Of course I just posted this to Livejournal after forgetting that I have a blog here.
Praise Jebus for copy and paste!
This afternoon I picked up five black star pullet chicks (who were born on Easter, aww). It turns out that they are apparently the last push that I needed to send me on my way with this project.
Sure, the chicks are a project on their own... I've been telling my husband for a while now that I wanted to get chickens. Now... well, he has no option but to start building that coop. ;-) It's a good thing that he's so handy with building things!
Where do we start... I suppose that we would have to start nearly 32 years ago, in this very house. The house looked very different then, of course. My parents were married and living here in 1980. They separated when I was a toddler and I was raised primarily by my dad, who was an amazing, funny, creative, talented, loving and intelligent man. Currently, I have one living parent - my mother who lives 2 hours away. She has many of the same qualities as my father, but through no fault of her own was not able to raise me. I am attempting to have a healthy relationship with her, although it is challenging at times. My father died in August 2005, and me being an only child, inherited his house - which was packed to the ceiling in many rooms. I met my husband in late 2008, who insisted that I do something about the house, which was 1.5 hours away from where I was living and too far away for me to care about as a 25 year old with life to figure out. I was working my way through community college, had started a banking career and also had the legal affairs of my dad's estate to worry about. The house was 1.5 hours away from me and I didn't have the time to devote to the maintenance or clean-up. I dropped a large chunk of money (half of the home's worth) repairing the roof and porch. My husband says I got ripped off, but I didn't know any better.
Nearly four years, nine 30-yard dumpsters and tens of thousands of dollars later (not including the roof, that might put us past the 6 figure mark), here we are. We stripped my childhood home to the studs and started all over. It's not the same house I grew up in. We made it ours.It cost a hell of a lot more to do things this way than to bulldoze it and build a new house, but now that I sit on our couch cozy, in front of the electric fireplace... yeah. We did the right thing. I think Dad would have been happy with what we've done. He bothered us a lot during the intensive rehab phase of the project, but things have cooled off in the paranormal sense around here lately. More about that in later posts, I imagine.
We are still finishing the house, about to start on the garden this year, and we are adding chickens to the mix.
So... in my life: adjusting to life as a wife (married 12/11/10), house rehab project to finish (~80% finished), new chicken project, new garden project, canning project, recipes to record, test, etc., AND I just started a new job a little less than a month ago (which I am LOVING so far)
My plan for having a blog originally was to have a place to store and rate recipes... I have so many things in my head that I like to make, but always lose the recipes, or the recipe cards get all sorts of gross foodstuffs on them. I'm also hoping to write a book one day. I don't know that anyone will read it, but I think it will be particularly cathartic for me... I'm hoping that some of these entries will help with the outline.
More to come soon, I hope. This is an exciting and exhausting time of my life. :)