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Shit me no more.Β 

22 Jan

No more shit from other peoples dogs!
We’ve packed up the trailer and the animals on our final descent to our new home!! Needless to say, the kiddies are unimpressed with the journey in their fun little carriers on this lovely truck ride out of the RV park. It’s like a cat song of torture in here πŸ‘πŸ». (maybe have animals out of ear shot of the video) 

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The dogs are upgrading to their very own back yard and will have access to it, uninterrupted as they deem necessary. No waiting on us to take them. No hoping the dog park is vacant for them, and the very bestest part of it all, no more of other people’s dogs’ shit!!! πŸ’©πŸ˜‘ Yes, that’s right, done with the keeping the park clean for our dogs to enjoy. 

Mic (in this case Poop Bag) Drop! 

So it really happened.

10 Jan

Mortgage-0

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Remember that one time, about 2 weeks ago, when I said we were “Getting the house in a week! Like one week!” I think were my words exactly. And then how our POD would take a couple weeks to get here, and we’d have to make do and live minimal with what we had from the trailer into our new empty house for however long it took. Well, hello real world situations where, for once you have planned accordingly and I thank you. Living in said “Real World” nothing works as it should, so unsurprisingly, the signing took a week longer than planned, which lines up nicely with the delivery of the rest of our belongings, and for that, a tip of the hat to you. 🎩

Well, as I’m writing now we are driving in to sign papers. What papers and what do they mean you ask? I don’t fucking know. I just hope it means keys to the house are coming within days and driving out of the trailer park is part of that timeline. We’ve been on cruise control for the past 5 weeks, desperately wanting to get into the fast lane, so we’re ready. Seems to be it may work out accordingly that we should only be sleeping on the floor a few days until that beautiful POD arrives. And! We’ll have all our tools to jump right in with the rehab and our cleaning supplies to, well, clean. Some of these are things that I was worried we’d have to buy, and I really don’t want more stuff. Moving gives you a real awakening to how much shit you acquire that, honestly, you don’t need. Let’s all take a minute to look around you and think, “Do I really need all this?”

But the shit I do need is, thankfully, closer than I thought 2 weeks ago. I want my bed! Sleeping separately for the past few months, with the animals also sharing sleepy time, is getting old. No, not getting, it’s just plain OLD! Last night it was Lily and Meows with me. The night before, Lily and Beau. A few nights ago just Daddy and Meows. You get it, they switch off themselves between James and I bc there’s not room for us all, so we all sacrifice and now, so it seems, we are days away from the humans reclaiming their bed!!! Together!! The struggle of tossing and turning, being oddly careful to not disturb the kids, with the eventual possibility to plain old kick them out will never end, but now, again, we can do it together in the same bed πŸ˜‰.


The damn fur babies always win 😦

Update! Just walked out of the bank. Money sent, house bought. Wednesday we should officially have our keys! Timing again is our friend! Just so happens our week at the RV park is paid through Thursday and that will be our last night here. In our little house, our tiny world. Vacation will be over my friends. All sorts of good, juicy, creative and amazing stories to flood your visual enjoyment coming your way. I will not disappoint. And I thank you for reading/listening. 

Β The ending of chapter 16. Beginning chapter 17.

1 Jan

2016 was a very flirtatious year for us, homeownership wise. The flirting is over. Let’s seal the deal.
For most of 2015 we planned on finishing our house and getting it on the market by the spring of 2016. Big surprise it came way too fast. We were close to being done for maybe 6-9 months. So close, but not quite there. For me, it didn’t really feel quite there for a long time, I drug my feet. I was proud of what we’d done, learned and, to be honest, I drug my feet because I was sad to let it all go, although it did make sense to me. While there were great people that I had met and personalities I really wanted to be around more these last few years, it couldn’t outshine our life there as a whole. At the end of every day, or from the start, all I wanted was to be home with our little family. My door was always open but never knocked on, but in reality, sometimes you have to leave and close it behind you as well, and I seldom did that. So, in being rational, logical, and monetarily smart, let’s do this. Shooting to get on the market in the spring but, not unsurprisingly, the months just kept creeping up and pushing us back. So many details and nuances. So many uncertainties. So many T’s to cross and I’s to dot. Needing to buy this and sell that. Clean that and throw away this. What to take and what to pack. So many ridiculous amounts of, What? But we pulled it off. The last few months, or year(s), in San Diego was so amazingly eye opening. Tiny confirmations that we were making the right decision, from friends new and old, to family or surroundings that were wearing thin. So we did the unfathomable and proceeded to put ourselves and our fur babies’ needs first.

The time had come and we drove out of California with a blank roadmap. Drive North was about as much as we’d mapped out so north we drove. Searching over a small but generous part of western Washington, driving by dozens of houses and looking inside dozens more. There were houses that weren’t worth taking any pictures of, and some that were solely for comical purposes, and then there was a prospect that became a fit for us! And oh-my-fuck-yeah we found a house! Supposedly we should be getting the keys next week. Like, next fucking week!! It’s been one of those hurry up and wait scenarios. For months it’s been pretty much up, down, back and forth. We’re ready to sell! Wait. Sold! Hurry up and move out! Drive. Camp. Drive. Searching for the new house, found one! Wait. Paperwork. Ready. Go!! Waiting for the keys. I don’t think I need to paint an exact picture for you, I can’t. I’m convinced this is going to be an extremely interesting first month of 2017. 

My only hopes, wants or needs right away are, in this order: a secure fence for the dogs, that the old as fuck oven and fridge work for now, and hot water. Everything  we own outside this trailer is sitting in a POD is SD, for a couple more weeks it turns out. Thankfully our trailer has a mattresss that we can pull out and sleep on the floor in the house for the time being, and that will be the only piecce of furniture in the house until then. We have a space heater and plenty of blankets and pillows to cuddle up to and animals to use as blankets whether they like it or not. I know our possibilities when we start on this house are unlimited, that we will make a home for us forever or for someone else in the very near future. Making a tough or inconvenienced situation a warm and happy one, is rewarding and part of the journey itself. We try not to keep things boring around these parts. 

Cheers to a Merry New Year to everyone. And, if needed, a nice tree outside you can hide behind and piss on 2016. ❀🍷

Baby it’s cold outside.Β 

15 Dec

Inevitably the temperature is dropping!! Winter is here! Northwest winter, not SoCal winter. 😊
It has officially snuck it’s tiny ice cold toes into our little home. 

 We had our rainy days, scattered sunny days and then snow!! Big fluffy flake snow!! The first fall was short lived, maybe 30 minutes and quickly melted away, but, not seeing it for years we were like small children looking out the window, all giddy and shit. Well, snow is in the forecast again, only this time it’s reported to last longer. Its been years since we’ve played in snow, even longer since we’ve lived where there was a winter that included snow, and degrees that hovered around freezing. So our first night of the temperature dropping, not really thinking anything of it since we’ve never been in this situation, water and pipes came into play. Late evening I turn on the water and it’s in the slow lane on the freeway. Shit. Here are those freezing temps coming into play. So we turn the faucets on to a slow drip hoping to get through the night and remedy tomorrow. No more than 10 minutes later there’s a knock on the door… It’s the park host informing us it’s dropping below freezing tonight and that we should disconnect our water hose. We have 2-5 gallon jugs full so being without running water over night or part of a day is doable, frozen pipes however, not so much. So thank you Mr. Park Host Man. Well, the next afternoon James is at the office/store to rent a movie and it just so happens that Chatty-mic-chat-Stein is working which, (seriously, this sweet lady will turn a 5 minute transaction into 30, easy!) turned out this time to be beneficial. She told James about thermal tape for the water hose, or spend a few dollars more and get a heated water hose. Never heard of this before, how would we, but now it’s on the list! So we make it through no water night number one, and two, and that tiny ass snow fall has gone away. It warmed above freezing and we’ve prolonged our water hose issue for now. Then we got snow again! β„οΈβ˜ƒοΈ For like hours this time. Our Lily girl has only lived in San Diego so snow is a brand new experience for her! She sat and looked out the window with such intrigue that when we went outside, well, her prance was different, and she for sure knew it wasn’t raindrops she was feeling. ​

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So lets talk about this snow/rain/below freezing and back again temperatures we are now living in. Myself growing up in southeast Alaska, James in Illinois, we both know our way around some weather. Leaving said states that have more than one season and moving to San Diego we both were smart enough to keep some cold weather gear necessary for trips back home or camping and such. I had a fun little bag tucked away in the back of the closet full of our warm clothes; gloves, scarves, hats, snow gear and such. Well, in packing away our lives for shipping, and loading our trailer for living, somewhere along the line that bag full of cozy necessities got packed for the wrong journey!! (So did the damn plug for my electric blanket! That I have with us and long for almost daily.) 😩

Being unsure of how long we’d be living in this, or how much space we’d really have, when packing things away we went minimal on the “travel with” pile. Now, I have a handful of cute warm coats, don’t get me wrong, but what do I need with a cute anything on this journey just yet? So I keep my Carhartt coat, James as well. We also both bring our Xtratuff boots, necessary for sure, a few hoodies and jeans (this is our cold weather gear apparently.) Turns out when we dress for a cold rainy day we look like twins. (which was pointed out to us by our realtor and a guy looking at a property as we were leaving it.) I guess it’s time to do a little shopping. 😊Can you ever really have too many scarves? Or boots? Or hats?  Really? Oh, and a heated water hose, that’s a real sexy accessory to have as well. 

A Sorry to Daddy (a.k.a. Crawford, our cat)

29 Nov

If you’re familiar with the Pacific Northwest then you know all about the rain, and here we are at the tail end of the largest temperate rainforest in the world so, well, we get wet. This little 27′ trailer home of ours is no exception. There is condensation everywhere. Weeks ago, before we arrived in Washington, we were shopping for supplies and saw a dehumidifier for $70. Thought the size might be too big, so we bought these little bags that collect water in the air and hung them throughout. Yes, they did collect some but the windows were always damp, like, drops covering the windows and water would pool in the windowsill, damp. Well, after a couple times of having the blinds open Daddy figured out that he could lick them clean! He loves water!!!! ​​
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See the bag thing there. Yeah, Crawford licks more than that daily I’m pretty sure. So this became his new obsession. And it’s so damn adorable I totally gave into it and would open the blinds for him. 

In the mornings James would close the door to the bedroom so I could sleep in, see he’s an early to sleep early to rise kinda guy and I’m the opposite. Well after he does his biz, has his coffee and everyone’s fed, he’d take the kids on a walk to do their biz. When they’d get back he’d let them in to greet me jumping on the bed with kisses. And Daddy would come in too and try to climb behind the shades, (venetian blinds, bleh!) which would make so much noise I’d just have to open the damn things! Well, then he wanted that every morning, on his own time, so he figured out he could just squeeze his little self under the door. Damn him! Now I had to open the blinds or listen to him clambering behind the damn things and not sleep. Who’s the winner? Hmm, there’s a reason he’s The Daddy. When finished he’d just sit and look outside, all satisfied and content with his bad self. Well, there’s just too much wetness and we had to give in and buy a damn dehumidifier. Bought a midsize one, holds 6 gallons, plugged it in yesterday around 4:30 and woke up this morning to moist free windows!! That fucker works! It’s $250 but clearly proved it’s worth. So this morning, Daddy comes crawling under the door and I sadly had to deliver the bad news.   This is how the window looked when I opened it, dry and clear. Poor guy’s searching for the drops of water. 

“I’m sorry Daddy. But we still have the bathtub faucet.” 

Which is a thing. Seriously, he jumps into the tub when we’re on the pot, or brushing our teeth, and we (I say we but it’s really mostly me) put the faucet on slow drip and he just laps it up. I really did feel sad opening those blinds for him this morning, and I’m pretty sure I saw disappointment. But dagnamit, it feels so much better in here! And we dumped out all 6 of those gallons of water just over 24 hours later. I’m sorry Daddy. ❀️

Meet me up in my morning biz and I’ll hook you up with some bathtub faucet drips. 

Β To flip or not to flip? That is the question.Β 

13 Nov

Well, we have our lists’ of properties, we’ve done our drive-by looksies spanning from Rochester up into Tenino, Yelm over to Olympia and all small towns in between and around. Our next tour of the state was northwest from Brinnon to Port Angeles. We took off on Friday to explore and do our next round of drive-byes, and well, we did it! We decided to actually call an agent and look at a house. Its a cute corner lot with a park right across the street 

The next day we drove back up (11/12) to Port Angeles. We knew full well going into it that it was rehab material. Now we know for sure it is a top.to.bottom complete rehab!! I know it’s only the first property we’ve looked at from inside but we’re starting to get our feet wet. So many factors to consider, I mean, this is our future we’re talking about. I won’t lie, walking through the house I was envisioning how much fun it would be to make this cute little neglected house into somebody’s first home. Our first house was a complete rehab as well but we had literally no idea what we were doing, so much so that our first trip to Home Depot was overwhelming! We were fortunate then to know people that knew and taught us so much, able to get help from friends and know how to get cheap labor. Those that did have no idea how thankful we are for the time and knowledge they contributed. It was trying and exhausting and took us years to complete the task. But it was also fun. So thinking about the possibility of rehabbing and selling, is exciting. 

We had our Sunday funday and spent Monday researching a new area to explore properties and we got in touch with an agent in Bremerton WA. So today (11/15) we head on over. Its about an hour drive from our site and to get there we have to drive over the Hood Canal Draw Bridge. The gps is on and as we get closer it’s suddenly taking us on a detour that changes from 30 mins to 2.5 hours. What???  There were signs that read, “if blinking draw bridge will be closed,” well, we carried on, why, because we didn’t really know exactly what to expect. In case you’re wondering, yes it was closed. Now our gps says 3 hours to our destination! James gets on the internet highway to further investigate and thankfully their website says up to 30 mins for maintenance, so ok, lets just chill for a second. One car up ahead had turned around and left, it is a double yellow line so totally not legal, but I stored that away for future possibilities of aborting a mission. After a few minutes let’s just get out of the car with the dogs and peek over the side, it’s a beautiful, (I realize I say that word a lot bc it’s always fitting, but you’re probably tired of seeing it so so I’m going to have to hit up the trusty old thesaurus), clear day, calm water and birds flying around or chilling just floating on the water. If he could I know Beau would’ve jumped over that ledge and gone swimming with them. And adorable little otters floating around too!!. Sometimes you get stuck, and sometimes you get stuck in something great, so look. The closure was short lived. YAY!! Hours would’ve sucked balls!!

So we made it to the first house, (James is a “leave early” type of guy, bc he’s smart) on time! The first house, took it off the list bc there was a big barking shepherd next door and that and Lily would get old real fast!! The next was right next to the Naval base. Twice the size with a loft upstairs and a basement as well. Nice long driveway, garage and extra shed of a sort out back. All new windows, huge plus! Still a gigantic undertaking!! Having easy access to the base could make it a potentially easier to sell, being that there will be no shortage of families moving to Bremerton, or a possible rental. And Seattle is a short ferry ride away. So who knows.  Saw a couple other houses and were both just a good old fashioned no. Let’s head back to camp.

Yesterday (11/17) was our last day this neck of the woods and it was clear and sunny so James suggested we take a nice hike, which is good for all of us! There’s a trail 3 miles from the site with a difficulty level of moderate to hard and a lookout 2,200 feet to the top, about 2 miles and friends, up is the only way to get there. That fucking trail was ridiculous, at the base it was warned that there parts with  10%-20% inclines, and they weren’t joking! “Parts!” Where were the 0%-9% inclines?? NOWHERE! Mount Walker was it’s name. Fear it! About an hour into it, after several breaks we come upon 2 ladies walking down, and here’s me, crouched over, breathing heavy, (the air is thinner up there) “Please tell me we’re close,” her response, “Weeelllll not really. Just take it slow, the view is beautiful today.”😐 Bitches were in their 50’s! Pretty sure I just made them feel good about themselves damnit. So we didn’t make it to the top and after 10 more minutes I was over it, and I’m ok with that. I’ve seen so many beautiful views in my life that I chose to lessen the acute paralytic sensation I’m bound to feel in the morning and head down. The whole way I kept repeating in my head the lyrics to “Not My Idea” by Garbage circa 1995. More specifically, “this.is.not.my.idea.of.a.good.time, this is not my idea.”

So, onward to the next park. 

Dog and Cat lovers only, it’s all about them. If that’s not you, flea now.Β 

5 Nov

This blog is all about my fur babies and how amazing they have been on this venture. Moving out of our house was a process over a couple months. We got a storage locker and began to move the things we weren’t going to be traveling with, proceed to empty it more and only keep items for the showings and open houses. They all knew something was up, they could feel there was a tremor in the force. All their little snuggle spots, chairs, blankets and pillows were disappearing. The house was becoming just a hardwood floor with a mattress. Then comes the travel trailer. We all know cats aren’t fans of being put in a cage or moving vehicle. We stay our last few days at an RV park just outside of SD, giving us all a minute to acclimate to our new home and tie up a few loose ends.  

Let’s get this party started Beau. They’re pretty good about the driving, they work it out amongst themselves in the truck pretty well. The first leg or two they were thinking “Sweet! Road trip!”  Now they are mostly looking at us like “Another fucking car ride?!” 

 


The cats seem to be ok with it all. They were my biggest concern. Aside from one little Peeing on James’ clothes incident, (I’m going with Meows) and one little throw up (Daddy, definitely Daddy, but he has a sensitive tummy) they’ve been fucking chill!! YAYThey like to be on the high ground, they are after all, in charge. 

She’s camouflage! Just because it’s a “dog bed” doesn’t mean its only for the dogs. πŸ™‚

Lily’s best friend. All is right in the world when Daddy figures out a way to get his water fix. Beau makes a great pillow, or maybe I can interest you in a Beau scarf.                                                                        Then there’s the family meals. “Only one thing smells like bacon and that’s bacon!!!!”​  (If you zoom in you can actually see Daddy licking his chops!) πŸ‘…                               This baby girl is the chillest of them all. Finds that sweet spot and burrows in. Well, thankfully the park we’re at for a few days has a really nice dog run that they LOVE! They do laps chasing each other and get all their wrestling and energy out, we like that.πŸ‘πŸ» And time to not be linked together, they like that. 🐢

There’s a ton more pics of my babies but I’ll spread them throughout the journey. 😘😽🐢

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