I was told by a friend today that it is TOTALLY because I am dealing with people from Kingman.
Her exact words were, and I quote,
"It is just Kingman people. Even if they have an education they are still stupid".
Now while I dislike making assumptions and lumping everyone into one group, I am beginning to think she is right!
SO glad to be out of here this weekend!
YAYNESS!!!
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Monday, February 8, 2016
The Beginning Of The End
So tomorrow I finish packing the sewing room and loading all onto the trailer.
And then?
Wednesday I drive the trailer to the new house and begin to unpack all the boxes into various places. Kitchen stuff here, Sewing room stuff there. Books over there and garden tools over here. February marks the last month at the old rental house!
Do you ever wonder if you have made the right choice? This is the time when I cannot go back. Regardless of the doubts I have of my abilities, I have to move forward. I am excited. But I am also sad. And a little scared. In how you look at this situation I am either moving forward or taking a few steps back.
I have always felt that when you pray a prayer and all of a sudden things fall into place, that is God moving. And when you pray a prayer and in trying to move forward you find stumbling blocks, that is God protecting you from a wrong choice.
When I moved to Colorado the stumbling blocks were EVERYWHERE. A trip that should have taken 15 hours took 3 flippin' DAYS. When I made the decision to move back to Arizona, within a week, I had a job. I had a new home and all was clear.
The same with this little house and property. Said a prayer and it fell in my lap, so to speak.
Odd thing. In my devotions this morning from the book, Jesus Calling, by Sarah Young, the text said that when you feel overwhelmed or unsure to just call out His name. He is there.
I am so glad that I do not have to live my adventures alone. I am glad Jesus is there to help me when I stand before my Goliath. I am glad Jesus is there when He bids me to step out in the stormy waters to walk in faith.
And so I shall.
And then?
Wednesday I drive the trailer to the new house and begin to unpack all the boxes into various places. Kitchen stuff here, Sewing room stuff there. Books over there and garden tools over here. February marks the last month at the old rental house!
Do you ever wonder if you have made the right choice? This is the time when I cannot go back. Regardless of the doubts I have of my abilities, I have to move forward. I am excited. But I am also sad. And a little scared. In how you look at this situation I am either moving forward or taking a few steps back.
I have always felt that when you pray a prayer and all of a sudden things fall into place, that is God moving. And when you pray a prayer and in trying to move forward you find stumbling blocks, that is God protecting you from a wrong choice.
When I moved to Colorado the stumbling blocks were EVERYWHERE. A trip that should have taken 15 hours took 3 flippin' DAYS. When I made the decision to move back to Arizona, within a week, I had a job. I had a new home and all was clear.
The same with this little house and property. Said a prayer and it fell in my lap, so to speak.
Odd thing. In my devotions this morning from the book, Jesus Calling, by Sarah Young, the text said that when you feel overwhelmed or unsure to just call out His name. He is there.
I am so glad that I do not have to live my adventures alone. I am glad Jesus is there to help me when I stand before my Goliath. I am glad Jesus is there when He bids me to step out in the stormy waters to walk in faith.
And so I shall.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
I should have known better......
These days you need CONTRACTS.
Such a dang shame, but the reality is? YOU NEED CONTRACTS. The days of a verbal agreement and a handshake no longer can be trusted.
It really is no big deal. Well actually it IS a big deal. But hey. Live and learn right?
I hired a guy with a backhoe to come out and level a spot for temporary pens until I could get the barn site leveled. He and his wife met me at the new place, looked over the spot, we talked about this job, talked about the barn leveling job for later, and he quoted me a price for the leveling of the temporary pens.
We agreed. He would start work on Wednesday. We shook hands and then on Monday, I got cash and paid him, with his wife right there, paid him the money. He postponed the job for 2 days, came out on Friday and started the job. I gave him a ride home that night so his wife would not have to drive over and pick him up. Saturday, I picked him up and took him back to finish the job. He did and all was well. THAT was over a week ago.
Today he calls and wants more money because he did not charge me for? DRIVING THE BACKHOE OVER. Really? A week later? Please. Legally I owe him NOTHING.
Will I pay him that money? Yes I will. Because he did a couple of extra things for me, but NOT for travel time.
Will I ever hire him again??? AB. SO. LUTE. LY. NOT!!!
And whomever I do hire? I want a WRITTEN contract. With a professional....not somebody who has his sign up and is not licensed. I might pay more, but at least I will not have stupid surprises like this guy sprung on me.
I won't make that mistake again!
Such a dang shame, but the reality is? YOU NEED CONTRACTS. The days of a verbal agreement and a handshake no longer can be trusted.
It really is no big deal. Well actually it IS a big deal. But hey. Live and learn right?
I hired a guy with a backhoe to come out and level a spot for temporary pens until I could get the barn site leveled. He and his wife met me at the new place, looked over the spot, we talked about this job, talked about the barn leveling job for later, and he quoted me a price for the leveling of the temporary pens.
We agreed. He would start work on Wednesday. We shook hands and then on Monday, I got cash and paid him, with his wife right there, paid him the money. He postponed the job for 2 days, came out on Friday and started the job. I gave him a ride home that night so his wife would not have to drive over and pick him up. Saturday, I picked him up and took him back to finish the job. He did and all was well. THAT was over a week ago.
Today he calls and wants more money because he did not charge me for? DRIVING THE BACKHOE OVER. Really? A week later? Please. Legally I owe him NOTHING.
Will I pay him that money? Yes I will. Because he did a couple of extra things for me, but NOT for travel time.
Will I ever hire him again??? AB. SO. LUTE. LY. NOT!!!
And whomever I do hire? I want a WRITTEN contract. With a professional....not somebody who has his sign up and is not licensed. I might pay more, but at least I will not have stupid surprises like this guy sprung on me.
I won't make that mistake again!
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Bittersweet
One of my all time favorite movies is the spoof on Pride and Prejudice called "Lost in Austen".
It is flippin' HYSTERICAL. And romantic. But there is one line, from Amanda, at the beginning of the movie that always rings true to me and it is this...
"It is a truth, generally acknowledged, that we are all longing to escape....I escape always to my favorite book. Pride and Prejudice."
I have to agree with her and I do love the book Pride and Prejudice as I am a huge Jane Austen fan. But when I want to escape? I escape to my favorite authoress....LaVyrle Spencer.
Oh how I love her books! My absolute favorite is "Bittersweet", followed closely by "Family Blessings". These books are ones that I have read at least a hundred times. I could quote so much of them word for word and I know what happens each time I end a page and turn to the next. But they comfort me and I love them.
I just began Bittersweet again tonight. I packed all my other books and they are stashed away in the trailer waiting to make the trip to my new little home...but I could not pack that one. When I am blue, I read this book. When I am sad, I read this book. When I am happy, I read this book and when I am nostalgic, I read this book.
I have for years wanted to make a trip back to Wisconsin. My Daddy took my brother and I back to Crivitz, Wisconsin in 1968 to the old farm his Mother and Father began when they immigrated from Poland. Daddy said that Grandma and Grandpa were SO proud to become Americans that they would not allow their children to speak Polish in the home. They were AMERICANS and they would speak English as Americans were supposed to. (Times change, eh? Press ONE for English....)
I will never forget that trip. I loved Wisconsin. The green and the water. The hay fields and the woods. The lakes that stretch forever. Bittersweet brings so much of that back to me.
Crivitz is on the other side of the bay from the Door County peninsula....just a couple of hours drive from Fish Creek where the story of Bittersweet takes place. It would be so easy to just drive from one small town to another and I dream of doing this each and every time I read my favorite book.
Maggie and Eric have become such good friends to me and although I do not condone the way they get together, I rejoice when all is set right. I cry with Maggie, I agonize with Eric. I laugh with Brookie and I thrill when Maggie finds Harding House. Get the book. I know you will LOVE it!
I know I cannot make this trip this year because of the move to my new home, but next year. NEXT YEAR in the fall I am going back!!!
Thorpe House Inn
Cana Island Lighthouse
Gills Rock, Wisconsin
Peninsula State Park
Chambers Island
It is flippin' HYSTERICAL. And romantic. But there is one line, from Amanda, at the beginning of the movie that always rings true to me and it is this...
"It is a truth, generally acknowledged, that we are all longing to escape....I escape always to my favorite book. Pride and Prejudice."
I have to agree with her and I do love the book Pride and Prejudice as I am a huge Jane Austen fan. But when I want to escape? I escape to my favorite authoress....LaVyrle Spencer.
Oh how I love her books! My absolute favorite is "Bittersweet", followed closely by "Family Blessings". These books are ones that I have read at least a hundred times. I could quote so much of them word for word and I know what happens each time I end a page and turn to the next. But they comfort me and I love them.
I just began Bittersweet again tonight. I packed all my other books and they are stashed away in the trailer waiting to make the trip to my new little home...but I could not pack that one. When I am blue, I read this book. When I am sad, I read this book. When I am happy, I read this book and when I am nostalgic, I read this book.
I have for years wanted to make a trip back to Wisconsin. My Daddy took my brother and I back to Crivitz, Wisconsin in 1968 to the old farm his Mother and Father began when they immigrated from Poland. Daddy said that Grandma and Grandpa were SO proud to become Americans that they would not allow their children to speak Polish in the home. They were AMERICANS and they would speak English as Americans were supposed to. (Times change, eh? Press ONE for English....)
I will never forget that trip. I loved Wisconsin. The green and the water. The hay fields and the woods. The lakes that stretch forever. Bittersweet brings so much of that back to me.
Crivitz is on the other side of the bay from the Door County peninsula....just a couple of hours drive from Fish Creek where the story of Bittersweet takes place. It would be so easy to just drive from one small town to another and I dream of doing this each and every time I read my favorite book.
Maggie and Eric have become such good friends to me and although I do not condone the way they get together, I rejoice when all is set right. I cry with Maggie, I agonize with Eric. I laugh with Brookie and I thrill when Maggie finds Harding House. Get the book. I know you will LOVE it!
I know I cannot make this trip this year because of the move to my new home, but next year. NEXT YEAR in the fall I am going back!!!
Thorpe House Inn
Cana Island Lighthouse
Peninsula State Park
Chambers Island
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Phillippians 4:11
This move has really been an eye opening experience.
I mean besides discovering that my body is no longer 21 years old and I cannot do as much as I did back then. (Packing and moving boxes sucks at any age!)
Moving to a small home simply makes you take stock of what is important to you. What you CAN live without and what you CANNOT live without.
I have always considered myself a non-materialistic girl. Stuff is just stuff and you can always get more stuff. But in looking over what I have now in comparison to what I had when I moved from Colorado I found that I really have gathered more STUFF.
The difference is in what I gathered and the question is, how would my life change if I had to give it all up? Such tough decisions concerning what is essential to me in the house. The barn decisions were easy! Ten stalls with HUGE runs, a heated tack room, a feed room that can house all the supplements, pellets and hay, concrete aisle with cross ties and all close enough to see from the kitchen window. (I like seeing my Houdini and his gang since they cannot live in the house with me!)
But decisions in the home are coming a little more difficult. Do I want a dining room or do I want a library? Do I want a claw foot tub or can I live with just a walk in shower? Extra closet space or a big pantry?
So my decision? I want it all. Just not in a 4 bedroom house with over 2600 square feet. One bedroom will do and that will come after the barn is completed and horses housed well. I just need to scale down. And lose a more formal dining room. But I CAN do it all and I don't have to give up the things I absolutely love. Books. Photographs. Plants.
I love all the ideas from the Tiny House movement. My house may not be under 500 square feet, but the ideas taken from this movement will enable me to have exactly what I want.
LOVE IT!
I mean besides discovering that my body is no longer 21 years old and I cannot do as much as I did back then. (Packing and moving boxes sucks at any age!)
Moving to a small home simply makes you take stock of what is important to you. What you CAN live without and what you CANNOT live without.
I have always considered myself a non-materialistic girl. Stuff is just stuff and you can always get more stuff. But in looking over what I have now in comparison to what I had when I moved from Colorado I found that I really have gathered more STUFF.
The difference is in what I gathered and the question is, how would my life change if I had to give it all up? Such tough decisions concerning what is essential to me in the house. The barn decisions were easy! Ten stalls with HUGE runs, a heated tack room, a feed room that can house all the supplements, pellets and hay, concrete aisle with cross ties and all close enough to see from the kitchen window. (I like seeing my Houdini and his gang since they cannot live in the house with me!)
But decisions in the home are coming a little more difficult. Do I want a dining room or do I want a library? Do I want a claw foot tub or can I live with just a walk in shower? Extra closet space or a big pantry?
So my decision? I want it all. Just not in a 4 bedroom house with over 2600 square feet. One bedroom will do and that will come after the barn is completed and horses housed well. I just need to scale down. And lose a more formal dining room. But I CAN do it all and I don't have to give up the things I absolutely love. Books. Photographs. Plants.
I love all the ideas from the Tiny House movement. My house may not be under 500 square feet, but the ideas taken from this movement will enable me to have exactly what I want.
LOVE IT!
loverly idea for a kitchen armoire!
Between the studs bookcases....yeah baby!
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Eight days and counting......
Well the Big Move has begun.
The backhoe guy was out on Saturday and the temporary place for the horses has been leveled, the place for the barn marked and ready to begin.
I have taken down the upper cabinets, painted the lower, inside AND out and ripped up all that nasty carpet.
I have cleaned the icky concrete floors, (thanks Prince Charming for taking all my flooring money to fix your crank sensor) and the bathroom is sparkly clean!
The living room furniture is in place and the horse trailer spic and span waiting to be loaded with boxes I have been packing for a month.
This is going to be a BUSY week! And I am excited. On the other hand, I am sad. Sad to be leaving this rental home that has been so wonderful.
When I arrived here I was coming out of a horrible relationship. This home, although I do not own it, has been a place of healing. I have always looked at it as a gift from God. A place that was safe, where he could not reach or find me.
I hope that whomever rents this house next will find the peace that I have found.
I would not have missed this for anything.
The backhoe guy was out on Saturday and the temporary place for the horses has been leveled, the place for the barn marked and ready to begin.
I have taken down the upper cabinets, painted the lower, inside AND out and ripped up all that nasty carpet.
I have cleaned the icky concrete floors, (thanks Prince Charming for taking all my flooring money to fix your crank sensor) and the bathroom is sparkly clean!
The living room furniture is in place and the horse trailer spic and span waiting to be loaded with boxes I have been packing for a month.
This is going to be a BUSY week! And I am excited. On the other hand, I am sad. Sad to be leaving this rental home that has been so wonderful.
When I arrived here I was coming out of a horrible relationship. This home, although I do not own it, has been a place of healing. I have always looked at it as a gift from God. A place that was safe, where he could not reach or find me.
I hope that whomever rents this house next will find the peace that I have found.
I would not have missed this for anything.
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