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. 

Hey- Six Little Acres has a Facebook page! There’s extra content that doesn’t make it into the blog, so be sure and “like” the page. 

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

God bless,

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

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 

Shut the Front Door

My last post reflected a bit of a desperate meltdown. I’m happy to say, despite the critics and naysayers, we stepped back, compared our challenges to our abilities and realized what we needed was help.

We found a contractor who, at this writing, seems to be awesome. Let’s hope all goes as planned. Ninja Man and I are pretty confident that it’s working out well with him. No pre-pay, we pay him on Saturday for his work during the week. We buy the materials. It’s a good plan. 

Meanwhile, this is costing more than we anticipated. The trade off is that we have help! The crew comes in and knocks out in one day what took us the better part of a week. 

Our contractor is doing the floors and walls. That is, removing ALL sub flooring and that hideous paneling, PLUS… are y’all ready for this? A few walls. 

Yeah. Walls. 

I’m pretty happy about that. 

This home is a 3 bedroom. Mind if I tell you what I think about that? Well, here’s my theory:

I believe in usable space. That makes our lifestyle a bit quirky, such as: that dining room where the family gathers for Sunday dinner? Well, in our case since it’s just the two of us most of the time, so that Sunday dinner thing really meant Thanksgiving. 

One day when I was particularly frustrated with the annual utilization of the dining room and the possible seven-night per year usage of only one of our two guest rooms, I did the “math”. 

Disclaimer: I’m not a mathematician- but- it just made sense to me to figure it this way:

Add mortgage payment, HOA fee (yeah, THAT thing), monthly utilities and insurance. Divide that by the number of rooms in the house. It’s pretty generalized but gives a halfway decent idea of how much these rooms cost us per month. 

I scratched my head and figured it again. 

Yep. These rooms were costing us a small fortune just to sit there looking pretty in the slight chance someone may come to visit. 

I’ll try to insert some pics later- but cute as these rooms were, we weren’t USING them. What we were doing was PAYING for them to sit void of use throughout the year. 

At first, the dining room was converted into a library, which we rarely used. But once we added some specialty machines, it became my sewing studio. 

Those TWO guest rooms? Yeah. Easy to figure what to do there. I’m a serious crafter and  man, I needed space. Ninja Man’s hobby could fit on a card table, so we found it a no-brainer to turn one of the guest rooms into a crafting studio. His card table hobby is in the garage and he has a great setup that he loves. 

This change meant:

Our rooms are truly in use! 

No wasted space. 

One guest room, because there are some friends and family who do come to see us. 

And freedom! Freedom of doing what everyone expects and freedom to be quirky as well as resourceful. 

So what has this got to do with Six Little Acres? 

This is a three-bedroom-about-to-be-a-one-or-two-bedroom UTILIZED-space home. “One  or two” means we are removing walls and closets (yep! CLOSETS) and making two bedrooms into one. This large space may become our master bedroom, or, as originally planned, my studio. 

I don’t want to spoil all the fun so I’ll leave you with this: 

We are going to install two of these in two separate areas of the house. Which style do you like best?  I’m loving #1, but that could be because I’m pretty sure I can find those doors at Habitat for Humanity. 

Just comment below and I’d love it if you would share my post! Maybe I’ll have a giveaway at some point- right now all I have to share is a lot of faith and sawdust. 


God bless y’all! Thanks for stopping by. 

Kathy Bo 

A very hard day

Ok y’all, I’m just gonna lay this out here. This is my view from the RV. 

I am overwhelmed. 

The work laid out before us just seemed impossible today. I’m wondering HOW can anyone live with the filth this man existed in every single day. And then I feel guilty- I don’t know his story- and while I’m trying to be considerate- today I don’t care to know why, how or what kept him from simply trying. 

I know enough. Today we have peeled back some layers, enough to make us second guess this whole thing. 

No-debt retirement??? If achieving that means we have to live in a slum house then sign me up for the 30 year plan with the house in town. I’d like a pool too, please. 

I’ve cried today. I said a few choice words when I hurt my back – again- and my fingertips are split and covered in bandaids. My hands are in a lot of pain.

Worse- Ninja Man fell really hard and missed a saw blade by “that” much. He skinned his forehead and his shoulder hurt for quite a while. 

He is 62. I am 57 – and a half. 

By afternoon we took some time and sat on the porch, discussing our options. We have a few. 

I made some calls and sent some emails and texts as he and I discussed abandoning this ship or try to hire some deckhands. 

I think it feels good to have “some” power when the odds are so overwhelming, and we felt better once we had voiced our worries about this place. 

And after we talked, you know what we did? 

We went to Home Depot for more supplies. 

I’m not gonna lie. I’m in tears, y’all. I’m exhausted and more than a little concern that we are moving along very slowly. 

I feel a bit defeated today but you know, I expect to be stronger in the morning. We love this place. We love the night sounds, the quiet mornings and every moment in between. 
Stronger tomorrow is the plan. I have to be. There’s a can of Kilz and some paint rollers with my name on it.

Hey- before I sign off, I’m reminded of Philippians 4:13, one of my favorite verses. Today I am emphasizing “can”. “I CAN do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”  We are praying for God’s strength and His will. 

Meanwhile we will continue on the path we feel we are being led- albeit tears, bandaids and bruises. 

God bless y’all. Thanks for stopping by. 

Kathy Bo and her bandaids box.