Wednesday, November 30, 2011




Day 11 - Free Water

A few of the kids and I headed to town today to look for some missing items in storage - we found some of them, but not all.  And we found the Artisan well My Man had heard about.  We dug a well, but it's not hooked up yet, so water is an issue.  It gets expensive to buy, so this free well is nice, and it has some of the best tasting water I've ever had.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Day 10 - Humanure Potty

We got our first snow today.  It didn't stick but it looked like a blizzard at times.

My man made our Humanure/sawdust toilet today - it feels so good to go to the bathroom inside a warm house.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Day 9 - Luxuries

We went to town today to wash clothes, and (drum roll, please) take showers (for the first time in nine days)....squeal!!!!  My Man rented a hotel room with a few of the kids while I took the rest of the kids with me to do laundry.  When my crew and I were done we went to the hotel to get our turn in the shower.  It felt sooooo good.  I stood under the hot water for so long my body was all shades of pink and red, and my fingers were like prunes:)

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Some random property pics


 I know it's looks trashy, but we're just moving in and have a loooong to-do list.  I can't wait until someday in the future that we get to look at before and after pics:)

Day 8 - New Camera



I've wanted a new camera ever since Kenny got one for Christmas two years ago.  I finally splurged and bought myself one on Black Friday.  Here are my first pictures - recovering sick people, sick people, and about to become sick people.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Day 7 - More Puke

The flu took it's time, but eventually it made it through the whole family.  I got it last, as usual.  It was "only" a 24 hour bug, but it was nasty, especially with no running water - another trip to the laundromat is in order.


Before I got the flu I took the opportunity to clear a path, and set up the granny potty shelter - more rain was on it's way, and who wants to be sick in the cold, wet rain?

Friday, November 25, 2011

Day 6 - The Flu

My Man and I went to town last night to buy a few things we wanted from the Black Friday ads, and then our tradition is to go with the kids later in the day. Before we left Collin said he didn’t feel well, but that he didn’t feel that bad, either. We made it about 20 minutes before he threw up in the car. We decided to just go get water, and sick people supplies, like 7-UP, and then head for home. While I was in the store some child or another came in to tell me Grant had just thrown up all over himself and his car seat, which meant it really was the flu, we really were all going to get it, and we really didn’t have water hooked up to the house so it was going to get ugly. I bought paper towels, which I never do, gallons of water, and loads of 7-up.
By that night Kenny, Jojo, G-man, and My Man were throwing up in five-gallon buckets, right after we had our turkey.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Day 5 - Thanksgiving

We planned our day - My Man would hang shelves so that I could unpack my kitchen stuff, I would cook dinner, we would watch some movies, look over the Black Friday ads, and just enjoy the day. But the shelves took longer than we thought, so long that I ran out of time to cook any dinner, and Columbus was in bed sick with the flu, so we decided to do thanksgiving in a day or two.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Day 4 - Power

I got up early again and while outside saw the power company down the road for the third day in a row. I just knew that meant we would be getting power, but we still had to cover the wires in the trench before they would turn it on, so Columbus woke My Man and we all grabbed shovels and started filling the trench. I was so excited we would be able to cook Thanksgiving dinner the next day.
After we got our power, we headed to town for the fixings for dinner. It really felt like a special treat to have power and be able to cook. I am pretty sure it was the first time in my life that I was thankful for power, which is kinda sad if you think about it; we just take so much for granted that really, we should not.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Day 3 - Unpacking

I woke up before any of the kids and decided to get to work. There was hardly a path through the mobile and I saw no way to make it all fit. I was overwhelmed, which isn’t easy to make me feel, so it was that bad. But by 1:30 I had the place looking rather homey, I, in fact, for the first time in a long time, felt rather accomplished. Like I had done something. Something good. And I saw us living in the mobile. I saw us happy. Until David put up shelves there wasn’t anything left for me to unpack, so the kids and I headed to town for a few things and to do laundry.
My Man and Columbus had returned the moving truck, which even though we were eight hours late with it they didn’t charge us any extra (PENSKE - I love them now). And then they went back to the house to finish cleaning it up for the final inspection that afternoon, which went well. They got home late that night and though exhausted managed to show their surprise at how nice the mobile looked.
That night, after everyone was in bed, I went outside to our four acres and I looked up into a crystal clear sky with stars that shown bright, and I felt at peace. Earlier in the day I had walked down to the house pad, and I could see that someday there would be a house. And I saw the framework for My Man's office, and the temporary chicken coop that he had built, and I saw progress and hope. I saw our dream taking place, slowly, it would come, and in the meantime, we would get to experience so much, together, as a family.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Day 2 - Daylight

The mobile wasn’t much better in daylight. It was still small. Smaller than I remembered, and shrinking as we unloaded more stuff into it. It was still raining, and still muddy. We accepted that we wouldn’t have the moving truck back on time and tried not to stress. By the time we got everything moved into the mobile, and then headed for the storage units, I was having serious doubts about making this whole adventure work. I, in fact, called my dad at one point as described the whole event as a “freaking nightmare.” I was in shock. I hadn’t expected the mobile to fill so quickly, and I was having a hard time seeing us happily living in it.
My Man and Columbus headed out to return the truck, and I took the kids to get something to eat, and then we went back to the mobile. It was dark by the time we got back, so there wasn’t much I could do about unpacking, so we pretty much just went to bed.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

DAY 1 - We Arrive

It was finally The Day. The Day that we had all sat and waited for, planned for, and that marked the end of one life and the beginning of something new. Though, at the time, I was not thinking such sentimental thoughts. I was thinking about finishing getting the 26 foot truck loaded for a second time, and how the baby who hated to ride in the car would do on a 3 ½ hour car trip, and if everything would go as planned, which seemed a hopeless thought since nothing so far had gone as planned.
We ran out of room on the truck, again, and we were running later than I thought we would, but by late afternoon I no longer cared, I just wanted to get going. Finally, we pulled the bright yellow door of the moving truck down, told the kids to go pee one last time, loaded the 3 cats, 2 dogs, 13 chickens and roosters, and 3 ducks, locked the doors to the house, and scurried for the car and truck. My Man paused to ask if we wanted to take one last picture in front of the house, but I saw no point. The house had been our dream house, and when we moved in five years ago, I imagined growing old in it and our kids coming home for holidays to it, but what happened in those five years left no such sweet ideals in my mind. The house had been a shell to me for the last few years, full of things and times I would just as well forget. No, I didn’t want to stop and take one last picture, capturing a snap shot for the memory book all that hadn’t been, all that wouldn’t be, and all that we’d gone through that we had never imagined possible. And so that was the end, locked doors, a quick piss, and us running for the car with a hurried conversation about pictures that we did not need to take.
Once on the road I still did not look back, just forward. Forward to whatever waited for me on a mountaintop in eastern Tennessee. Because of being pregnant and having the baby, I had not been the property in months. I hadn’t seen where the small mobile home had been placed, or even the mobile home since we had bought it in a fit of panicked desperation, in need of having some sort of roof over our heads when we got the auction notice on the house sooner than we expected and the weather didn’t cooperate with any kind of building. The last, and only time, I saw the mobile it was full of the previous owners crap. He had got married and moved in with his new bride, taking his toothbrush and leaving the rest, only to come back to dump more crap into his 600 sq foot ex-bachelor pad. When we bought it, we could hardly see it it was so full, but the price was right and it was close to our property, so we took it, thinking it would be easy and cheap - one of many things we were very wrong about.
But none of that really mattered now. My forward outlook was more about who we would become living way out in the woods, an hour from town, and for the time being without power, water, or a toilet. I wondered if we would really be happy, if the kids would adjust well. And then it started to rain.
The baby did well on the trip. I bought a bottle and some apple juice for him, and to my surprise, he took it and then slept the whole way. As we drove through the last town before our property, I thought about stopping for Diet Pepsi, beer, and food, but I didn’t, I just wanted to get there. In hindsight, I don’t know why I was in such a rush, what waited for me wasn’t going anywhere, and it wasn’t something to rush to, anyway. The rain hadn’t stopped, and the woods were dark. The mobile had no power, so no lights or heat, but there was plenty of mud. My Man and the boys had been staying in the mobile when they came over to work on the power and fix up the mobile and there were signs of busy working men everywhere.
Soon My Man showed up with the moving truck, tired and worn out from days of packing, and having already made one trip over to unload into our storage unit, so we decided to just unpack the mattresses and bedding. It was late, dark, wet, muddy, and no one cared much anymore that the truck had to be unloaded and returned 3 ½ hours away by 11:00 am the next morning. My little people were in the way and we were hungry, so I decided to take them out for that Diet Pepsi, beer, and food that I didn’t stop for earlier to give David a chance to unload the truck in peace, besides, there just wasn’t room for all of us to be in the mobile and move into it at the same time.
I thought I knew the way to town, but I guess I missed a turn and I ended up even further out in the middle of nowhere. I plugged in my GPS, which did eventually lead me to town, only via the back gravel roads of the mountain, at night, in the rain….need I say more?
So, we made it. We got here, and we can start our new life…..what ever that may be.