Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Three Dogs On The Couch

That's right, my dogs are allowed on the furniture.  All of the furniture.  If that isn't enough to send you over the edge, then wait for it....

My dogs sleep in my bed.  Not ON the bed, but IN the bed and under the covers.

Crazy, right?


No, it is not!!!

I wouldn't own a piece of furniture that my dogs couldn't jump, sleep or play on.  They deserve to be just as comfortable as the human members of the family, if not more considering how I feel about humans.

If you are of the thinking that pets should never be allowed on the furniture, then know this...

Your pets are miserable and think you don't care about them.  Show them some love - let them stretch out and take a nap on the bed or have a cuddle on the couch. If you really loved them, you would do it.

What kind of fool owns three black dogs and a beige couch?

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Dining Room

Now that Kelsey has a bedroom, I have a dining room.  The table and chairs fit nicely and so does my hutch.

Three boxes were able to be unpacked and the contents put in the hutch.  These items have been in storage for so long I forgot I owned them.

A blind will be put up in the window, but it won't interfere with the view of my barn.

After so long, this place finally looks like a real house.

Monday, September 26, 2016

378 Days

I am going to start this post by saying that I hope everyone out there never, ever, EVER takes something as simple as having a bedroom for granted.  The simple act of walking into a room that is yours, where your prized possessions and belongings are shouldn't be seen as a celebration, but a normal, ordinary act.  For Kelsey, this common, every day occurrence finally came to fruition this past Saturday.  378 days after we moved into this house.

Think about that - 378 days.  That is more than an entire year.  More than an entire year of Kelsey sleeping on a piece of crap used mattress that caused her pain.  More than an entire year of having just about everything she owned packed up and put in storage.  More than an entire year of having no room for anything she needed except the bare essentials.  More than an entire year of having her clothing crammed into one drawer of her parent's dresser and a small section of their wardrobe.  More than an entire year of Kelsey not having any space to call her own.

378 days.

It makes me sick when I think about it.  It makes me sick that we had to listen to her father making jokes about Kelsey never leaving the dining room. It makes me sick to know that her father could work on project after project, but never make his daughter a priority.  It makes me sick that I finally had to threaten to hire tradespeople to come in and do the job before her father would get started.  It makes me sick.

I won't be posting pictures of Kelsey's room. There is no way I could stomach Jim's ego being massaged by any positive comments about the new room after what he's done.  Instead of giving compliments, maybe people should be asking why the hell did it take so long.

378 days.

Friday, September 23, 2016

The Graduate

Yesterday was a big day for Kelsey.  Not only was it her birthday, her college released their much anticipated grad list.  Even though Kelsey knew she passed all of her classses, it isn't the same until you see your name in print.
Not only did Kelsey graduate, she graduated with honours.  Three years of discipline, motivation and hard work are over.

I am so proud of her.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Happy Birthday, Kelsey

Happy Birthday to my baby girl.  

I can still call her that, right?

Thursday, September 15, 2016


I planted six zucchini plants this year; people laugh at me because I plant so much, but I don't care.  I love the stuff.  Raw, cooked, doesn't matter, I will eat in any way, shape or form.  I have been eating it all summer and I never get sick of it.  

I like to let a few of them get really big, so I can grate and put them in the freezer for future recipes.  Certain people around here would be very surprised if they knew what I did with it.

Shh, don't tell.

Monday, September 12, 2016


It was a year ago today that we moved out of Motel Hell and onto the property.  Time has gone by so fast, it doesn't feel like we have lived here for a year.  I look around the house and the land and can't believe the changes that have taken place.  I have almost forgotten how horrifying the house was when we bought it.  Almost.  

We have worked hard this past year and accomplished so much. I never thought we would get as much done as we have and when I'm outside, looking around at all that is here, I feel a tremendous sense of pride.  We did this.  We own this.  This is home.