our new house

Good morning!

I hope you guys are doing well. We are. Our stuff is still not here and no one seems to know where it is other than it is "in route". So, if you see a big moving truck filled with great fabric and our furniture can you please direct it to us here in San Angelo.

In the mean time we have been exploring our new little town. We went to Fort Concho the other day and looked around. It was pretty neat to see what this area used to be like. Stu and I have been having date nights since the kiddos are in VBS in the evening. Last night was a really fun one. We went to Leddys Boots last night and looked around. Holy cow. If you want some awesome boots and have about $2000 to spend this is the place to come. They have made boots for Elvis, and all the presidents (with the exception of the current one - and they will be not offering him any either ). They do fittings of your foot to make sure the boot is perfectly fit to your foot. You can select whatever leather you want....oh it is glorious. I wonder if I can make her a quilt for a set of boots....my new friend across the street is making her some paintings for some boots. After looking around the boot shop we went to a really neat little blues diner (Sealy Flats ) and listened to a fabulous little blues band and had fun dinner. We are having fun exploring San Angelo.



So without further ado.....here is our new house.

This is the boys' room.

here is a big closet.

Here is Emma's room.

This is our bedroom. Yes, it is an air mattress. We have to get up twice at night to pump it back up. We are using towels for pillows. Camping out in your new home is fun, but we thought our stuff would be here on Friday....so it is getting a bit old. But on the bright side, I am getting used to sleeping on the floor and my body is getting less and less sore in the mornings.

This is the living room.

This is the office side of the kitchen.

Here is our kitchen. I almost knocked myself out the other day on that tall counter. I have a big goose egg on my forehead....my 5 year old and I look alike in that matter. He is always running into things, I guess I am too.

This is the view from what will be my sewing room!

Here is my sewing room! What do you think? Not bad, huh? I can't wait to get all set up. through that door is a massive utility / laundry room I never have to take down my ironing board!

I am digging the house. We all are. We have fabulous neighbors. I think this is going to be a great place to live. Ya'll come visit. We can try on boots that cost thousands of dollars then listen to crazy blues music!

Oh a little side story....I can now talk about it and kinda laugh. So, you who know me know that I am a pretty happy gal. I am normally quite polite and I don't know a stranger. Well, on Friday I was a bit crazy. The move was making me nuts. It all climaxed on Friday morning while we were signing for our new house. These stupid lease signs made me really angry when we drove onto our new housing area. It was all decorated up like some new apartment complex with big flags and signs announcing the spacious floor plans and other amenities. I know the wait for housing is a very long one out here, and we are very blessed to move right into housing without having to rent on the economy for a year or so.

Anyway the signs were really irritating me. For any of you who have lived in military housing before, you know you really DON'T get a choice of where you get to live. You live in the house you are assigned. End of story. Well, we were going over the housing agreement.

1. I have to register my business with them.
2. For $250 I can rent the community center and teach classes, but I can't charge anything for the people who are taking the class.
3. We can't hang flower baskets or anything else from the dwelling.
4. We are responsible for getting rid of all the spiders and fire ants (and there are a zillion of both)

There were a bunch of other things that I can't remember....so I started asking questions. In a really rude manner. Unnecessary rudeness. I am not normally rude, so I can't control it when I set it free.

I demanded to know if I could have chickens. (I don't know where that came from. I have never had chicken before and really would have to do a great deal of research before beginning such an endeavor) The lady looked at me like I was a crazy person. My husband did too. I told her that chickens make great pets, they eat your rubbish, eat spiders and you can eat them and their babies when you feel like it. A fine pet. One you can eat.

I really couldn't believe what came out of my mouth. Moving insanity. Needless to say I am not allowed to have chickens. I think it is funny now. Funny and quite embarrassing. But I also think it may be the reason my truck is missing (payback for bad behavior on my part).

I hope you all have a great day and keep your eyes peeled for our moving truck. It is lost.

xo,

Tia