Painter Farm

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We call our new place “Painter Farm” because it’s what the realtor called it as we discussed putting in the application.
Here are a few snaps from around the house. A few little details.

We have two of these windows in the house, one at the bottom and one at the top of the staircase.

We have two of these windows in the house, one at the bottom and one at the top of the staircase.


The view from the upstairs bathroom, looking down into the back yard and the little shed.

The view from the upstairs bathroom, looking down into the back yard and the little shed.


Jack on the screened porch.  I got the little table and chairs for a song at a store closing it's business.

Jack on the screened porch. I got the little table and chairs for a song at a store closing it’s business.


The front porch lamp. The ceiling of the porch is painted "haint blue" which is said to ward off evil spirits and bugs. :)

The front porch lamp. The ceiling of the porch is painted “haint blue” which is said to ward off evil spirits and bugs.🙂


This is a lamp in the downstairs foyer. I just LOVE the detail in the oak trim!

This is a lamp in the downstairs foyer. I just LOVE the detail in the oak trim!


The banister on the stairs has this lovely detailing as well, so handsome!

The banister on the stairs has this lovely detailing as well, so handsome!


The little boys bedroom. It has a neat shape to it like a turret style. We have two boys in each of the two rooms. Scott and I share the only room with a decent closet.

The little boys bedroom. It has a neat shape to it like a turret style. We have two boys in each of the two rooms. Scott and I share the only room with a decent closet.

Lily came for a visit. Here you can see a bit of the built in cabinet behind them. It provides lots of china hutch type storage and is a good place for me to keep extra kitchen appliances.

Lily came for a visit. Here you can see a bit of the built in cabinet behind them. It provides lots of china hutch type storage and is a good place for me to keep extra kitchen appliances.

My messy kitchen. I love the island center for washing dishes and the sink there. I don't love that it's so close to the fridge that folks use it as a place to set things from the fridge as they are getting food out.

My messy kitchen. I love the island center for washing dishes and the sink there. I don’t love that it’s so close to the fridge that folks use it as a place to set things from the fridge as they are getting food out.

The living room downstairs is also shaped in the "turret" style that matches the little boys room directly above it. We started off with one couch and three chairs but now have two couches and three chairs, and for the first time in forever we ALL have a place to sit!

The living room downstairs is also shaped in the “turret” style that matches the little boys room directly above it. We started off with one couch and three chairs but now have two couches and three chairs, and for the first time in forever we ALL have a place to sit!


The walls going upstairs have provided a good gallery space for my nautical photography. It was Max's idea to put the photos here and I like it very much.

The walls going upstairs have provided a good gallery space for my nautical photography. It was Max’s idea to put the photos here and I like it very much.


Okay that’s a little glimpse, however choppy it may be, into our little house we call Painter Farm.
Have a good week folks, and may The Lord bless you and keep you.

The move and the second break

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I was officially walking without a boot by about June 22, getting my strength every day. We worked hard to get the house packed up with a scheduled move of July 1. I went back to work on June 29 and it was like “riding a bike” I hadn’t forgotten anything in that two months off work. Back into the swing of things and answering lots of questions from customers asking about the break, and was I glad to be back at work. Scott took July 1 and 2 off work so he could facilitate the movers and he and Noah did a LOT of moving on their own using our two vehicles. All this happening while i was at work. I would leave to go to work and come home with all the boxes in the house on the first day, and on the second day, everything was put away! Amazing. They really hustled and I am so proud of all their hard work. That weekend, July 4, Scott’s family came over for a day visit, bringing subway, drinks and cake to celebrate my mother in laws birthday. I really enjoyed showing off the house. It is a bit smaller in square footage than the water view house, however the space is organized in such a way that there is no wasted space, and the overall living area is much more efficient. I have two stories in this house. I’ll try to explain the layout.

The house is set midway on two acres, with a corn field on one side and a Bed and Breakfast on the other. It’s a traditional farm house, built in 1913. Two stories, full front porch and partial side porch that is now screened in. Downstairs is a grand stair case, a foyer, dining room with closed up fireplace, kitchen with wood stove that is out of order😦 and closet that holds a stacking washer/dryer. Also off the kitchen is a full bath with sink, toilet and stand up shower. Kind of odd to have a bathroom right off the kitchen but it had to be modified as it IS an old house. Anyway, also downstairs is the family room or living room, and the screened in porch is off the living room. There is also a back porch and a back entrance into the house, which is what we primarily use as the driveway makes a complete U going around the back of the house. On the property is also a small shed and a separate garage. Upstairs are three bedrooms, a full bathroom with a tub/shower combo and another foyer or “landing” if you will, that is big enough for my desk and Bingo’s bed. Third story is a finished attic space. Finished in that it has a floor put down, but not insulated for anyone to actually want to hang out there.  On the property is a mulberry tree, fig tree, pecan tree and a few assorted bushes. I think Scott said we also have a crabapple tree. I would love it if we had some wild blackberries but as of yet it doesn’t seem like we do.

We had settled in quite nice and I was in a good routine of doing chores and hanging out with the boys before going off to work. On Saturdays I would commit two hours to house cleaning and actually enjoyed it! I had ordered and received a free fit bit through a program at work and was wearing it around the house and to work to track my steps each day. On July 31 I got home from work around 6:30, had dinner with the family then we all head outside as we are inclined to do, each working on a project or getting some fun exercise. I was walking laps around the yard. The guys had been gracious enough to mow a “path” for me to walk around and I was working on that, and had just completed my eighth lap when Scott turned to look at me, I looked at him and quickly lost my balance and fell over. Keep your eyes where you’re walking people! I was right next to the fig tree when this happened, there was a shallow divot (what’s with me and shallow divots?) and I stepped into it with my right foot and fell to the left. I had seen a little pile of branches, so when I heard the multiple cracks I was hopeful, oh so hopeful that it was the branches. I could tell however by the FEEL of my ankle, that it wasn’t the branches, it was my leg. Crying in pain but also crying in anger(why am I such a klutz?? how could this happen AGAIN??), Scott hollered for the boys to bring me the crutches (good thing to have around it seems) and he got me up and I went UP the five stairs using the crutches, into the house.  Scott had been mowing so while I lay on the couch just ANGRY that I’ve done this again so quickly, he got a quick shower. Back down the stairs and to the ER, where they quickly determine I had broken two bones in three places and would again, need to see Dr. Deafenbaugh on Monday. They splinted me up, drugged me up and sent me home to wait out the time until my appointment Monday. We saw Dr. Deafenbaugh right away that Monday and he said yes, I would in fact need surgery this time, and he could do it the very next day, or I could seek a specialist or get a second opinion. We knew of an ankle/foot specialist across the bay and asked that they schedule me with a consult with him. Well low and behold, consult made, a few more X-rays, a few more splints made up and now it’s a waiting game, waiting for the surgery to be scheduled. I finally had the surgery TWO FULL WEEKS after the initial break, hey, I was the one who wanted the specialist! What a difference I could feel right away. Just having the bones not floating around and the broken ends knocking into each other anymore was a HUGE relief. Now I am officially six weeks post op and on Tuesday I get the hard cast off for good (I had it removed once long enough to remove the 26 stitches) and then I’m into a “walking boot” or “air cast” for another six weeks. Boy am I ready! I think most of my pain now is actually from my cast pinching nerves in my toes. However I am certain that once I start walking on my foot, putting weight on it, I will start experiencing new pain and will have new challenges to overcome.

11252551_10206266444832910_7937447956928058571_o Here you see the initial X-ray of the break. The fibula was  a LONG break, and the tibia was a short break.

11836715_10206354802881806_7363466312832731552_n  Here you see the post op X-ray. Two plates, one of them looking like a hook, and eleven screws.

11900133_10206376033612561_2839644818876852401_o This is when they took the cast off at two weeks post op to remove the stitches. So glad he didn’t cut through my ICTHUS tattoo.

11900067_10206376027612411_5456461958954563687_n Same stitch removing day, the outside of my foot. The red icky bit is from a fracture blister that had occurred before surgery. I had to have it de-roofed and bandaged up before they could confirm surgery wouldn’t be an issue.

I’m going to have some lovely scars to show you all soon! Once I get the walking boot, I’ll wear it all day every day for six weeks, taking it off to shower and I think to sleep. It will take me a week or so to get my balance and strength with the boot, based on my experience with the first break. We are already planning a Kings Dominion trip. We had bought the tickets MONTHS ago but had to keep canceling because of my break, Sam’s break (yeah, runs in the family) and then my second break. Now it seems, boot and all, we’ll finally get to go and the money won’t be wasted.

Prayers appreciated as I start walking in the boot and building up my strength. A big issue for me has been that the pain meds keep me awake, so I’m kind of a zombie most of the time because I either stay awake and not in as much pain, or try to sleep through the pain which is possible, but not fun at all.

What better time than Five o’clock in the blessed a.m. to try and document your summer

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And while heavily sedated too. ZZZZZZZZZ

I’m currently downstairs with our futon and sleeper sofa all in the nigh time sleeping party position. Lounging about me is Sam, Max and Jack. Noah and Scott are too cool for this party. It’s okay, I tell myself they’re too loud and smelly for this party and they can just stay right upstairs.

On my walk,um, crutch to the bathroom, I decided I needed to do a blogpost documenting my breaks, and the move. So here goes. May 1, 7:40 am, walking into work. it had rained the night before which made precarious little potholes all through the parking long at work. No worries. i had my rain boots on and my pants rolled up and just strolled right on through the puddle like a boss. The problem came in that at the bottom of the puddle was a divot or shallow hole where once upon a time, fuel oil had been pumped under ground. Anyway, I stepped right into that jerk of a hole as I was walking into work and fell over. I felt like I had sprained my left foot and possibly broken something on the right. Both pants knees were torn, hands were scuffed form the fall.  I made it into the building, stepping over the threshold with my left foot leading ,felt and internally hear a pop, and with that dramatically yelled out and fell over. Let the waterworks begin. This was a Friday, and as I’ve already mentioned the first of the month, meaning it was going to be a very busy day. I apologized profusely but wouldn’t be able to work and could someone call my husband please. He arrived in no time, a knight in shining armor (a rain jacket) and he picked me up, like literally squatted down and picked me up (swoon), got me into the van and back home where we promptly called the doctors office and said we’re coming in hot! I changed out of my wet and torn pans into some stretchy house pants and off we went. The whole time thinking the left was sprained and right was broken and putting weight on the left accordingly. OOPS.

It turns out it was the left that had a bone up in the foot that decided to break, and looking back I see it was that POP that I’d heard and felt as I stepped right into the door of work. The right foot was “only” badly sprained. I was splinted up and sent home and told to follow up with Dr. Deafenbaugh (our areas ONLY orthopedic guy) on Monday. That splint was miserable and that was a miserable and painful weekend.  Finally Monday rolls around, Dr. D gets me right in, does a second X ray and some other kind of scan and says a simple “boot” cast will do the trick, that and stay off of it for six weeks.  This is all workmans comp, so I figure I’ll stay home and “enjoy” summer a little bit more than if I’d been at work the scheduled 30 hour week.

A few weeks into May our landlord rung up, asking for a meeting. This has happened a few times before and usually ends in us getting fussed at for not doing things we were never told to do, or for him asking us for money for repairs, kind of crazy, but I won’t get into that now. This particular meeting was to talk about him wanting to sell the house. Keeping in mind that HE had insisted in a three year lease, which wouldn’t expire until June of 2016, He wanted to see how we’d feel about moving out. In his “ideal world” we would move out in 60 days. The house is a summer house, it would show better that way, yada yada yada.  So we explain that we don’t have it in our budget to move out and that we will discuss this and get back to him. After a few days Scott has compiled a list of “concessions” if you will, that the landlord would have to take in order for us to break the lease and move out in 60 days. He sends it to him via email. Crickets. We don’t hear anything back for about a week. Then early June the landlord finally emails his agreement to our requirements, and asks for a walk through of the house, I guess to get mentally an idea what he’ll need to do to get the house market ready. So he comes for this “walk through” about June 12 and as he’s standing there, he says “what would it take for you guys to be out by the end of this month?” I reply “as in 19 days from now?”

We hadn’t been packing or anything other than sorting because when we didn’t hear back from him, we figured he had changed his tune, that he didn’t want us out that bad to essentially pay us off. So he springs this 18 days business on me, i say this “fine, in addition to all the other things you and Scott have agreed on, I’d like movers and a truck on moving day. If I had time and a healed foot we could make this move in 60 days, but you want to bump it up to 19 days from now I want a couple of guys and a moving truck. Your money, you pick.” He walked away and again it was quiet. Finally later that evening he agreed. So we had about 18 days from “go” to moving day to get that house packed  up. I don’t know how we did it but we did it. Basically I sat in a room surrounded by boxes and the boys all brought everything down out of the attic and closets and we starting boxing things up.  It was a mess, but at this point I was ready to leave the dream home. We put in an application to rent a house back in the woods, waited and waited on that and it was turned down in lieu of a single woman. Then we were green lighted for a smallish ugly house and that application approved, a little over what we wanted to pay but still less than our current water home/winter disaster. Finally our agent encouraged us to put an application in on what she was calling “Painter Farm”. there was already an application in, and the landlord would be meeting those people on a saturday but we could come by and meet him as well.  The applicants who had dibs, never showed up so we got to meet him. He was (and is) a very nice gentleman. He reminds me of my brother in law Nathan, you know the busy, smart type that can’t sit still for a minute. Anyway, we quickly had the lease drawn up, this time for two year (so they could take it off the market) with an optional clause that if either parties isn’t pleased, at one year the lease can be terminated. I thought that was interesting to ask for a two year lease, and then put in that clause. I really hope the landlord doesn’t decide to act on it. We like this house a lot. I’ll write more later about the move, the rest of the summer and my second break. I think my typing is waking up my munchkins.   DSC_0626 And that’s my fancy “boot” that I got to wear for 6 weeks as I stayed off my foot. This picture was taken on the 17 of June, the first official day I could start walking on the boot. DSC_0633I forgot to mention that Geri and her crew had already had a scheduled visit from June 12-17. We took a break from packing and hung out with our friends. Last water house visit. She did get to see Painter Farm with me and was very encouraging about this house not being too “fancy” for our family, and also very prayerful on the whole matter.

Besties, and yes I'm in my pajamas.

Besties, and yes I’m in my pajamas.

Life Lessons

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What do you need to know in order to be a useful and productive citizen of the world? How about just of America? Obviously you should know how to write and to sign your name, although I understand cursive is a rare thing in kids these days. I also think you should understand basic math because it’s required in day to day life, and you should know basic world history, and social skills. Manners, religion, science, art and music are other things that should be covered in your primary education. So all that to say, I want to incorporate some LIFE skills into the boys basic Reading, Writing and Arithmetic.
So here is my current list of what we are “adding” into our day to day schooling. Let me know what you think and if you have any further ideas.
Current Events
Laws in your state
Human Rights
Animal Rights
Civil Rights
Basic first aid
Political systems
Writing checks
Cashing checks
what you need to open a bank account
Applying for a job
Building a resume
Practice job interviews
Organizing bills
Paying bills
Making a household budget
Typing lessons

So far the boys are really enjoying this “extra” stuff, and like that it’s a big group lesson and not them all scattered off to their own corners of the house. I like it too and am enjoying spending this extra time with them.🙂

burning the midnight oil

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Years ago as a young adult I remember when insomnia would strike me. Maybe it was from having caffeine too late in the day or maybe it was from medicine or maybe from worry. Either way, it was an occasional issue and I didn’t handle it very well. I remember lying in bed at night and crying, CRYING because I was so very tired and couldn’t fall asleep.

I don’t cry over it any more.

As a mid-lifer, middle age woman, however you want to phrase that, (I’m 42) I still have bouts of insomnia. Currently it’s from the medicine I have to take for pain. I have tried my very best to take as few as possible and I am doing very good with that aspect. However, I am still having considerable pain in the evening and needing pain meds, and simply dreading knowing that while I won’t be in pain, I will be awake. Last night was one such night. I had considerable pain and took my medicine around 10pm. I then lay in bed, eyes closed, the right temperature setting, fan blowing on low and otherwise very comfortable. I checked the clock periodically and saw as 12, then 1:20, then 2:30 and then 3:15 came and went. I was upset but not crying. I just couldn’t make my mind be still.  So what can I do? My natural tendency is to let my imagination run wild, but my natural tendency is also very sinful and I can spend considerable time imagining all sorts of disasters or illnesses coming on my family. Kids falling down stairs, getting run over by cars, diagnosed with terminal illness. Husband bored with me and wandering off and more. Oh my mind is a desperately wicked place! So I have to train myself, make myself, focus on good things. Find things to be thankful for, which for me isn’t very hard. I have a LOT to be thankful for. When I run out of that, then I start thinking over my list of friends or Facebook acquaintances who need prayer. And I pray. I pray for the ones in China on missions, I pray for all the pastors and their wives. I pray for the moms who are stressed, sick, dying. I pray for their children. I pray for the lost to find Jesus. I pray for Jesus to come! I pray and pray until I fall asleep. When I wake up, typically very very late in the morning after a night like this, I feel rested. I feel at peace. I feel all “prayed up”. I want to hug my kids a little tighter, find more things to be thankful for and as the day goes on, I pray a little more for those I’d already prayed for. “Such a time as this”. Maybe I was wide awake, for such a time as this.

Matthew 6:25-34 New American Standard Bible (NASB)

The Cure for Anxiety
25 “For this reason I say to you, [a]do not be worried about your [b]life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the [c]air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? 27 And who of you by being worried can add a single [d]hour to his [e]life? 28 And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, 29 yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. 30 But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith! 31 Do not worry then, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear for clothing?’ 32 For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 But [f]seek first [g]His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be [h]added to you.

34 “So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will [i]care for itself. [j]Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Jeremiah 17:9 New American Standard Bible (NASB)

9 “The heart is more deceitful than all else
And is desperately sick;
Who can understand it?

Philippians 4:8 New American Standard Bible (NASB)

8 Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is [a]lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, [b]dwell on these things.

Psalm 100 New American Standard Bible (NASB)

All Men Exhorted to Praise God.
A Psalm for [a]Thanksgiving.

100 Shout joyfully to the Lord, all the earth.
2 Serve the Lord with gladness;
Come before Him with joyful singing.
3 Know that the Lord [b]Himself is God;
It is He who has made us, and [c]not we ourselves;
We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.
4 Enter His gates with [d]thanksgiving
And His courts with praise.
Give thanks to Him, bless His name.
5 For the Lord is good;
His lovingkindness is everlasting
And His faithfulness to all generations.

1 Samuel 12:23 New American Standard Bible (NASB)

23 Moreover, as for me, far be it from me that I should sin against the Lord by ceasing to pray for you; but I will instruct you in the good and right way.