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 

Appliances! 

I haven’t said much about our appliances because they are often so utilitarian. 

But wait. 

Here’s what: I got the most basic of all stoves because cooking is a necessity. I have a glass top stove in the Savannah house that we are renting out and I really never enjoyed it. 

We went to pick out the stove and the guy started at the very top of the line. I think he saw my eyes start to cross because clearly I wasn’t interested. 

“Show me the cheapest, bottom of the line model. You know, the one with the burner squiggles like I grew up with.”

We walked past every single stove, oven, drop in, freestanding and whatever else. It was even a little dark in the corner of the cheapest stove known. 

It stood, in all its basic glory, beckoning to me. “Let’s cook…..or not,” it said. This square metal thing spoke my language. If it had said, “No, wait, let’s just eat out!” I would have wrapped my arms around it and kissed it right smack in the clock. Here’s my little cheap friend. So basic. Not showy. No filter either. What you see is what you get. We were meant to be. I’ll tell you about the dishwasher while Ninja Man measures whatever he’s measuring underneath the cheapest stove known to man. 

The dishwasher is the ONLY thing we kept out of the original disgusting house. Ninja Man assured me it was new. So new, in fact, he’s not sure it was even used. I made him check it from stem to stern to be absolutely certain there was nothing disgusting about it. He did and he has proclaimed it perfect. Now that fridge is a whole ‘nother story. 

I saved money on the stove, got a free dishwasher so the fridge was my splurge. 

Did I get the one that will text me when we run out of cheese? No. I’m not THAT bad off. But I did get one with some features I will use all the time. There’s a water and ice dispenser on the left door but that right side… ohhhhh.  It does THIS. Ok, now don’t be thinking that’s my actual fridge. This is a screenshot from the interwebs. The ACTUAL one has no food in it yet. We just got plumbing and electrical finished so I haven’t felt good about having food stored on temporary power. 

But THAT LITTLE DOOR Y’ALL!! Isn’t it the cutest? I know. I’m gonna be playing house big time. 

“Would you like some ketchup with that?” My guest will look up from their coffee, confused, but quickly realizing I’m in my playing-house mode and they will completely understand. We will then discuss where to go to dinner. (They will know my stove is mostly decoration). 

There’s a water heater which irritated us because it had to be here- then moved there- then had to be covered like this and that. Just heat the water. You have ONE job water heater. 

There’s a built in microwave too. I have no clue what it looks like or what it cost. I was busy hugging the refrigerator and hubby just went to aisle 12 or somewhere and came back with a microwave. It was all very magical. 

What’s next at Six Little Acres? Oh, we never know. But we are very eager to get in there and call it home! 

Thanks for stopping by! Please pray for Wren (on FB: Hope for Wren)

God bless. 

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 

The bright side

Things have been a bit trying here at Six Little Acres. 

I’ll compile a list of do’s and dont’s one day after a few margaritas. If I do it now I’ll have to repent. If I do it after, it will be hilarious- and man, do we need to laugh!! Let’s just say if you hire a plumber, check for any and all cracks. Our guy wasn’t a “real” plumber. We just found out we have to start all over. This will most likely rate #1 on my “don’t” list. 

Our bright side today is twofold. 

First, we have a front porch that is getting a much needed paint update. What you’re seeing is the first coat of primer, so it’s pretty bland right now but it’s easy to imagine how the place will come to life once we get all the painting done. 

And by the way, I had to stop at Walmart while I was covered in white paint. One of the managers walked by and jokingly asked if I’d been painting. All I can say about that is this: good thing he didn’t ask on Plumber Crack Day. 

So here’s the before:


After: 

I know, it’s not much, but to us it’s hope for this otherwise hopeless day! 

Next, we have a kitchen! Well, somewhat. The cabinets were delivered this morning. We have to store them until the drywall goes in, which was supposed to have happened weeks ago, but this project is nowhere and I mean NO where ready due to the case of severe plumber crack. (Tune in *much* later for our shed renovation!) 

Remember that IKEA farmhouse sink I posted about before? No? Well, here it is again:

And here is its faucet: have you ever?!?! I can’t wait to use it. 


Here is the cabinet it will sit in- and YES! I WILL FINALLY HAVE A WHITE KITCHEN! I’m sorry, I know I’m shouting, but I’m having to eke (is that a word?) out every smidge of happy I can muster today due to plumber crack. 


See that little metal thingie just inside? It has a little bar light. I don’t recall adding that but apparently we did. These cabinets are the mass produced kind but just right for Six Little Acres. They make me happy. 

Here’s a corner piece that features a lazy Susan. I always felt uneasy about calling out all the Susans in the world who may very well not be lazy, but in my defense it IS an industry term- so here it is. 

Y’all. I’m actually cheering up. This white kitchen with the distressed vinyl flooring (vinyl because we are spending ALL our funbucks on plumber crack) is going to be awesome. I can’t wait. 

But first we have to have plumbing estimates. I have three scheduled now. I think one margarita for each estimate is pretty much fair. Brace yourself for an anything goes blog post. 

Meanwhile, in all seriousness, we are a family of faith! I’m not a heavy drinker, however, this plumbing situation may very well be a catalyst for some folks- but we are faithful and we know that God has a plan. Unlike that empty margarita glass, He has never, EVER run out. Never. And all the plumber cracks in the world will not change His promise!!! He tells us in Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you… plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.” 

We have hope. We have a future. Today we rely on faith and provision to get past the issues we are facing and finish this sweet little disaster called Six Little Acres. 

Thanks for stopping by! I’d love to read your comments, so please feel free to post. God bless! 

Kathy Bo. 

IKEA farm sink

I can’t even say how long it has been since I first wanted a farm sink. What is a farm sink? I dunno, but my definition is a very large apron sink. 

I found one online at IKEA and fell in love with it, but actually getting it was a huge challenge.  Once I ordered, I found that you cannot do some very basic things once you’ve surrendered you hard earned money to IKEA. 

You cannot track an order on the IKEA website. 

You cannot access your order. 

You can do nothing towards seeing what you have ordered. 

What you can do is call the 800 number. 

I called IKEA and held on for 23 SOLID MINUTES before getting a human. 

I told the human, “Wait a minute. This is 2016! We’ve been tracking orders for a hundred years!” 

Human was not amused. 

I had an email – not an order confirmation- oh no- that sort of thing apparently is too high tech for IKEA. The email showed it had shipped, via some carrier, and it gave an order number. I gave that number to Human. 

“It has shipped,” Human informed me. 

I was now into about 28 minutes to find out what I already knew. 

I was told to call the shipper to get more information. 

I called. I was told immediately that the sink was broken- or lost- and IKEA should have gotten with me to replace it. There was a faucet too. It was going to be held for the replacement to arrive and they would ship together. 

Oh happy day. 

Well, except that I now had to go through all that IKEA customer service call stuff again. 

We were in the process of a mega move. Why mega? Because: long story. Trust me, it will make you cry. Ugly cry. I’ll save the whole sordid tale for a night out where ice cold low carb beer flows from a tap. Then we will laugh and laugh and laugh. In between bathroom breaks I’m really funny when I get ice cold low carb beer on tap. Really funny. 

A few calls later and my sink was on its way. It finally came, amid a bit of drama (full disclosure on cold beer night).


Isn’t it adorable? Joanna Gaines uses these all the time on her Fixer Upper show. 

But as fabulous as my 108 lb, 36″ sink is, it’s just a fancy birdbath unless you have a faucet. 

And my long-awaited sink/birdbath needed a really neat faucet. One just like this:


And that happened to be the one that is, to this day, waiting on its sink in a dark corner somewhere on a loading dock. 

So I called IKEA and got a REAL human, one who clearly excels at everything IKEA and without a doubt is an overachiever in life. She is probably also cute and will be cute even when she is old. 

I liked her anyway. 

So much so that I asked for her supervisor so I could share how helpful she was in getting my replacement faucet on its way to me. 

IKEA may lack what most third world countries have in decent customer service, but I still love their products. Even better are their meatballs. But that’s when I’m fortunate enough to be able to actually go to the IKEA store and not order online or by phone. 

Imagine the length of time to get meatballs delivered. I’d starve. 

So the sink is here and the faucet FINALLY shipped 8 days (7 to 10 was the timeframe) after I called. It is actually paired with a tracking number and FedEx will bring it on Friday. 

I’ll post a selfie with it on social media and only readers of this blog will have a clue about why I’m posing with a faucet and a smile. 

It will be a great story to share. At least if we have some cold beer first. Then it will be hilarious. 

Thanks for stopping by and God bless!

Kathy Bo