Home sweet Home

Today I am waiting around for 'the bug guy'... again. Let me rewind...

Everything in the house is going great, we have all the boxes unpacked, we are making what little additions or changes that need to be fixed. I believe I was opening the dishwasher when there.. crawling on the inside. .

Is a roach. Gross.

I might see one here, and then another on the next day.. so nothing horribly bad. But to think of them crawling around at night, touching the counter tops.. .I should stop before I give everyone nightmares.

Of course I am freaking out, Mr. being cool as he always is, tries to address the situation logically. We start out by buying the traps and gel, the package says it will take care of the problem within 24 hours. Nope. So instead of me being in hysterics all the time, we opt for professional pest control. So I can say goodbye to eating out at all for a year, but can hopefully cook peacefully in my kitchen.


They sprayed, and we saw things die, we never knew were crawling around. Then two nights ago I saw a baby roach crawling around. No way, so with the 'no bugs guarantee' they are coming back to spray again.


I guess it is just one more thing to worry about with new home ownership. Thankfully I turned my utter fear and disgust into pure happiness in revenge everytime I sweep up dead bugs from around the house and almost get giddy about seeing them.


I got off my lazy bum and actually took some pictures of the place.

The living room.

The dining room

Our small little kitchen, thats it.. all thats right there..


our large back yard and covered patio. Mr. actually built that table the other day!



My creative work space.. a disaster as always, its how I work

There is one other bedroom being used as a 'Man Cave' plus the master bedroom with on suite bath, plus a guest bathroom. It fits us perfectly for now, I promised not to paint for a while...

Miss Becca Turns 87

It feels strange, this familiar screen, talking to myself. It has been way too long, and it feels foreign again. Once you skip a post, you tell yourself you'll get back to it. Slowly it just becomes habit not to. It feels like a cop out to say life got busy, isn't everyone around this time of year?

The last time I posted, and took my long hiatus, we (Mr. and I) were on a mission to find a place to live. We found a house, went through escrow and now we are comfortably settled into our new place. A cozy 1200 sq ft place, finally to call our own. It has its charms, its spacious covered patio and yard, and has its downs. Like any homeowner knows, your list of to-dos never end. From replacing the pumps in the toilet to pest maintenance. We are tackling the challenges together, cutting back on random unnecessary things, knowing our money is in a better investment now.

Just a week or so after we finished moving in, I had my 22nd birthday. Nothing to really throw a grandeur party over. The morning of, at school, I got to wear a pink tiara and had all the kids sing happy birthday to me.

We let the kids guess how old they thought I was turning. The first guess was 10, so I told them a little higher. So all together the kids knew... 87, they shouted and all agreed, that was the right age. Even when their parents picked them up, the kids were so excited to tell their parents that today was my 87th birthday, which then brought on many 'it doesn't show' and 'you hide it well' jokes.

Mr. asked me if I feel old now. At first I said that I did not feel any older, for a couple years now I have felt the same after every birthday. The more I think about it, the more I really do. I am finally breaking free of that 'young' age group, we have a house. And as Mr. likes to point out, we now have a Costco card, thus we are officially middle class. Not quite yet though, when we finally have a mini van sitting in the drive way, that's when we know we made it.