Monday, August 3, 2015

The Pillar of Fire -or- How We Found Our New Home.

As I mentioned before, we moved twice this year. In February, we moved into the basement of my sister's house where my parents were living after she took a job in Denver. About the time we moved in, she received an offer on her house and a month later we were moving out again.

From the time we moved in, I was in house hunting mode. After much thought and discussion (and a lot of bullying on my part) Larch and I came to the conclusion that it would be financially wise to rent a place with my parents rather than a place on our own. Not only would this save us money, it would give our children some added stability with my crazy retail work schedule and put babysitters only so far away as the next room.

We looked, and we looked, and we looked and every time we put in an application we were the second person to apply or our credit was not good enough (read spotless). About a week before my sister was due to sign papers and close, my dad and I were driving around looking for a place.

We had a set of keys in our hand to go and look at one last house when we noticed a pillar of black smoke. There was a house on fire somewhere. The further north we drove, the more obvious it was that the fire was only a couple blocks east of the road we were on. Being the sick, morbid, and depraved people we are, we decided to take a detour.

Of course, the cops and the fire department had the road with the actual fire blocked off, because as it turns out, everyone in north Idaho is sick and morbid. There were at least 20 other cars that had obviously chosen to drive the same route as us to see the fire. We were forced to go down to the next road in order to continue our journey north. As we turned, I read the street sign and commented that I thought one of the local rental companies had a listing on this road, but that we hadn't bothered with it because it was on the very top end of our price range.

Turns out, it was through the rental company my husband and I had just left. The house was actually about 100 a month over budget, but it sits on .964 acres, had a four car attached garage, a heated shop, and a very large pole barn. We immediately put in our application and we signed the lease, 3 hours after my sister had signed the closing papers on the house we had been occupying. We were in the process of making hotel reservations and obtaining a storage unit (or two) when we got the call that we had been approved.

And that is how God led us to our new home with a pillar of fire....er...smoke.

Just a note, as we were moving our stuff in, I drove down the road the burning house was on. It was a total loss. All that is left is the foundation. And I'm pretty sure they tore that out last month. I feel bad for the family that lost their house/home, but am grateful no one was hurt and that it led us to be not homeless.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Hey guess what? I'm not dead.

When I started this blog, how ever many years ago, I told my husband I was gonna be pseudo-famous and make money by sitting on the internet and writing about stupid stuff. I was so funny! I can't seem to blog for more than a few months at a time without getting distracted by something in life and totally forgetting that I even have a bl---SQUIRREL!

So, here we are almost 10 months later and I'm gonna try again. Maybe this time I can keep at it. But really, let's not set unrealistic expectations. Let's just enjoy what we have for however long my ADHD brain can hold on to it.

In the last ten months, I have moved. Twice. Gone on a vacation that wasn't really a vacation. Discovered that I am actually a really good seamstress. Turned 30 and gotten pregnant. Those last two may or may not have happened on the same day/weekend.

The moving happened when in January Larch and I realized that we were more behind than we thought and were not going to be able to catch up. We moved into the basement of my sister's house with my parents. That is to say, my sister had taken a job in Denver and my parents were living in the house she owned up here and we moved in to lower our rent and also to help them be able to make the mortgage payment so my sister could afford to rent in Denver. A month later, my sister sold her house and we moved with my parents into a slightly larger house that is really super awesome and that we didn't get keys to until 2 hours after my sister had closed on the house we were living in. That is really it's own blog post and I will get to that soon. Probably tomorrow or more likely next week.

Last month, I went on a road trip to visit my grandparents in New Mexico for the last time and to help them move into my Aunts house. I don't want to talk about that. It was great and it sucked because unless we will the lottery, I will not get to go back.

The seamstress thing was a given, it just took me more time than other people to realize the truth about my own abilities.

The pregnant and 30 thing. I turned 30 April 5th of this year. Four days earlier for April Fools Day, I had jokingly told my sister we were pregnant by sending her a picture of a positive pregnancy test I had stolen of the internet. I called my mom to warn her, in case my sister freaked out and called her. My mom then turned around and used that information to prank my dad, who then took it and pranked my grandparents. Two weeks later, what I thought was the worst hangover in recent history turned out to be morning sickness mixed with the consequences of partying hard for my brother in law's 30th birthday. No more partying for me till New Years. We are due December 26th. We do not yet know what the baby's gender is but we will be finding out on August 12th if the baby decides to cooperate.

I think that is all the major news. Johnny is 8 now and Lily is 5 and starts kindergarten this fall.

Friday, October 3, 2014

David Tennant and Boobies or Why I shouldn't buy Coffee at 10 PM

At just before midnight on Monday, I was trying to unwind from work and I took the chance that Tennille would be awake nursing Sweet Boy and texted her. This is what happened.

ME: I had a ten minute convo with CuteCoffeeBoy tonight.
Tennille: So is he gay?

(I had been debating whether or not he was straight or not straight. He is a barista after )

Me: We talked about music. He is a  musician. Which doesn't rule out gay, but we didn't talk about show tunes so...I don't know, I think my gaydar is broken. And I'm listening to PBS and I think that David Tennant is narrating a documentary about birds.
 How's the for a non sequitur?
Tennille: We are BFFs your "non-sequitur" is "NORMAL"...lol XD
Me: lol 
It's called Penquins: A Spy in the Huddle and he does 3 episodes. 
 And it's his Scottish voice not his Doctor voice. 
Tennille: I could listen to Tennant narrate the Gettysburg Address. 
Me: He could read the freaking phone book. 
Tennille: " Yep. Yes he could...*sigh* 
Me: I like the way he says pain-gwen 
 He just said boobies! I'm sure he's talking about birds but... 
Tennille: hahaha 
Me: "Here the boobies have the advantage." He wonderful is that sentence when spoken by David Tennant? 
Tennille:" Oh geeze. Too funny. 
Me: I was shopping for bra's online when he said it. Really and truly.

And that ladies and gentlemen is why I should never be allowed to drink coffee after midnight while texting.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Saturdays in Redneckville: A Sunday Hike

Like any blogger who is convinced they can become famous, I try to drive traffic to my blog by reading and commenting on other blogs. I'm not sure it works, but I have come across some blogs that I really enjoy and have begun reading regularly (because as a full time mother, full time failing housewife, and part time fabric store employee I totally have hours to waste devote to reading blogs online for the sheer enjoyment of it). One of the blogs I have become addicted to is Tilting at Windmills authored by CWMartin. He regularly writes about walks he takes with his dog, Scrappy, complete with pictures. One of these posts inspired me to take a hike as a family. Lucky for me the Seahawks had a bye week and Larch and I both have Sundays off. I told Larch I wanted to go for a hike, but I wanted a trail or a road or something to walk on because I am a wimp and smart money says at least one of us will be carrying at least one of the children at least part way back to the car. He thought about it, and picked probably the most awesome last minute destination ever.



We drove for an hour, maybe more, I was distracted by the view.

On any good hike, we start with food.


This is not a no trespassing gate. This is a keep the motorized vehicles out gate. My son pointed out that someone just drove their four wheeler around the gate. 


Lily never wants to hold Daddy's hand.


This was about a half mile in.


According to Larch, these are hallucinogenic. I will take his word for it as they also contain arsenic. 



This is blurry, but it is a really old wheelbarrow. This is how we knew we were getting close to our final destination.


Old Mine shack/shaft. Well played husband.

So what does any good North Idaho family do?


 We get closer...


and closer...


and look inside.



And we go around and find another building. We think it was an office, living space, or MAYBE a secondary entrance.


See...Daddy has to carry Lily at least some of the time.



You can't tell from this picture, but we think this is the remains of a cooking stove.


It's hunting season, so we make our dog wear an orange vest.


Still carrying Lily.


That blue out there between the close mountains and the far mountains, is Lake Pend Oreille.

While I was busy taking picture of the distant lake, the kids were doing this...


We ended the day at Superman and Lois Lane's. Superman and Larch brewed some beer that should be ready around Halloween, while we watched movies and the kids played in the dirt. And Johnny lost another tooth.

He could be a Jack O'Lantern for Halloween this year. Or a cage fighter.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Saturday in Redneckville: Football Fever

You would more or less have to live under a rock to not realize that it is football season in the USA. I mean the kind with a brown oval ball and big black men in pads and helmets, not the one with the round ball and men in shorts running around. I happen to be a pretty decent football fan. Wait, I am a Seahawks fan, not really football in general. I watch games in which my team plays but I don't take time out of my Monday and Thursday to watch teams whose merchandise I don't buy.

I am not going to give you a run down of the Seattle/Denver game. We won and that's all the matters. The fact that it was in overtime just means that my heart rate and blood pressure were very likely temporarily at unhealthy rates.

 I brought up football because, I learned this weekend that my husband could take it or leave it when it comes to watching football, but I might have a conniption if I miss a game. If the fact that I kicked my husband out while the game was on (the Seahawks play better when he listens on the radio at his brothers) wasn't weird enough, I "watched" the game with my sister via Facebook messenger.  She recently moved to Denver. (I should maybe call her and make sure her Seahawk loyalties didn't get her killed or maimed today.) While we aren't, and never were, very close, she, like me, lettered in football in high school, so we do sort of bond over football. And it's no fun to watch by yourself.

Also, these amazing  pictures of my kids amusing themselves while I screamed at the sweaty young men on my television.

Johnny made himself "overalls" out of a plastic shopping bag while on time out.

I have no idea what Lily was doing here. She was just sitting there making this face.

P.S. I guess I better clarify the lettering in football. Neither my sister or I actually played football. She did get tackled once though. We were the statisticians.  We ran up and down the sidelines during the game keeping track of yards run and yards passed, interceptions, fumbles, and all that wonderful stuff. Our duties included traveling with the team to all away games. For anyone who thinks keeping stats for two years in a row doesn't really qualify you for a letter, try taking hour plus bus rides home with a team of football players. Most of them shower, but their pads still reek. I paid my dues.