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Sep 30, 2013

Did you know sweet potatoes are amazing?

So, I still don't feel 100% at home in the new joint.
I know, it's only been two weeks.
But I am realizing a lot of my tchochke crap that fills the corners of every room and the face of the fridge and a million additional Halloween decorations and probably my good dishes, are all still sitting in a pile in Bayou's shop.
You know, to get rid of the clutter for our feeble attempts to sell our house?

Speaking of Halloween.
Our new house presents new challenges with Halloween decorating.
Good and bad.

Sep 26, 2013

This is a Story.....Part 4

Still lost?

Make sure you catch up with Parts 1, then 2, then 3....and let's wrap this shit up already!

I am teetering on the brink of quitting my job.
Going against everything I was told was right.
Giving up.
Letting go.

Sep 24, 2013

This is a Story....Part 3

Fancy seeing you here! Let's continue our path down memory lane.

Catch up, will ya! 

Here is Part 1.
And Part 2.

Whew.......leggo!!!

Sep 23, 2013

This is a story....Part 2

Just catching up or new around here?
I'm rappin' about the brief, and boring, history of how Bayou and I came to be in our new digs.

Here is Part 1 to catch up.

We were deflated.
It seemed like we would be stuck in this home for the long haul, because, well....what could we do?

Sep 19, 2013

This is a story all about how, my life got flipped turned upside down.....Part 1

I started to write to get some frustrations out about some family drama, and while I may end up getting to that, what ended up happening instead was a walk down memory lane and how my husband got to where we are today. It's long and goes off on tangents so will broken up in sections.

Here is #1.

Five years ago, Bayou and I sat in our little hottub, amidst a snowy background.
Dressed in bathing suits and winter hats, we drank wine while looking up at our rooftop Christmas lights.



We talked about our future together in that home, what we would like to upgrade or add on, what we had grown tired of, what we hated.
If we ever moved, we wanted it to be THE home. Bayou had already moved a few times, from rental to rental, and finally settled into this home a few years prior. He ferociously warned me of the "joys" of moving.
I smiled wildly, both not really knowing what he meant and thinking,

How hard could it really be? We aren't hoarders.

Sep 11, 2013

Oh Well.

Life.
You twisted bastard.

So, I am not going to get into much detail, but I can tell you this:
Apparently my life was going along too swimmingly this last week or so and it needed to knock me down a peg.
To stop gloating.
To stop reveling in how easy everything was happening.

Well, I suppose I should say this much.

Sep 5, 2013

I wide da Twain

Dudes, I didn't have much motivation for writing anything in particular this morning until a squacking lady bird entered my train car.
Jesus baby of the rings...what is WITH people not understanding that they are in a public area and no one else gives a damn what your drama is!?
No one.
Everyone can hear you.
Especially the poor sap on the other end.

This lends me to discuss some important points of
Proper Train Etiquette 
aka
Don't Be A Jagoff to Everyone Else in the History of Ever. 



This will become an ongoing series so pay attention fools.

Sep 3, 2013

Oops....We Did It Again

Who put our home back on the market on Friday?
We did.

Who caught a guy snooping around our home Sunday afternoon?
I did.

Who convinced him he should buy our home?
We did.

And who is officially under contract with said creeper and sold our house again in two days?
US!

That's right. Done and done. Another exciting chapter hopefully closed again.
Here's how it went down.