Good Grief...Bad Grief

Good news is the house keeps on plugging. No close date, yet, but it is coming soon...few weeks at most. Just some last minute things to install. It looks like a house. It seems like it has taken so long that it feels like home already. However, it really hasn't been long at all. Just last February I was searching for land. Biggest project left is the fencing. Anyone interested in helping. Ha Ha.

Bad Grief. Bitsy will not make the move to the new house. She is nearing the time to end it. She will be 18 on Saturday. Lots of great years. She cannot hold it well anymore and is very feeble. She will tell me what day is right. I am prepared.

I already have her "replacement". Funny how there are always too many that need a home. How is that possible? I take so many! And Scruffy....what was I thinking? Yesterday, he shredded all of the trash and moved it around the house. He chased that with an entire jar of Vaseline. Who does that? It sprays out as a clear, high pressure liquid. I hope he was clear before I left for work this morning. What a mess. My life is insane. With all his trouble making yesterday, Bitsy didn't have even one accident. What a relief.

The stories I will be able to tell. This dog is a handful. He's bad. But I love him very much. He's cute and he snuggles ALOT. Someday he will be well-manered. Working on it one day at a time.

Hello 30

Good grief. I'm 30. Same as yesterday but feeling the pains of responsibility. Insurance and mortgage and 12 hungry mouths to feed.

The house is coming along. I have cabinets. Closing at the end of the month. Fencework is stressing me out. We can't start until the house is done. Dirt work and leveling must come first.

Internet comes when I move in. Can't wait. I visit the neighbors for their WiFi. And it is rude. Must go.