Now don’t get me wrong- I LOVE kitty cats. I always have. I just think they should be paired up with a comfy, cozy, sparkling clean pan of Pour and Poop. It’s an amazing concept; you just pour it into the pan and no matter how long it’s been since kitty had “nature’s call”, that crazy thing will make a dash and dive in like she ate a whole bag of those sugar free chocolates that come with a warning label.

So the son in law and I were on the porch breathing in and out- a delightful thing we found hard to do in the Bog of Kitty Stench – and hubby climbs out of his truck ready to work.

Here he is in action. Bless his heart. I may owe him a shed for this.

Check out the a/c unit in that window. Gag. Not kidding. But that guy on the floor over there…. well, we don’t call him Ninja Man for nothing! He got that unit cleaned out and running as powerfully as one of those kitties to the Pour and Poop pan!

img_8470-1Oh dear. A zit. img_8474-1

And here’s my son in law Ian. I felt so bad for him sweating like that until I realized he does the same thing I do: pour water down the shirt with wild abandonment. The sight of him suffering in the heat caused me to cater to him and feed him cashews and half a banana. True story. Poor thing, I thought he was dying.

By the way, the flooring you see isn’t flooring at all but some sort of stain resistant stuff that goes between the carpet and subflooring. Let’s just say this about the power of that whole resisting stains thing: that ship sailed at least 10 cats ago.  img_8471

All carpet has been removed from the pit of despair and the air conditioner is running. But that wall over there? Yeah, kitties. Well, kitties and my Ninja Man. The shredding is Kitty. The hole is Ninja. He was checking for something in the wall. He didn’t find it.

Meanwhile the floor is a total loss. We figure that the thirstiest cat on the planet couldn’t do this much damage so there had to be a leak before the roof was replaced. (Hooray for the roof!)img_8477-1

This next image is of my office for the day. I scrubbed in here for hours. No, not the floor. Not the stove / oven. I scrubbed the counter tops, sinks and fridge / freezer.

I also scrubbed a toilet down the hall. Only one.

The other one I plan to burn down. That will be a whole separate blog altogether. While you wait for that, let’s talk about the air freshener right there by the backpack.

You have to give someone an “A” for effort. I’m thinking it was the elderly man’s daughter who thought that tossing a Renuzit Cone of Promise into the Bog of Kitty Stench might just mask a whiff or two.

I can see her now. She pulls the Cone of Promise from her purse, cracks open the front door and flings that thing like a hand grenade. It rolls inside and just lies there.

A dud.

Honestly girlfriend, you tried. We love you for that. And just know that I also saw the box of fresh baking soda in the fridge. I have never had cat hair in my fridge like this one did, but honestly, I don’t think baking soda was the answer.

Ok, so let’s take a breather and check out the bags… there’s one on the left and my backpack on the right.

The floral number (almost matches my boots-keep reading) is a thermal tote from Thirty-One Gifts. My friend Heather sells these and she should know that it’s what kept us alive on Carpet Removal Day. I filled it with bottled water and snacks, both of which I enjoyed all by myself, sitting in my car with the A/C on full blast during a break. That’s right, I didn’t bring a chair and just so you’ll know, I wouldn’t sit on that floor for all the tea in China all the litter boxes at Walmart.

Since I travel a lot right now the backpack comes in handy for all kinds of things. It acts as an electronics pack for all my techie gear (chargers, laptop, iPad and whatever else I can stuff in there) plus doubles as a purse for chemo week. We have to pack like we’re staying for a few days just in case of something we don’t want to think about that causes us to become inpatient.

I have learned it does me no good and also makes me quite grumpy to have to carry my purse, a small lunch bag, my laptop and whatever else I can hang on my shoulder, so I have recently begun dumping my purse into the pack. While it makes the same amount of weight I carry, it is easier because otherwise I tend to use the left shoulder for every stinkin’ thing. I do not know why I do this.  Purse, cooler and one strap of the backpack too. Yes, I was carrying all of that on my left shoulder.

Taking a baby to chemo makes me do stupid things sometimes. Go figure, right?

Anyway, the backpack is from Stampin’ Up, the company I rep as I demo scrapbooking and card making. Check me out HERE. The poor thing needs a good scrubbing though… I’m pretty sure there’s something in that bucket to help with that. img_8478-1

The kitchen. Girl, please. Seriously I can’t wait to do the “after” pix. img_8480

Have I mentioned that the trailer was a bit dirty? Let’s just cut to the chase and say “disgusting”. With respect to the gentleman who moved in with his daughter, I have to say surely, he did the best he could. He really didn’t, but I have to say it, right? I mean like, dude, flush. But I’m not going to go there. Well, I did, but now I’m not.

But with respect to me and my role as a caregiver, I put on every bit of protective gear I had (yes, that’s a hazmat suit!).

 

I do not like cooties over here.

I do not like cooties over there.

I do not like cooties in my hair,

I do not like cooties ANYWHERE!

On a nicer note:

Feeling it’s important to document the “real” moments of the day, we posed.

My handsome (and favorite) son in law chose the Dapper Fella posture. He does that so well, don’t you think?

And the closet beside him looks to be cedar.  Well, it is… albeit the thinnest sheet you ever did see, but surely an upgrade in its day, and something the trailer salesman would get a bonus for as he promoted and sold the innovative addition.

Now y’all may be saying, “Hey. I see some pretty nice carpet there!”

Well, strange as it may seem this bedroom was never used. “Used” as in litter box OR guests. But the scent of kitties from the past linger, so OUT it went. 

But like I said, we posed. So I had to get into the action.

I decided to give the “Word up, gangsta.” look a try. Yeah, there are pink floral boots up under there. There’s also a nifty pair of overalls and I’m not sure what else I was wearing. Let’s just say it was a lot of protective gear. (Ref: “cooties” from earlier.)

Ninja Man didn’t join in the whole posing thing. He was much too serious for such antics. Either that or he was overcome by the Bog of Kitty Stench and lost his sense of flair and style.

Y’all will be happy to know that the men got ALL of the carpet, padding and curtains out of the house and we are breathing well! The place smells so much better now and not at all like a litter box.

Oh what joy.

We DID decide that this place is TOTALLY a renovate job. We will live here- if only until we build later. It’s just the right size for us as long as we add a building for my studio. If we do decide to build we will decide the fate of the trailer then. It really depends on how stinkin’ cute it turns out to be!

Thanks for joining me on post #2. Sometimes I’ll write a lot, sometimes not so much. Please subscribe so I’ll think you like me and my blog. Comment so I’ll know you read it, and share it with anyone who clips kitty litter coupons. Today they are my real heroes.

God bless you and thanks for stopping by!

Kathy Bo

Phil. 4:13 “I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me.”

And it begins. 

It’s Wednesday, April 20,2016. But our renovation story began a few weeks ago. 

I’ve been semi-retired for a few years and my sweet husband John is hoping to have a date for retirement soon. 

Meanwhile, we have been trying to figure out just “how” this plan is going to come together. We have prayed a lot over it. We have considered so many options of where as well as how to live once we retire. 

Our first plan was to buy an RV and live in it as we travel the US. But when we took a 13 day trip (see my RV blog here!) we (ok I) said, “Well THAT was crazy!” And we decided that we would need a launching pad.  

 The “launching pad” could be anything from a warehouse apartment to an old church for sale. As far as settling down was concerned, we were as open as could be.  We didn’t have to consider being close to work or even good schools. 

This was truly a first in our 40 years of marriage. 

Suddenly we could think of just us. Well, sorta. 

We agreed that we wanted to be close to our two kids and their families. The problem with that was they live four hours away from one another. 

It was a few weeks after February 15 of this year that it became clear. We would retire near our hometown, just minutes away from our daughter and her family.  February 15 is the day her 17-month old baby girl was diagnosed with neuroblastoma cancer.  She has a good prognosis and an awesome medical team, and we have FAITH that God has a better plan for this baby.  

 Since Baby Wren is having treatment and will be monitored for several years we felt it was a no brainer to settle there. Our daughter needs me now and when I drive the four hours to help, I’m blessed to be staying in a garage apartment at my nephew’s home. 

My daughter was the one who found this place and it is perfectly located just on the outskirts of my favorite town. Our realtor got the ball rolling, we made an offer and now we are just five days from closing. 

THE TRAILER

  There is an elderly man living there now. When we went to see it, it was dark inside, but even in that dim light, we saw that it needs a lot of work. It’s a 1983 double wide (shall we call it “vintage”?) and there are soft places in the floors, a porch on the back rumored to have never been attached to the house, a nice covered porch on the front, two wells and a septic tank that passed inspection just today. 

And there are birds. And old pecan trees. A pear tree, camellias and dogwood trees. And it meets all the requirements of us both. He wanted land in the country, I wanted to be near everything.  This little treasure is just 8 miles from all my favorite stores. 

Besides all these wonderful things to look forward to, daughter is planning a garden! We would love for it to look like THIS: 

 I can’t wait. 

After closing on Monday, I’ll head out to the new place and start clearing out whatever is in the way to see how the “bones” are. 

Best case scenario is that we can live in it after renovation (don’t worry, I’m all about Pinterest!). I’m already planning on using light colors to brighten the place up. Here are some ideas that blogger Elizabeth Phillips shared on her blog! Click Here to see it!

    
   
THAT is why I think we can. I’m so encouraged by Elizabeth’s blog and I eagerly await her next post! 

Next scenario is that it may not be suitable for actually living in but with a few walls knocked out and some linoleum thrown down, it will make a dandy studio. I’m an avid crafter- papercrafts, sewing, knitting and crochet- to name a few. I’d have plenty of space to set up a crafting classroom!

Worst case scenario is that it is an awful-no good-termite eaten-rat infested haven of doom and we just have to bulldoze it. 

I’ll have a better idea of that next week. 

Until then, please sign up to get updates. You’ll see the stages as we go- the good and the bad! And I need all the support I can get! And hey, once you sign up for my updates, feel free to laugh at my poor attempt to take on this task. 

Thanks for following! God bless.

Kathy Bo