Country Living

Back to life...Back to reality

Although I have a few things left to wrap up at the old place, we are on the ranch and couldn't be happier.  The 3 littles ones have found a mud hole, at least I think it's mud, and spend most mornings covered in brown greatness.  I am still trying to get this place in order, so for now, as long as they're having fun and not getting hurt, I'm okay with that. 

Tyler is having Xbox withdrawals ( internet has not been arranged as of yet) so he is having to find other things to keep him occupied: studying for permit on Thursday, mowing, walking around the property with the little ones.  Sydney is well Sydney.  13 going on 21.  Teenagers are going to be the death of me, and I still have 14 years to go.  Help me now.

I have another week off from my classes before returning and this couldn't have some at a better time.  After almost a year of courses, I am still maintaining a 3.8 GPA believe it or not.  Rod is working, like he always does, and trying to get his "man-cave" fixed up in his shop/garage.

We are currently residing about 15 miles from Clinton city limits and wouldn't change a thing.    

On the road again

It's actually we, but you get the idea.  Although the thought of moving AGAIN kills me, I can only take so much; stupid, pain in the butt, nosey neighbors.  Just one neighbor really, but that's one too many. We have found a place that should suit us perfectly (except if you ask Rod the cemetery that adjoins the property is unsettling).  I told him they won't haunt the house this way.  They're already at rest!  I'm crazy that way.