Confession is good for the soul…

Something is ugly and broken in me. When I stand in front of the mirror and I can't stand the sight of my own reflection. When my daughter tells me that I'm beautiful and I tell her I'm not. This is the same daughter who I've told a thousand times that she looks just like me.
You're beautiful, baby girl. Inside and out. Something's just ugly and broken in me. Something that causes me to hate the reflection staring back at me. Continue reading

Time sure does fly…

Though I can’t say I’ve been having fun. I can’t believe it has been over a month since I last logged on. I warned you from the start, I’m a terrible blogger. 

What do I have to report after all this time? Our unexpected guests have moved on. It’s back to just the four of us, now. 

Unpacking is still so incredibly slow. The storage shelves and cabinets we need to put things away are still at the back of our storage unit. We’re slowly bringing in boxes and unpacking them as we can. 

I’m donating our couch because we don’t have enough room for it plus our chairs. I decided the chairs are more comfortable and take up less space. 

I reorganized my cooking utensils. I had a drawer that was just a mess of everything from ladle to knife to slotted spoon. 


I had a box of wide mouth mason jars in storage. There’s this useless little chunk of counter between the stove and the wall. I figured out a way to make it useful. 

Use mason jars to organize cooking utensils

The dishwasher has been put into place, but it turns out we need an adapter to hook it up. Still, it’s a step in the right direction. 

I also ended up pulling the towels from the linen closet (guess I’ll need to come up with a new name for the closet, now). In doing so, I opened up two shelves in the closet, and I’m reorganizing in a way that will (hopefully) open a third shelf. I moved the towels into the bathroom. I had my husband mount my over the toilet shelf free standing against the wall (it wouldn’t work above the toilet because it was in the way of opening the lid fully)


It’s going to take time, and I have a feeling I’m going to be doing a lot of moving and rearranging as I unpack more. 

I’m also taking to eBay as I find I have copious amounts of clothes my family no longer wears. As we unpack, I may add household items, too. There’s only a few things, now, but I will be trying to add more everyday. 

I will try to be better about stopping by here and posting more. 

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Settling in…

It’s hard to believe that it has been almost 2 weeks since we moved in here. Overall, I’d say we’re settling in.

We didn’t manage to get anything accomplished with storage last weekend. We did, however, manage to get a bit accomplished around the house.

It’s slow go unpacking, finding a place for something, changing my mind because something else I’m unpacking would fit there better. The kitchen is the hardest part to unpack. All of the boxes are currently stacked in the dining room. So much of my kitchen stuff actually needs to go in those cabinets and on those shelves. Add in that I have to wash all the dishes we are using plus all the dishes that have been packed away. It’s a very slow process.

I’ve also been in the mood to cook. I’ve been planning somewhat elaborate dinners. The other night it was roasted chicken breasts, roasted potatoes, fresh buttered green beans, and parker house rolls. I made ranger cookies for dessert that night. Yesterday, I baked  a couple loaves of Amish sweet bread to go with my homemade salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, and tossed salad.

Today, I’ve decided to take the night off from elaborate dinners. I’m going to pan grill some hot dogs. I haven’t decided if I’m going to serve them with Kraft mac n cheese or just potato chips.

In the meantime, there is more unpacking and cleaning and organizing left to do. Sorry I don’t have any exciting news to report. My life is pretty much unpacking, cleaning, and organizing right now.

Day 3: a day late

Day 3 was a rather eventful sort of day. We woke up pretty early because we needed to be at Granny’s house at 10 am. I can’t remember the last time I saw 8:30 am. For those new to my blog, we are on a noon to 4 am schedule due to my husband and son’s work schedule.

So, anyways, we were meeting with the new owner (who actually sent his contractor instead) to do a final walk through and hand over the keys to Granny’s house. It was bittersweet. It was my husband’s summer home as a child. It was where he ran to when his parents were acting like jerks. It’s where we lived more than once with our children. It’s where we cared for her in her final months and where we said goodbye.

The guy didn’t even really walk through. We entered the house, he walked to the kitchen where he set down the paperwork for my husband to sign, and then he handed us our check as promised for vacating in a timely fashion. It was sad and painful to walk away, but we know Granny wouldn’t have wanted us to burden ourselves any longer. The house was the anchor that was pulling us under.

We went to the bank to cash our check, picked up Bear B’s seizure medication and a few items from the grocery store before making our way back home. After we got home, we started organizing and rearranging. Mostly we wanted to make the living room more functional. We have a full house and needed people to be able to sit comfortably.

We had just finished moving our daughter’s dresser out of the living room, and were working on clearing the remaining boxes when there was a knock on the door. The gas company was there to shut us off. The previous owners had been stealing our mail (we had to get a new mailbox lock and key issued), so we didn’t get any of the bills. Fortunately, she was able to take cash and gave us a receipt that included her employee number for verification. We finished putting the living room together, and Clark hooked up the tv so I had something to do while taking breaks from unpacking, cleaning, and organizing.

The living room isn’t how it’s going to stay, but at least it is functioning. The brown couch is only temporary because the chair that is here needs new cushions, and the other two chairs are either in storage or at my in laws house. All of my books and bookshelves are in storage (a moment of silence for the poor, mistreated things).

I spent the majority of the day unpacking and organizing. I did a load of laundry and then hung it all to dry. All of my hangers are in storage and we haven’t bought a new dryer yet (at gran’s we had a gas dryer and here we need an electric), so I can only manage to find a place to hang one load at a time. This is doing absolutely nothing to even make a dent in the overflowing hamper, but everyone is wearing clean underwear.

Around 6:30 last night, my mother in law called. They were heading out our way and wanted to bring my cat to me. She’s been living with them for a few years because we couldn’t keep her before. They also brought me back my plants that moved in with them while we were homeless. (yes, his family was willing to take in animals and plants but not their son, his wife, and their two children)

Somewhere near 8 they finally arrived. Smokey, who does make an appearance in Bully Troubles as the lazy cat who is always napping and never wants to go on adventures with Bear B and Stone, was meowing up a storm. They said she was protesting the whole ride over. After giving my mother in law the nickel tour (it was her first time here), I got Smokey set up and then let her out of the carrier.

She took one look at Bear B, who was much smaller when she last saw him, and booked it to the nearest hiding place she could find. I coaxed/pulled her out of there and was snuggling her on the love seat when Bear B and our daughter both got in her face. I now have a hole in my knee where she launched herself off of me to hide beneath the love seat.

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She is accepting affection and being really sweet, from under the love seat. Clark did manage to coax her out earlier. He showed her where her food is and then she did wander around for a bit. Bear B was all about saying “hi” over and over and over again. It all became too much and she fled behind the boxes and found a safe place to hide. My son moved some of that stuff and chased her out of there. She’s now contently sleeping back underneath the love seat again.

To round out my evening, I decided to moon my unexpected guest. If you recall, I told you that the friend who helped us move had lost his place to stay, so he and his girl are staying with us until they get back on their feet. They are a couple of twenty four year old kids struggling to make their way in this difficult economy.

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I’m not sure when it happened. We are all positive that there was no hole at all when my in laws were here dropping off the cat. I stood up from the love seat that he just so happened to be standing behind at the time, and he got an eyeful of old married lady panties.

And that is how day 3 at the new place went. Now, it’s day 4, it’s Friday, and I’m taking the day to breathe. I decided that I won’t be cooking dinner tonight. I’m ordering pizza to be delivered right around midnight. I’m tired and I’m sick of my slow cooker. I never thought I would say that, but it’s true. I don’t want another throw it all together and see what it tastes like meal.

This weekend we are buying a dryer and buying a new bike for our daughter because her chain chose now to break. We decided it’s an old hand me down bike in her least favorite color, so we will let her just pick out a new one.

I’m hoping to get more unpacked and start moving things in from storage and doing the sorting and organizing and sending back to storage over the weekend, too. If not, no worries. Just rolling with it and seeing where each day leads.

Day 2: better than yesterday

As is customary, I spent yesterday familiarizing myself with all the quirks of the house. We’ve got a toilet that won’t flush unless you hold the handle down and another that won’t fill if you don’t push the bulb down or won’t stop running if you don’t pull the bulb up. 

Yesterday, I unpacked the silverware and placed it in its new drawer home. Then, I closed the drawer, and it promptly fell into the cabinet. Discovered that if you went slowly and at the perfect angle it would stay in place. Today, I climbed into the cabinet (Bear B couldn’t find me, 😂), and I think I fixed it. I’ve slammed it a few times now (which I hope no one intends to do) and it has stayed on its track and not fallen in again. 

My seat while I fixed the drawer guide at the back of the cabinet

The stove isn’t hooked up, yet (we need a different sized adapter than we needed at the other house) so I’m using the slow cooker to cook our meals. Yesterday’s dinner was almost 2 hours late. First, the outlet I was plugged into was loose and the plug kept falling out. Then, I didn’t add enough liquid to properly cook the rice. My husband put a surge protector strip on that counter, plugged into the socket that isn’t loose. I’ve got venison (curtesy of our house guests 😊) slow cooking in there, now. It is going to be another rice night, because we haven’t had a chance to go shopping, yet. I do love that slow cooker. It’s a life saver in circumstances like these. 

There’s a dresser in the middle of my living room, and boxes stacked all over the place, but nothing above waist level, anymore. It was driving Clark crazy, so he reorganized so it wouldn’t feel nearly as crowded. 

I’m working my way through unpacking the kitchen boxes. Those are the most important ones in my eyes. Plus, that seems to be what we have the most of right now. 

Our guests have been really great. They help out in any way they can and everyone is getting along so well. It’s a bit crowded with six people, a 76 pound dog and a household’s worth of boxes stacked everywhere, but we’ll make it through. 

Overall, I would say that (like day one) day two is going pretty much as I would expect it to. The place has its quirks, but we expected that with a fixer upper. As we unpack and build our home, the quirks will become ours, too.