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 

Hiding some UGLY

This ugly behemoth is so ugly no one wants it. “No one” includes the gas companies I called. 

I offered to give it away. 

Don’t want the tank? Ok, then take the gas. There’s 800 lbs of it. Yeah. 

Gas companies: we cannot empty it. We cannot take it. 

And then there was a guy who said no and no to emptying and taking- BUT – he would MOVE IT for us. 

Oh happy day. 

Here’s where it was:I suppose as ugly propane tanks go, this one is not much worse than its counterparts, but our home is completely electric now and the only propane will be used for a generator and whatever outdoor fire pit / cooking we do. 

I may or may not have complained about this tank for over a year now. Ninja Man actually had two days off so I made a few calls and got that thing moved to here: (in the woods!) it’s in a remote area that will not obstruct my view of things like birds, grass and… well, birds and grass. 

We were advised by the tank moving man that it will be a hassle to fill when it gets low. 

What tank moving man doesn’t know is that I NEVER intend to fill it again. What I plan to do is get one of my redneck friends a six pack and get him to cut that sucker in half. 

Now THAT would make an awesome fire pit. Y’all think I’m kidding- nope. My fire pit is just a few hundred gallons away. 

What can I say? I’m a cheap date. 

Thanks for stopping by and God bless. 

Please visit Hope for Wren on Facebook. 

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.