House Update

To Recap:
The day it went on the market, we lookat at a bank owned, diamond in the rough, sitting high on a hill on one acre on a fan-flippin-tastic private country road.

Because this diamond is really in the rough, we offered well below asking price.

There were multiple offers. The bank told all parties to make there best and final offer.

We offered well above asking price.

Dude at the bank responsible for this house went on vacation for the entire week of Thanksgiving.

Today bank tells us WE OFFERED TOO MUCH MONEY and need to resubmit ANOTHER, LOWER offer if we are still intersted in it.

(Me SOOO confused! What do we offer? We obviously don't want to be too high, because the bank of CRAZY won't accept it, but we don't want to be too low, 'cause then one of the other people might get it!!)

We offered just a tad over asking price today.

What the flip!? Just take our money and give us the house!!!

An Interesting Thanksgiving Treat

I've heard of handing out Thanksgiving day cards, or perhaps passing along some homemade yumminess in the form of bread or cookies...but apparantly people in our town have a totally different tradition...

We were enjoying a fabulously relaxed evening on the couch watching Jay Leno's monologue when we heard a car stop outside our front door (so suprise, there's a stopsign outside our front door). But then someone loudly rand up our front steps. Jason was off the couch in split second, hand on door ready to open it...then we heard the mailbox (attatched to our house) clang and and aweful noise start coming from it. The person banged loudly on the door and you heard foot steps running away.

Visions of exploding shrapnel tearing into our flesh flashed before my eyes. "Don't you dare open that door Jason," I yelled! "Get the phone! Get away from the door!" He respected my wishes about the door but stayed to peer out the window and get a description of the truck as I high tailed it to the other side of the house while dialing 911. I gave all the info and was patched through to an officer I believe.

"It IS an explosive," the officer told me. "Have anyone in your house stay away from the mailbox. A truck matching the description has done this to two other houses tonight. We're sending an officer right over and maybe firetruck too."

Commence my screaming, "JASON! GET AWAY FROM THAT DOOR! IT'S AN EXPLOSIVE! THE POLICE SAID ITS AN EXPLOSIVE! GO GET ELLA! GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR!"

The police show up, spotlight our house and then walk up to our mailbox. (I'm thinking, "What are you doing!? You'r gonna get blown up! You're going to lose an eye, or an arm, or your face!!! Ahh! I don't want to see this!") The police bravely extracts the offendind item and it is.....a vibrator.

Yup, that's right. Apparantly in this quaint little town, people leave free sex toys in your mailbox as a Thanksgiving offering of cheer.

Did I mention that we haven't heard anything on the house yet and I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY hope we get it and move far away from this place!!!!!!!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving to all. I'm headed north to celebrate with family. Jason went on ahead in order to do his hunting and gathering with a good friend that he rarely gets to see. Here's hoping he gets a deer or at least has a great time!

There is SOOOOO much to be thankful for! Family, faith, old friends and new, employment, provision, home and health. They may sound trite, but I don't ever want to take them for granted!

I am especially grateful this year to be eating an organic, locally raised turkeythat was given to my sister by one of her students. Just recieved that tidbit of info from my momma yesterday. Yummm!

Happy, Happy Thanksgiving! C'mon. Get in the spirit. Leave a comment about what you're grateful for!!!

Have You Ever Had One of THOSE Days?

Well, today was one of THOSE days for me. First off, I've been fighting some sickness for a while. Just keeping it at bay enoughs to still be able to steam roll through my days, but feeling like a steam roller just got finished with me by the time dinner's on the table.

This morning my kitty graced me with an unexpected trip to the vet, and a 1 Gazillion dollar bill for his pesky little UTI.

I needed to to laundry and pack our bags for a trip north for Thanksgiving, but I realized I had no laundry detergent or disposable diapers. A trip to Walmart ensued and I decided to use my birthday giftcard to shop for some clothes I really need while I was there.

First of all, they were out of just one certain size diaper...Ella's size of course! So I had to get the more expensive brand. (Please note: I HATE shopping. It's a necessary Evil.) I primarily needed long sleeve shirts. I must have tried on EVERY long sleeve shirt they had in the store. It took forever! Too big, too small, too thin, too low cut, too short, not my color. I ended up with ZERO long sleeve shirts. I picked up other things instead and headed to the checkout.

Nice cashier lady had rung up all my giftcard purchases and whatdaya know...I couldn't find my giftcard. I tore my purse apart there in the line and came up with nothin'! I asked if they could hold the items because I had spent all of that prescious time shopping and I WASN'T doing it again. She agreed. I bought my other things and silently fumed all the way out to my car. I looked all through the car and couldn't find it. As I pulled out of the store I realized my gas light was on. Had no idea how long it had been on. I drove all the way home and as I pulled in the drive I looked on the back seat and there was the gift card!!!! ARRRGGHHH. I figure either God was having a hearty chuckle at that point, or my whipping around corners had shaken that dang thing loose from somewhere.

So I filled the car up with gas, drove all the way back and made my purchases and got a grip and a little perspective. Although the events of my day were surely annoying, and would have made great material for an evening sitcom...they were surely nothing major. My bad day is probably someone else's best day comparatively. And then I had a good chuckle!

And besides that, who could stay in a bad mood when you come home to this little cutie! Here she is cruisin' with her crawling on ANY surface and hugging Mr. Quinn!

Back On My Game

I have to admit, last year I didn't do so hot with the Christmas gifts. We only buy one for each person, and I try to put some thought and time into each one. Last year during my normal shopping time frame, I was a little preocupied with being homeless while we bought and developed land and planning for the birth of our first child, ya know, nothin' major. So, many gifts were hastily purchased online and even though they showed up looking totally different than what I expected, I didn't have the energy to return them and get something else! Also, I'd be the first to say that my typically beautiful wrapping job was definitely not up to par...it wasn't even in the same galaxy as par. I don't know....maybe that had something to do with the fact that I had a newborn and was struggling with things like fearing I would never again in my life be able to sit normally.

Well, I'm happy to report that this year...I'm back on my game. All of our Christmas presents are thoughtfully bought AND wrapped. Also, Ella's and Jason's birthday presents are wrapped, and all decorations for Ella's 1st birthday party are made. It feels so good!!! I can't wait to put up Christmas decorations! It's all I can do to contain my garland, lights and nativities until after Thanksgiving!!!

Now, I can spend time doing what this season was meant for...resting, reflecting on the birth of our Savior, and enjoying friends, family and life in general!

House Update

It seems Jason and I have a knack for finding REALLY good house deals. When we bought our house in Old Town, it had been undercontract and then fell through. The day it came back on the market, seven people looked at it and multiple offered. We got it.

Well, word has just come back on our potential abode. It went on the market 11/17, we offered 11/18...apparantly so did multiple other people. The bank has told everyone that it is a multiple offer situation...we all have one chance to make our best offer, then they'll decide. SUPER! There's something about a bank sitting back watching us all scramble around that doesn't sit so well with me!

So we're making our best offer tomorrow at 8:30am. I'm totally freaking out on a number of different fronts. Not one of those fronts includes stressing that we won't get it. I don't really care. If it is supposed to be, it will be. Wish us luck!

IT'S HAPPENING!!!

...no, we've not heard anything on the house. We're guessing they'll wait until the last minute just in case any other offers roll in. I mean, we did offer on it the day after it was listed and it didn't even have a for sale sign up yet!


Something FAR more exciting and momentus is happening! ELLA IS CRAWLING!!! Bless her little, almost one year old, heart. We knew she was close, getting up on all fours and rocking back and forth with ease, but we have no carpet and with these slippery floors her progress was at a stalemate. We figured 20 bucks for an area rug was a worthy investment in our child's gross motor skills development. Brought it home tonight and whadaya know!? Whamo bammo...we have a crawler!!! Feast your eyes on this talent!

The Big News

Tuesday was my Birthday. A house came on the market on that day and we looked at it on that day(ps: we've been looking at houses for one week now). We made an offer on it yesterday. This could be the biggest birthday present I ever got!...aaaand the only Birthday present I've had to pay for for the next 30 years but whatev!

It is a 3 bedroom, 1.5 bath 2,200 sq. ft. home with atached 2 car garage situation high on a hill on a 1 acre lot on a REALLY nice road in a really nice town with good schools and it's close to Jason's work. These are the houses across the way and down the road that are listed at 350k.

"WOW!" you must be thinking, "Are you guys THAT loaded now that Jason's working at the shipyard!?" No. No we are not. It's just that if we must pay to have a roof over our head, we'd just really rather pay money toward a mortgage every month than throw it away on rent. Let me explain. Our potential little gem is a bank owned property listed at 130k...and we offered lower than that....and it bears no resemblence to those pictures up there.

Why didn't I post a picture of our potential abode? Well, primary reason numero uno is that I didn't want to be the cause of pure, unadulterated envy when you lay eyes on the neon teal paint that dons every inch of trim on this bad boy. I didn't want you to drool over the busted up cuppords, hanker for the cheap peel & stick tile or nasty @** carpet that covers every square inch of flooring in the main living space. And heaven forbid you lose complete self control over the thought of getting to wash the soot from the walls that we think is from a kerosene heater they used when they were being forclosed on. Seriously, my description is probably getting you excited enough. There's no need to put an actual visual along with that amazing word picture.

This is where vision, investment and a little bit of crazy comes in people. Please recall that we took our super dated 70's ranch in Old Town and revamped that thing inside and out in the span of 2 1/2 years. We created a beautiful home that sold for full asking price in 4 days flat (in one of the worst housing markets we've ever seen!) We can do this!

One big difference here is that a small ranch in Old Town was only ever going to be worth so much. Let me reiterate. This is a 2,200 sq. ft. house that sits high on a hill on a beautiful one acre lot in a very, very, very nice neighborhood. We plan on being there at least until we retire. That means we have plenty of time to save up and put in high quality stuff...do it exactly the way we want it. By the time we're finished with this thing, you won't recognize it! It is the chance of a lifetime to build equity. It is exacty what we've been looking for! And by the time we retire it will be worth so much and we'll owe so little (and by little I mean nothing if all goes as planned). It's such a great investment!

With all that said, we still haven't heard if our offer is accepted...they have 'till 5pm on Fri. And even if they do accept our offer, I fully expect the house to fail inspection in pretty much every area. But hey, if both of those things work out we'll have ourselves one (potentially) rockin' house!!!

Super Duper Cute Videos

I like to call this one "Daddy Gets Snubbed"

And this one is "If You're Happy and You Know It." (one of her newest talents)

Some Crafty Crafting

I've still been managing to squeeze some crafting into what seem like super busy days. My mom gave me some ADORABLE fabric that matches Ella's room colors perfectly. I set it aside, not knowing what to use it for for a while but alas it has become something! We rearranged downstairs which landed this little cubby hole bench upstairs. I designed the bench, Jason made it, then I apholstered it. It was created specifically for a spot in our house in Old Town, but look how perfectly it fits in this little indent under Ella's window!? It's like it was made for it. And that fanciful fabric mom gave me has recovered two pillows that top the bench and just beckon you to sit on this cute little window seat! Is God good or what? Even in the littlest of things! Also, my little babes 1st Birthday is coming up! It's going to be pink and green and lady bug themed! Here are the little invitations I made up! The wings open up to reveal the invite. But I'm not going to show you that because then our personal info would be all over the web! (If you didn't get one, don't be sad. She'll never remember it. It had to stay limited to close fam. and friends because our abode is so "cozy" and "quaint" If you got one, you can feel free to RSVP:)

Life Lessons

Picture it: A high pitched scream errupts. I turn around to see Ella on her belly, one of her hands shut in her book, the other hand placed firmly on top of that book pressing it closed with with all of her might because she was trying to push herself up and away from the book with the free hand. The continusous screaming was partly pain, but mostly frustration and anger. I went to help her and she resisted my help, screaming louder in frustration. I spoke soothingly to her, "You need to let mama help you honey." and luckily I'm bigger and stronger so she had no choice but to help me help her and I soon freed her from her predicament half chuckling, half thinking, "You poor thing."


Then I stopped to ponder. How often do I do this in my own life? How often to I cause my own pain by my own decisions or missteps and then try to get myself out of my mess all on my own...and only end up making matters worse? I am so sure that God is right there beside me all the while saying, "You need to let Papa help you honey." And I'm sure I just continue to struggle my own way...resisting His...screaming louder and louder! But the gentleman He is, He doesn't force His will upon me, making me choose Him and His way...he waits until I'm ready and come to Him. Oh how I long to come to Him quicker each time!

I swear I've never learned so much about God in my whole life as I have in the brief time that I've been a mother.


As I look through mother's eyes at our precious gift, I experience an intense love unlike any other (not more or less than any other kind of love, just different and unique)...great joy when I see her grow, learn and accomplish... almost real physical pain when she gets hurt... bright hope and anticipation for her to walk a right path in life that will lead to true happiness and fulfillment... a deep desire to appropriately teach, instruct and discipline her for her own good and and safety... and a ferocious mama bear drive to protect her from harm of any kind. And then I stop to think. This is how God looks at me. I understand Him, experience Him and bask in His love for me in a whole new way!

11 Months Old

While I stand behind what I think of the H.R. bill, it's consuming too much of my energy debating it. And while I think it's very important, I would much rather spend my time focusing on even more important things like my little lady Ella. She turned 11 months old this last Sunday. Time is flying! Her first birthday will be here before you know it! Here she is hugging her stuffed animals. And here she is dressed in a super adorable outfit last Sunday for church. Notice the pink velvet skirt, the shiny black mary janes and that pudgy little belly I just want to eat right up!It is beyond amazing to see her intelligence grow by leaps and bounds! Here are just a few examples.

~She understands when I say, "Use your words please." She stops yelling and signs more and points to what she wants.

~Last night I asked her if she was tired and she laid her head down on her hands on a pillow While I've been consistantly using this sign, I didn't know she had caught onto this one yet!

~She not only points to everything in her surroundings asking, "dat?" but she now points to specific things in the pictures of her books asking what they are.

~She follows simple instructions like, "Put the toy in the basket." When playing on her own you'll often find her taking things out of containers and putting them back in over and over.

~She's showing more and more preference. It's so neat to see her likes and dislikes emerge. She'll flip through a whole basket of books to find the one she likes and then hand it to you with and adorable look and and a question in her voice tone that clearly says, "Will you read it to me?" When you get done reading it, it starts all over. Her fave right now is wheels on the bus :)

Everyone loves the videos so here are two of them.

#1) Her new found sitting up talent in action

#2) Borrowing the fun ride on toy from the neighbor that she loved as well! The video might not capture it so well, but she does her little dancin' bounce when J pulls her around!

TELL YOUR SENATOR TO SAY NO TO "HEALTH CARE REFORM"

Socialism is coming like a freight train people and the first musings of it are veiled in the H.R. 3962 bill. It's already been passed in the house. Don't just lay down in the tracks and get run over! Contact your senators and tell them to vote NO on it!!!

Here are my big 3. (There's not time in the day to list everything that's aweful about this!)

#1) I have a serious problem with government officials passing a bill that takes away my right to choose. If this bill is passed you will HAVE to have health care. If you don't already have it you will have to sign up for the government "option". If you don't sign up for the government "option" you will be charged a tax. Obama claims it's not a tax, it's just everyone sharing their responsibility. HMMMMM, being forced to pay for everyone else.....does that sound a little like socialism!!!???....or worse!!!???

#2) This bill imposes such strict mandates on private insurance that the inevitable outcome will be private insurance throwing the towel because they won't be able to stay in business. The only thing that will be left is the government "option" so that is the healthcare YOU will have. What's the problem there? Have you EVER seen the government run ANYTHING that is quality, efficient and cost effective? Ummmm. No. We're in for some HORRIFIC health care people. This should be VERY SCARY to you!!!

#3) Obama said he wouldn't sign any bill that wasn't deficit neutral. To that I have this to say..."Liar, liar pants on fire!" Sophisticated argument I know....but it says it all. How long are we going to let government go spending money willy nilly that we DON'T have!!!???

Don't get me wrong. We need health care reform. But this is not reform. This is a poorly veiled bulldozing of the private health care system as we know it in order to replace it with a single payer, POORLY run, mandated government plan.

In Maine:

Contact Senator Snowe by email HERE

Contact Senator Collins by email HERE

To find your senator in another state go HERE

(PS: I have no problem with opposing view points. But if you post a comment as "anonymous" I will remove it. I have no time for people who won't stand behind what they believe!)

Check the Finger.

"A lady slipped me her contact info today," Jason said with an impish grin as he walked through the door waving a napkin in the air containing some blue ballpoint scribblings.

The contact info turned out to be totally harmless, someone interested in the Lifelines Outdoor Ministry we used to do. But he then continued to recount how two different nurses had hit on him while he was giving blood at work. (He said the conversations both fizzled quickly when he made sure to clearly slip, "My wife and I" in. Good man. Good man!)

I thought...Well, can you blame them? My husband is fit, ruggedly handsom, sporting some very sexy stubble right now and he's an engineer. Here are a bunch of female nurses taking blood at a naval base which has a predominantly male workforce who all make pretty good money. If that's not a prime opportunity for a little man scoutin' then I don't know what is!

Then I thought about it a bit more and saddled up my high horse. Sure I don't fault them for cruisin' the scene, but don't they have a little decency to lay off the married ones? Ummmm, hello ladies... Check the finger.

And it was at that moment that I checked the finger....of my educated, fit, ruggedly handsome husband...and noticed that there seemed to be something missing.

"Where is your ring?" I asked him.

At this point I do believe something like this was going through Jason's head, Oh crap. Why did I open my big mouth in the first place. What have I done!?

With a lowered head and the most ridiculously cute puppy dog eyes, he responded, "I haven't had it since April. When I was teaching I got that rash on my hand and couldn't wear my ring. I put it in my drawer and I think a kid stole it. I haven't seen it since. I swear I told you."

WHAT!? You see, the fact that my husband had lost his wedding ring didn't suprise me at all. We were already on ring #2 because ring #1 got left in The Forks when he chucked it into a dry bag when he was guiding a white water rafting trip. The disturbing thing was that it had been gone since APRIL and I had not noticed! I'm losing my touch people. Losing my touch.

"That's it," I said, "We'll make a double date out of it. You and Joe Cousins are getting rings tattooed on your fingers."

Video's of Ella

It's high time for some more videos! Here's video of our little lady waving, signing "more", pointing and saying "daddy"!!!

Organizing Fool

Those that know me will surely attest to the fact that it's safe to describe me as "type A" personality. I won't deny it. That's me to a tee!

Althought I've purged and organized and purged and organized, I still feel like the walls are closing in on me sometimes and I'm constantly mulling over ways to rearrange our remaining things so they are the neatest, most organized they can be. This has led me on a LONG search for a cheap but totally awesome computer desk. It's been a battle. Everytime I find something on craigslist, it's taken by the time I call or email. (I swear some people must sit in front of the computers 27/7 and just wait for things to pop up!) Alas I have been successful!!! This weekend we picked up this totally awesome, totally cheap desk and I've spent Ella's naps organizing and rearanging the house!

All office stuff is in this desk and filing cabinet...no more office stuff all hodge podge out and about driving me nuts!!! Oh man I'm feeling good. Here's a shot of the new "OFFICE" (really just one end of the long living room....but so it goes in a small...but adorable...apartment!) In addition, the window bench that used to be in front of that window has been separated and each one placed under each upstairs window creating the perfect little window seat and storage. And lastly, the bookshelves in the dining room are going to go upstairs. They are not kid friendly and it will look so much cleaner and more open with them out of that space. Seriously people...organizing gives me a high.