The post in which I drone on and on pointlessly.

Hello from Middle-of-Nowhere-ville!

One week ago today, we got the keys to our new house in Ruralville.

And we have not stopped working since.

(And when I say we, of course I mean my handsome Lumberjack, as I have certainly found time to blog the past few mornings.  But in fairness, he has like a 45 minute drive to work, and that totally could count as resting and relaxation.)

On Thursday night, I went to the new house to clean and shampoo carpets.

The house is amazingly clean.

Attention previous owners:  Thank you for cleaning so well. 

Seriously.

No soap scum.

No stains.

Nothing to scrub.

Just some dust here and there.

Amazing!

I am sure the Lumberjacklings will change that up quickly.

On Friday, the girls had their last day of school.  Then the kids and I took a load up in my stinkin' huge Ford Excursion.

Does not a Ford Excursion seem like the opposite of something I would ever drive?

Fun Fact:  That is not my rig. 

Yes.

I just said rig.

That is a picture of a rig I copied and pasted off of Google Images.

Is that legal?

Funner Fact:  The Lumberjack bought that rig one weekend without my pre-approval.

Another Funner Fact:  He had to give me lessons on how to park the beast. 

I may or may not have cried like a little girl.

Even Funner Fact:  Before the rig, I used to drive a dented purple minivan.

I am classy like that.

I think the minivan, in conjunction with the girly purple color, was stifling The Lumberjack's manliness.

Therefore, he had no choice but to purchase a 1-ton diesel rig for his beloved.

The kids and I unpacked the boxes we brought, and The Lumberjack brought a full truckload up after work.

Unpacking. Unpacking. Unpacking.

And remember!

Our two houses are about 30 minutes apart.

Well, 30 minutes apart when LJ is driving.

45 minutes if I am driving.

Saturday.

Saturday we went yard-saling.

We spent an ungodly amount of money.

You see, dear readers, we are keeping our old house as a vacation rental.

Therefore and henceforth, we must furnish two homes.

This is getting a little more pricey then I previously imagined.

But don't lose heart!

We have 3, soon to be 5 bookings from now till the beginning of August!

Holla!

Sunday.

Sunday we moved.

Sunday was exhausting.

Monday.

Monday I unpacked while that Lumberjack abandoned  me and went to work.

He did, however come home and make dinner, seeing as how I was a tired little Little Lumberjill.

Tuesday.

The Lumberjack had Tuesday off. 

So, we loaded up the kids and went back to town to work on cleaning our old house.

The Lumberjack also has to finish the porch and repair the fence there.

We stayed there until 11:30pm.

And there is

still

more

work

to

be

done.

So, there you have it.

We are exhausted.

Plus, my knee is giving me grief.

Yes.

Grief.

Between the years 1996 and 1998, Lumberjill had 5 knee surgeries.

And all these strenuous activities are irking my knee and I am in a lot of pain.

Are you wondering what the purpose of this post is?

You are not alone.

I already shared this on Facebook, but take a  looksie what I saw out my window yesterday!

I sure hope that come hunting season that mama and baby don't come anywhere near my Lumberjack and his 17 firearms.

And now, dear readers, I would like to close with some bits of pointless, random information that I am sure you are dying to hear.

1.  I cannot find my scale.

2.  This is a good thing.  Regarding weight, I like to adopt the philosophy that ignorance is bliss.

3.  While home alone, I tried to turn on the shower, turn on the heat, and turn on the central-vac.

4.  I failed at all three.

5.  When The Lumberjack came home, he immediately got them all three working on his first try.

6.  It is now a certain fact that I could never be single.

7.  If I were, in fact, single, I would go through life dirty and cold.  With messy floors.

8.  There is carpet in my bathroom, but not around the toilet.

9.  This is good news for Handsome Dude.  I fear he cannot aim.

And, now, I would like to share a conversation I recently had with my oldest child, Sweet Pea.

Sweet Pea:  Mom.  I have to listen to God.  He's the boss.

Me:  Good!

Sweet Pea:  And every day, before I do something, I try to think if it is the right thing to do.

Me:  That's great!

Sweet Pea:  Like in the mornings, sometimes you listen to Taylor Swift. 

Me:  Yes . . .

Sweet Pea:  And I think to myself, "Is there a better choice?"

Me:  Ok . . .

Sweet Pea:  And I think, yes!  We should listen to worship music!

Me:  Oh!

Sweet Pea:  So, Mom.  I think that Taylor Swift is not a good choice.  We should listen to worship music.  God would like that better.

Me:  Ok . . .

Sweet Pea:  I like to make good choices.

And with that, dear readers, I will end all my meaningless drivel.

Goodbye.

And.

Good Riddance.