Down By The Creek... No Words Necessary

Home Sweet Home

So this is Home Sweet Home. We have been fortunate enough (okay, after all I've been through we'll call it fortunate at this point) to buy a great place I like to call our little slice of heaven. This is the home we'll be living in while we wait to build our new house, hopefully by Scott Jernigan Homes. The new house will be off to the right of this one. We are so happy to have the move behind us and be in the new place. It's actually bigger than where we were living.

Sissy is getting ready to start a brand new school. She went earlier this week to register but when I asked if she liked the school, she said "I only got to see the front office. They were waxing the floor. But the office was great!" Always the optimist. I had to take Marv and Scootie for a ride this evening to show them around the back roads and we had to go on an ice cream search. Thankfully, it wasn't as disastrous as the trek for pizza. It was purchased at a convenience store (no Bruster's or Baskin Robbin's out this far) and they had to eat it on the way back to the house because it would never have made the ride back.

I know this is a rambling post, but you can expect more of the same until I get caught up on the move and showing off the property. My plan for this blog is to document all the work I'm going to be doing over time to bee-yoo-tify this place. My FAVORITE spot on the whole place is down by the creek with all the wild ferns.

The Prodigal Son Returns...

Last night, Scootie returned home for the first time since Sunday. That means he has spent a total of about 8 hours at the new house since we moved. But, I can't blame him. We did move him all of 20 miles away from his friends. Scootie and Nephew spent the day Tuesday celebrating Nephew's birthday (Happy 17!) at the Vans Warped Tour 09 . Picture lots of sweaty teens listening to lots of loud music and trying to get free SWAG. Scootie came home with this pic of him and The Millionaires and a pair of signed underwear (I DO NOT want to know!). They had a great time and came home safe so that's all that matters, I guess. More to post later.

The Beginning...

This, hopefully, will be the beginning of a great thing. I have become addicted to the blog world in the last few months and have decided to start one of my own to document our (read: family) new beginning and all the stuff that comes afterward. We have recently purchased our own little slice of heaven and are SUPER excited!

One of the best things about moving are all the great little "things" that happen and all the quirks you find. For the last few days we have had no phone and no t.v. (ugh!) But, we have made it through thanks to the land of DVD's and especially my super-duper boxed set of the ENTIRE Will and Grace series. Anywho, we've basically had no contact with the "outside world" because we live in the middle of Nowhereville. Last night, the Hubby (aka Marv) was running around trying all the phone outlets because the automated service center for the phone oligopoly said our service was all connected-y. Liar! The phone he was using has caller i.d. and an answering machine, so it has to be plugged into an electrical outlet. Sissy and I were in the process of making dinner and suddenly... no power. Of course I blamed it on Hubby! It's not like I can look outside at the neighbors and see if their power is out, too. Again, Nowhereville. So, we sit for a while and wait. Nothing. Marv decides he's really hungry and decides he wants to go get a pizza.

Let's look back a few days. Cue the Wayne's World flashback music... doodly-doo doodly-doo... We're riding down the road to look at the property again, pre-purchase, and Marv is all showy-offy with his Crackberry saying he's already found a pizza place and asking what I've found. I should note that I do not have a Crackberry, which I think is HIGHLY unfair. So, I grab the keys, wallet and Sissy and off we go. Marv points me in the general direction while he calls and places the order. Now, as I'm driving I see ominous black clouds swirling across the sky and begin to think I might have been a bit hasty in my accusation against Marv. The further south I go, the darker the sky gets and I am soon driving through torrential rains and freakishly heavy winds (I thought I saw Toto at one point!)... for PIZZA! I keep driving and driving and then ask Marv what the street numbers are for this place. " I think it's 8307." Hmmm... we just passed like 13, 000 something. Yeah. This pizza place was 17 miles down the road, making it a 34 mile round-trip. And yes, the pizza was good and I think they were the only people that had power. Thanks Rum Creek Pizza!

I think next time we decide to allow Marv to pick an eating establishment he found using his Crackberry, we will DEFINITELY ask how far it is first!