Welcome to my little ol' blog. I'll be upfront about it: I don't blog very often any more. If you found your way here because you read my book "Trailer Life," have a gander! But it's easier to keep up with me on Instagram or on my Facebook page. I have this long, drawn out theory on why I'm a terrible blogger, but that is a story for another day. Enjoy the ramblings of my life from the last 8 years or so.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
It's our third anniversary!
Not our third wedding anniversary, silly! That would suggest our first two kids are illegitimate! Actually, it's our third anniversary for living in a fifth wheel trailer. This picture was taken when we lived in the Rivernook. That's right- let's not forget the 14 months we spent living in a campground, dragging these rug rats to the laundromat (oooh- while being pregnant with Ed), and having "campers" as our neighbors. HATED it. Kacy was 27 months old, and Will was 12 months. I took this picture because my darling two year old Kacy threw a fit about leaving the river and cried and cried, and then wiped her face with her very dirty hands. Three years later, she is in school, Will is talking about spinning donuts in the car, Ed is born and wild, and we also have Jessie. We are on our property. We are slowly working on this house. Ryan says it'll be done not this Christmas, but next Christmas. So maybe 15 more months left of trailer life? I can barely remember the perks of having a real house. That's probably a good thing, as it helps me keep a good attitude. The real truth about living in a trailer? It's not that bad. Please note that I did not say "It's great!" or "It's no different than living in a house!" But it really could be worse. It could be PERMANENT. Here's looking at three years down, maybe a little over ONE to go. Then we can have company because we'll have a real toilet (RV toilets are special, you know...) and our bathroom won't be in our messy bedroom, and we'll have enough cups and plates to share with others. A little insight on trailer life: you only have room for the essentials. How many people in your house can use a fork? That's how many you have. Plates and bowls? Same thing. I don't notice it until someone comes over and I'm like "Um, do you mind using a sippy cup for your drink and spoon for your roast? Oh, and let me cut that for you since we only have the one knife." Okay, so it's not that bad. (But it is- just ask Cherie because this happened to her, sort of.) Oh, can't wait for that house so I can say "How was the drive? Here, have your own glass of root beer, and sit at my table and eat off a real plate and the real bathroom is over there and since our freezer is bigger now you can eat meat OR ice cream..." I adapt and try not to dwell. But I would be lying if I said I didn't miss having a house. But don't feel sorry for me! The time will come and I'll look back with my rose colored glasses and say "Oh living in trailer wasn't that bad!" and then when our kids get married and do the same thing (because it's hereditary on both sides... yup, we've done it twice!) they'll have this blog to read and remember. And they'll know that if I can do it, they can, too. Twice.