cooking anyone?

This move has been stressful. Some days I have wanted to scream and scream some more from frustration.

We have a ton less room than our last place. It is driving me crazy. Mostly I think the extra room was in storage; closets and such. But all will work out, because eventually what will happen is we will just throw it out and do without if it doesn't fit.

We haven't had a dining room table or chairs since the garage sale. Yesterday I hit the wall (so to speak) and got out the ingredients for making a new table ( because wood working is just like cooking, people!).

I am making the table out of two tables. One a pub table, and one a normal height table. Both tables have major issues and are just like peanut butter and chocolate; better together.

I will take a picture today when I finish them. And even though I want to eat on this table right away, we have to wait for everything to cure for at least a week. Booh.

In other news, I hate the lonely part about moving. We will go to our new ward Sunday and hopefully make some friends.

And I've been running the other direction from our house, and it's been so much better! Nothing has chased me so far.

Potatoes

I think maybe something died under our stove. I'm not sure of that, but the past few days I've been smelling a weird rotten potato like smell. The thing is, we have no potatoes in our house. I'm in no way moving this stove by myself. No. Way. I'm too afraid. Will someone come help me?

I started running again last week. It was fun clear up until the herd of cows started chasing me. I have prior experience with cows and jumping fences. They are nimble creatures. I was afraid the herd of cows were going to jump the fence between us and continue chasing me. Then a pack of dogs started chasing me. Okay, four dogs. I told them to get lost. Then they started biting me. That was scary. Then the dumb owner called them off.

It has been interesting living here so far. More on that later.

TEN

It seems like just yesterday that I married my best friend, but holy moly, it's been ten years.

There's no one else in this world I'd rather spend my life with; no one else I'd rather fight with. There's no one else I'd rather go through trials with; no one else I'd rather annoy.

I love you Trevor!!!!

Eh...

Time to get this house unpacked. Ugh.

Around the place

0ur backyard

Our mail box

The side of our house