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 

Step by Step

Y’all know there’s never a dull moment here at Six Little Acres. 

Today’s menu features a whopping helping of concrete chunks, thrown rather impressively by Ninja Man himself. 

Feel free to say things like, “oomph” and “ummmph”. Ninja could use the encouragement. I know, I know, I’ve asked this before- but is there anything Ninja Man can’t do? 

Okay, 40 years with him and I will say communication is not his cup of tea- but he makes up for it with stuff like this: This morning he began demo’ing (is that even a word?) these steps that were made by today’s version of Laurel and Hardy. Just in case you’re too young to know who they are, here’s an image (silent movie days) and as a bonus, the house they built. Thankful this is NOT Six Little Acres. 

Anyway, Ninja Man and my brother Dave made a concrete pad for our steps. This replaces the ridiculous Laurel and Hardy chunks of concrete that were rather easily broken apart by an axe wielding Ninja Man. 

Here’s brother Dave making his little sis very happy. Seriously, y’all, I cried when he arrived. Now y’all know I cry a lot anyway, but when he got here I was just as thankful as I could be.  I saw him get out of his truck and it was like this.

I’d already been sweating in the sun with a paint roller, heavy gloves, my t-shirt sleeves gathered up with painters tape, a ladder and my flowery rain boots (protection from snakes, right?) Oh, and shorts. Yes I was wearing shorts. 
Now don’t be commenting about how so-and-so got snake bit right through her flowery rain boots because I won’t be able to go back outside. 

Ever. 

The Good Lord knows that after dealing with baby cancer for the last 16 months, that I have NO FEAR – except for snakes. Seriously I would just go ahead and have my heart attack right then and there and it would take weeks to figure out what kilt me. 

Ain’t nobody got time fo dat. And I’m thankful that I have not seen the first one. Yes, THEY have probably seen me. I know. I KNOW. I K*N*O*W so STOPPIT. 😂

Back to the situation at hand. Those steps. 

Here’s what we have now, concrete waiting to dry. What y’all can’t hear is Ninja Man yelling across Six Little Acres, reminding me there are no stairs. 

Awwww.  He’s a keeper. 

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Thanks for stopping by and please keep Baby Wren in your prayers. 

God bless,

Kathy Bo 

Floored. 

I almost didn’t include that picture of the little piece of wallpaper on the wall, but I figured if you have a great imagination, you may be able to get an idea of my new kitchen. 

Meanwhile, we finally found flooring we could afford for Six Little Acres. This is vinyl, and I’m so excited that those of us on serious budgets can get something like this. 
It’s from Lumber Liquidators. It’s called Copper Ridge Oak. It’s “supposed” to be water resistant, but I don’t really want to put it to the test! Here’s a link: Flooring

Anyway, it’s going all over the house and we will replace the carpet in the RV with it if we have enough left. 

I found this wallpaper y’all. 

Again, I can’t even. 

It’s highly possible that it will be perfect for my farmhouse style kitchen. I’m way over the moon in love with it. It’s actually from JoAnn and it’s called Old Salem. 

I used a 40% off coupon and got free shipping! Here’s where you can find it:  JoAnn
So as thrilled as we were to find the flooring we wanted and could afford, there was no delivery option. Ninja Man and I unloaded about 56 boxes – each around 50 lbs. Our favorite son in law helped with the first load but after that it was just us old folks! 

Pictured below is your truly. I carried the boxes to the porch and Ninja Man took them into the house. Those porch steps were good exercise! 

This is the underlay for the flooring. It weighs nothing. It was a nice break from all that flooring. 

Here’s a bunch of the flooring. This is the most of it- and wow. We have A LOT of work to do. 

We are getting closer and closer. Hard to believe but it’s happening. 

Have I mentioned how much I love the town we will be moving to? Well, I do- especially since it was home just 20 years ago. Still a sweet place and well suited with all the necessities: JoAnn, Michaels and Hobby Lobby. Oh, and a Target. Yeah, my kind of place!

Thanks for stopping by and God bless!

Kathy Bo 

A mowin’ we will go!

Ever since we closed on Six Little Acres, we have been trying to get someone to mow the grass. 
We asked friends who gave us names and numbers. We called all of them. 

No one called back. Did y’all hear that? No. One. 

It’s not like I said, “Hey, I need over two acres cut on a regular basis for $50 a shot.” Nope. I didn’t say that, mainly because I know that no one in their right mind would do such a thing for a mere $50, and besides, it’s a bit more than two acres before you get to the woods. 

What I said was, “I need someone to cut my grass” and I left my name and number. 

That used to work like magic. Clearly, it doesn’t anymore. 

My favorite son in law (you know, the FSIL) asked a guy who said we would need a bush hog and $400. 

I voted no on that one. 

Ninja Man and I discussed it at great length and a mower was born. 

It was in the budget but we were hoping to wait until later. That is, we were hoping we could FIND SOMEONE TO CUT IT until we were ready to buy one. 

So we made eleventy-billion calls for a full week, the daughter looked on Craig’s List and visited some mower shops. 

Nada. 

We finally found a sale and the folks would hold it for us. 

We set out on the 4.5 hour trek from “home” to “home” with these knuckleheads. 


And that’s our Hoover, passive aggressively demonstrating that he doesn’t-have-enough-room-so-he-has-to-do-his-big-ole-het-like-this. Remarkably, his neck works just fine. 

So we arrived and someone wanted a rubber chicken and some treats from the Rubber Chicken and Treats store. 


We picked up the mower and a snazzy little wagon to pull behind it. 

Ninja Man had to try it out. 

See how long that stinkin grass is??? Yeah. THAT long. Snake long. Weird bugs that bite long. 

I ended up mowing (and mowing and mowing) while Ninja Man did this:


Were we ever delighted to see NICE WOOD beneath that hideous vinyl!! 

We decided this would be the temporary bedroom. 

Yep. We stayed there. This is now a kitty-pee-free-zone. Thanks to the removal of any and all textiles as well as my FSIL and some crazy air purifier, the place now just smells like wood and sawdust. It’s not the Hyatt, but it’s “doable” to stay in, albeit camping style. 

And since there are five of us, we needed two inflatables. They worked just fine. 

That’s a tarp on the floor – gotta protect those mattresses. Just in case someone needs a nap. 

But Wait. 

There’s work to be done. 

Not only did I mow the grass, I also rented a pressure washer and removed a few layers of I’m not sure what off of the porch, house and anything else that wasn’t moving. 

I didn’t get a good photo of the pressure washing (⬆️ that’s the soapy stuff) but here are some before and afters: 

  

The FSIL finished it for me while I watched the grandLittles. The porch and those stairs look great now. Next is to paint a protective coating on to keep it nice. 
Later that day I tried to install this shower head. I got as far as opening the package, losing a washer and putting it together before I realized we needed a tool that we didn’t have. I had to postpone THIS project until Ninja Man could get the tool. 

It isn’t nearly as fancy as it looks but dang skippy it’s better than what we had. 

I cleaned the tub and walls and floor and counter top and sink THREE times. This is the bathroom I was just gonna set on fire but Ninja Man cleaned the toilet and suddenly, there was promise. Believe it or not, this is a nice bathroom and far better than the other one. 

Speaking of good wood (as mentioned above) Ninja Man was super encouraged to see THESE floor joists in excellent health. We stayed busy while these monkeys didn’t miss a moment of their beauty rest. 

Good thing SOMEONE got some rest. Bless him. I helped carry the rest. Ninja doesn’t ask for help- and those things were HEAVY. Here’s the other stuff we did: daughter planted grapes. She is in charge of all the edible goodies on the property. Isn’t she beautiful! 

And we had a septic company come by to add a hookup so we can bring the camper later on. They also moved a metal carport thingie for us. 

We decided to simply connect these together. It became a GREAT idea a bit later when we were able to sit in the shade and feel the breeze. That new wood on the old shed is due to that red carport dousing water on it every time it rained – hence, the decision to move it. More repair later on, but for now it will do. 

This is how it looked before:

That metal thing is the carport. We will rebuild the shed eventually. It looks terrible now but so did that bathroom! A bit of repair (OK, a LOT of repair) and we will get there!

Good thing is we aren’t in a hurry. We have a momentum going and several weeks this summer to get a lot done. Focus: interior refurb and exterior repair. 

Y’all pray for us. 

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Love ya. Mean it. 

God bless. 

Kathy Bo 

Phil. 4:13

Favorite son in law

There are so many reasons Ian is my favorite son in law. 

He adores my daughter and their girls. 

He loves a good pun. 

He’s really really easy to scare. 

He once sat by my bedside after I had major surgery and stayed in that chair beside me for hours. Every time I woke up he was there. 

He is very thoughtful. 

He thinks I make the best eggs ever. 

I guess I have to say it’s a good thing he is my favorite because he is also my ONLY son in law, as I have only one daughter and one son. Here’s today’s spoiler alert: there’s also a favorite daughter in law. 

Today he earned another gold star because he did this:

Let’s just talk about ↖️that bush right there. 

It’s a rare breed of holly called a Doggone Hot Mess. Yes it is. Don’t try to look it up, just trust me. 

That dang thing was in charge of those steps. When I say “in charge” I mean we had to navigate around that monster the whole time we were working last week. It was like the school bully trying to steal my lunch money. 

But I couldn’t avoid it. The prickly thing tried to grab me at least five times. I was already freaked out with the cooties (see first post and hazmat suit) so of course dodging it Every. Single. Time. just made me ornery. That Hot Mess just OWNED those steps. 

Ain’t nobody got time for that. 

FSIL (favorite son in law) heard me proclaim that the bush had to go, and lo and behold, go it did; via Sawsall. 

Yes, I said Sawsall. (Pronunciation: saws-all because it, well, saws all.) My husband calls it a non-discriminatory cutting device. 

My FSIL tried to use other tools but it was super hot on the Six Little Acres today. It was also humid. Toss in a cantankerous weed eater and clearly, it was time to improvise. 

The problem was that the saw was inside the house and he left the key at home. 

Here’s some math for you: My FSIL is a mere five-foot-fifteen-inches tall. 

He is a big guy. This photo illustrates how tall he is. Okay, it really doesn’t, but I like this picture. Anyway, he had to climb through a window in order to retrieve the saw. 


And he hacked that awful bush to smithereens.  

And then he did this:

That’s the back of the trailer. I can only imagine the vermin that skedaddled out of there when that big guy started whacking down those bushes with a Sawsall. 

Now to get the place mowed and pressure washed, painted, interior completely renovated and get my man retired. 

Piece of cake, right? We are excited and prayerful that this is going to be really nice some day soon. Meanwhile, my FSIL made it lots better than how we left it when we came home last Sunday. 

That’s just one more reason he’s my favorite. 

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God bless,

Kathy Bo. 

Phil. 4:13