Well, we're in our new house, and we've settled in really well. Of course, there were moments of "Do I really want to move? Are we doing the right thing? What if I don't like the new house? What if, what if?"
But the transition was fairly easy and once we got here there was no looking back. But of course nothing is perfect. There are pros and cons.
Con - I'm going to miss the countryside.
Con - I'm going to miss the cows and ponds and wild turkeys and pastures and hillsides and woods and donkeys and a bunch of other STUFF!
Pro - I get to sleep 15 minutes longer on school days!
Con that is not a con - I can hear the train a little more here but it is not a problem and not very noticable.
Pro - I do not have to cross the train tracks anymore or get caught sitting at the train tracks while the train is stopped and blocking the road for who knows how long.
Con - I don't have as much storage space and that is the hardest thing to deal with!
Pro - the fireplace in the new house is easier to use so it gets used more and I like that!
Con - the garage is a tight fit for our two vehicles.
Pro - the cats' litterboxes are in the basement and I love that!
Pro but also a con - I like the new flat top stove but it is taking some getting used to and I have already scratched it. I bought some stuff for it tonight that may buff the scratch out...
Pro - I like our media room
Con - I will miss, miss, miss my neighbors
Pro - I'm looking forward to biking in this neighborhood when it warms up
Pro - I like being closer to the grocery store and other stores
Con - I still miss the country and hope to move back there some day
Pro - I like the big roomy shower in the master bath
PRO - I REALLY like having all hardwood floors - I DO NOT miss the carpet. I actually like vacuuming now and like that I can see all the dust bunnies and get them. I like being able to vacuum under the bed and other stuff.
Con - If my knees or Paul's knees go, we're in big trouble!
Con - So far, I can't catch the feral cats at the old house. There is no one else to feed them. Those cats depend on me. I might have to go get hypnotized to make me forget that there are cats out there that need to be fed. But I still have several more days to catch them....I'm praying...
That's all for now!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Couch Potato Olympics
I'm enjoying watching the Olympics. I don't know any of these people, but I like rooting for them.
I think they should have the couch potato olympics. Where they just call up a bunch of 30- and 40-something people (like me) who don't exercise much or have an athletic bone in their body.
Then they put some ice skates on them and tell them to race around the ice rink. Or they put you on some skis and tell you "good luck with those moguls!"
I think it would be facinating to watch. And entertaining!
I think they should have the couch potato olympics. Where they just call up a bunch of 30- and 40-something people (like me) who don't exercise much or have an athletic bone in their body.
Then they put some ice skates on them and tell them to race around the ice rink. Or they put you on some skis and tell you "good luck with those moguls!"
I think it would be facinating to watch. And entertaining!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Right Now
Right now, Friday is sitting on the arm of the couch. He has his little wet nose stuck in my ear - sniffing. ** Sniff - sniff -sniff - snuff ** I love it when he does this. If I could, I'd pay him $5 to keep doing it. Wonder if I could train him with sardines or something?
Criminal Confessions
My mom came to visit for a few days. I have always enjoyed listening to her stories, and she told me some good ones this time too.
She told me a story about when she was little and walked to and from school each day. Near her house lived a family who didn't have any children. My mom usually lagged behind her other brothers and sisters as they walked home. When the lady neighbor would see my mom, she would ask my mom if she would like a "peanut butter cracker." My mom would always accept and sit on the porch and eat the cracker. My mom pointed out that the lady only gave her ONE cracker square with peanut butter - I thought that was interesting - did the lady think one was enough for a little kid or was she being thrifty?
The other interesting part of the story is that my mom told me that if the people weren't home when she walked by, she'd go in their house and make herself a peanut butter cracker! I really laughed at that point. My mom said she didn't know what she would have done if they had come home while she was there. I told my mom that they must have known she had been there - surely she left evidence such as dirty utensils or crumbs.
After that story, I made a few confessions of my own - these happened when I was in elementary school
In my neighborhood, I found out that there was a family that had a push button phone - you know that kind that would go "beep-boop-bleep" as you pushed the buttons. Back then, most everyone had dial phones - you know the kind where you had to put your finger in the hole for the number and dial it around.
So a push button phone was a novelty. My friend and I discovered that these people were not home one day so we let ourselves in their back door, and we tried out the phone. That's all we did. It was cool, and then we left.
My next confession is about Faye, our next door neighbor. Faye had always been our next door neighbor, and she still lives in the same house in my old neighborhood even though my mom has now moved to a different part of town.
Whenever I would go to Faye's house - to tell her something for my mom or to sell something for school - she would come to the door and stand there and never invite me in. The fact that she didn't invite me in was no big deal; I didn't go in most of my neighbors' homes. But one day (probably when I was bored in the summer), I got a wild hair and decided I wanted to see the inside of her house. She had a one level house with a basement. The basement door had a fence around it for her dog. I climbed the dog fence and walked through her basement, up the stairs, and let myself in while she was at work. I don't remember a lot about that visit other than feeling sneaky and worrying that I might get caught. I don't remember being super-snoopy. I think I just walked through rooms and then left.
My mom wasn't shocked; she thought it was funny. I did a lot of other stupid, weird stuff as a kid.
She told me a story about when she was little and walked to and from school each day. Near her house lived a family who didn't have any children. My mom usually lagged behind her other brothers and sisters as they walked home. When the lady neighbor would see my mom, she would ask my mom if she would like a "peanut butter cracker." My mom would always accept and sit on the porch and eat the cracker. My mom pointed out that the lady only gave her ONE cracker square with peanut butter - I thought that was interesting - did the lady think one was enough for a little kid or was she being thrifty?
The other interesting part of the story is that my mom told me that if the people weren't home when she walked by, she'd go in their house and make herself a peanut butter cracker! I really laughed at that point. My mom said she didn't know what she would have done if they had come home while she was there. I told my mom that they must have known she had been there - surely she left evidence such as dirty utensils or crumbs.
After that story, I made a few confessions of my own - these happened when I was in elementary school
In my neighborhood, I found out that there was a family that had a push button phone - you know that kind that would go "beep-boop-bleep" as you pushed the buttons. Back then, most everyone had dial phones - you know the kind where you had to put your finger in the hole for the number and dial it around.
So a push button phone was a novelty. My friend and I discovered that these people were not home one day so we let ourselves in their back door, and we tried out the phone. That's all we did. It was cool, and then we left.
My next confession is about Faye, our next door neighbor. Faye had always been our next door neighbor, and she still lives in the same house in my old neighborhood even though my mom has now moved to a different part of town.
Whenever I would go to Faye's house - to tell her something for my mom or to sell something for school - she would come to the door and stand there and never invite me in. The fact that she didn't invite me in was no big deal; I didn't go in most of my neighbors' homes. But one day (probably when I was bored in the summer), I got a wild hair and decided I wanted to see the inside of her house. She had a one level house with a basement. The basement door had a fence around it for her dog. I climbed the dog fence and walked through her basement, up the stairs, and let myself in while she was at work. I don't remember a lot about that visit other than feeling sneaky and worrying that I might get caught. I don't remember being super-snoopy. I think I just walked through rooms and then left.
My mom wasn't shocked; she thought it was funny. I did a lot of other stupid, weird stuff as a kid.
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