Welcome, and Hello!

Let me start by saying welcome!


Until a couple weeks ago, my fiance and I lived in apartments.  Three, to be exact.  Our last one was a 3 bedroom that started out with a LOT of promise - big windows facing a wooded creek/ditch/thing, great layout, all well and good.  The company that was renting it was...well...terrible, but we'd deal with it if it meant an awesome place to live, right next to bunnies and fishies and what-have-you.


It flooded a total of three times, that we knew of, with the last one so bad it destroyed the floor and anything of ours that was within four inches of the ground.  We spent a week evacuating everything and barely sleeping, crashing when we could at a motel, with about a billion phone calls to the management, the insurance company, friends and family, the electric and water company, freaking everyone.  It was pretty much hell.


Luckily, we'd been considering a house a friend of ours was offering for rent for the same price - a three bedroom real house on half an acre, outside of city limits.  We'd both wanted badly to get out of the city (I've always wanted Nigerian Dwarf goats, and this seemed just perfect), so with no other options, we went for it.  We both come from families with farming pasts, so we didn't anticipate we'd have much trouble adjusting...but let me tell ya, it is DIFFERENT.  Different-good, but different-different.


It's quite different.


So, this is here, so you can laugh at us as we adjust to our new style of living and all the experiences along the way!




To start off, let's cover what we've encountered so far:

• The place down the road makes the most amazing fried burritos...but nobody knows what's in them.
• We have the most gigantic roaches of all time, and no amount of poison seems to keep them out, leading to some truly gross...encounters...  I am pretty sure they are teenage mutant ninja roaches.
• The window on the front of our home is broken and we've taped up a garbage bag to keep the AC in/creatures out.  It's very There I Fixed It.
• We are now on septic.  SEPTIC.  I always wanted to be on septic, but boy do I have some adjusting to do.  Like with what goes down the kitchen sink.  And what goes down the bathroom drain.  And what gets flushed.  And where to put heavy things/dig in the back yard.
• Either the last resident enjoyed throwing bones of all sizes to their dogs (that left a zillion deadly holes all over the place), or...many a creature has died out here...bones are everywhere.  My dogs are very good at finding them.
• Since obtaining a yard, I have determined that my lab must be part greyhound, and that my pit can't keep up with her.  Neither can I.  See video at the end of the post!
• Holy shit I can NOT keep the neighbor's tiny dogs out of my damned yard.
• Holy shit it is so hard to not hit the neighbor's tiny dogs while driving anywhere in the vicinity jesuschristdotheyhaveadeathwish.
• I am living MUCH greener.  Because there is no trash pickup or dumpsters out here.  Guess who's gonna learn how to compost and will start recycling?
• Internet is a god damned luxury and we don't have it.
• My neighbors are rednecks.  All four houses of them.
• It's oddly comforting that the only noises I hear thumping around above me at night belong to four- or six-legged creatures.  It's like camping.  Except that everything would rather be inside with you than outside where it belongs.
• I rescued my behbeh from a vicious, man-eating scorpion.  He was going to shoot it with mace.
• I picked it up with a tupperware lid.

Well...that's about all that's happened so far.  We have a huuuge list of things to do before we are really settled, but I'll keep ya updated! 


O ya, video of my doggy running like a frikkin' racehorse on cocaine:








See y'all 'round!
-MM