Monthly Archives: January 2013


We were told of a possible snag going into the signing…our agent took care or everything on our side but the sellers don’t have our agent. So our 2pm signing wasn’t the smart thing to do. So now we close Wednesday…a busy day for me.

Drop Madigan off at school.
Drive to house for final walk through.
Get back to title company to sign paperwork.
Doctor appointment for Boomer.
Dentist appointment for Madigan.
After all paperwork is filed we get keys.

I am disappointed, but would rather be safe and close the correct way. So Wednesday it is. It will be a long weekend of packing and waiting.

Nomad no more

If you have known me more than 5 years you will have at least two, maybe three recent addresses on file for me. If you have known me more than 10 years, about 8 address and if you are my family or Steve you have had over 10. I am a nomad…a free-spirit….I’ve got gypsy blood.

We are about 3 hours from signing paperwork on our house. We did this once before, but put much less thought into it and ended up living in the house for about 6 months. It was a mistake, not a big one, in fact we have much larger mistakes that we are still paying on and will be parked in the driveway of the new house, but still a mistake. Buying this house is not a mistake.

When ever I see the roots and wings quote I know I have the wings part down. Madigan is a great traveler, she has gotten a tremendous amount of experience. She loves hotels and airports. Can handle a 10 hour drive like nobody’s business. If packing up an apartment was an Olympic sport, I would have the most metals, and all gold. I have driven between Virginia and Washington a few times. Buying this house will most likely put an end to that. I can’t say we will stay somewhere forever, but what we want to do now requires roots…literally.

I have some concerns, cause no one knows me like I do. 2 1/2 or 3 years is about all I have been able to do in the past. I hope to break that record. If what I want is chickens, and a garden, and stability for Madigan and our family, then we have to stay put. I need to be like asparagus. Asparagus can grow each season for 25 years off the roots you plant originally, the catch is, you can’t disturb the roots.

I am gonna work on being asparagus-like, and hopefully not disturb the roots.

Good parents give their children roots and wings. Roots to know where home is, wings to fly away and exercise what’s been taught them.

— Jonas Salk

Our seeds arrived

We put the cart before the horse. We bought the seeds before we even got the house.


I love that they wrap up the seed packets. I know it’s so they are stable when shipped but it is still fun to unwrap the presents packets.


We hope to get a closing date this week.

A new year

Looking at yesterday’s post in the light of day and an almost good night sleep here are my thoughts on the 20% pay cut.

I am thankful to still have a job — 80% is better than 0%.

I am not my job–it’s not personal. It goes back to profits before people.

Paycuts and layoffs make me want to be more sustainable not in the “f-them” kind of way but in the I want to know we are good no matter what company bottomline says.

We are good, no matter what.

Food in the freezer/food in the pantry. When the bad news hits my first thought is we have food. We are good, we are healthy and we can eat. And eat well in fact.

I have been fired from jobs I liked a whole lot more than this one. DRE/LIR and The Mic come to mind.

My job or my salary does not define who I am.

So I make a few bucks less an hour, who cares really when it comes to the big picture. I am still the best mom to my daughter, trying to be the best wife I can to my husband, I am a good friend (ask any of them), good sister (this one could be a push but I am trying), great daughter (FACT), awesome cook…and like every other set back we have had as a family we are good!


Minor distraction. Just a drop in the bucket.