Looks Like We Have Our New Project

Once upon a time I used to buy a lot of floor plan magazines.  You know the type where it shows you all sorts of houses and what the floor plans are and then if you love one, you can buy the blueprints for them.

I was fascinated with these magazines and bought a good handfull of them over the space of a few years.

I was looking for the house.  My house.

The hard part was trying to get my ex to agree with me on the houses I found I was drawn to.

Every magazine, without fail, I was drawn to the two story houses with dormer windows on the second floor and a giant porch with pillars.

Every time.

I never got that house.  My ex and I decided on buying a prefab house, it was cheaper and would be so much faster.  So we went to the lot and picked out a house.  We had a guy in our church who sold us part of the field next to his house and after jumping through this hoop and that, we had a hole, and then a foundation, and then our house was delivered pre-made in two pieces.



One level rambler but I loved it.

Vernal was booming at the time with the oil field and there was only one electricity crew running around trying to keep up with hooking up electricity to all of the new houses.  There wasn't a room available in any of the hotels because people were living in them.

I had a new house and I was dead tired of renting (though our landlords were wonderful people) and I needed electricity set up to my new house so I could move my young family into it.

There's an old adage that says, "the squeaky wheel gets oil," and as often as I called the man in charge of this electricity crew, nothing was happening, they were so busy, and so far behind.  It could be a month or more before they could get to us.

Well I wasn't about to just sit there and twiddle my thumbs.  I had a new house to move into.

So I made him chocolate chip cookies and took myself, with a plate heaped high of those cookies, and visited him at his office.  I didn't have an appointment but was lucky enough to catch him in his office and he was kind enough to let me in.  I gave him the cookies and told him I understood he was so busy and just felt so bad for all that he had to do and that I appreciated how hard he was working for Vernal.  And left it at that.

We had electricity the next week.

Because there's another adage that says, "you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar."

I eventually left that house.

And I eventually met West.

I remember the fist time I pulled up to his house and saw it.

Two stories.  Dormer windows.  Big porch with pillars.  And brick to boot.

It took two years of dating and a secret marriage before I would finally move into my dream house.

We've done a lot of remodeling on the inside and with every change we make I'm more and more in love with the house I live in (even with the pink kitchen counters).

This year we have to make some changes in the yard.

Along that big, beautiful porch we had some shrubs.

But this spring we've noticed that something has killed those bushes.

So of course one day I'm going to come home from work and find this going on:

Which means now we need to start figuring out what in the world we're going to do to fix it up.  That big porch is looking kind of nekkid now.

Nekkid.  As in naked.

I'm interested in mini orange blooms, supposedly they're good to grow here and smell like citrus flowers.  I'm worried about bees?  The Man is talking about building up a multi-layered garden and planting a plum tree.  I want strawberries.

Looks like we have our new house project.