Oops! I did it again.

This is the second story that I will start off with a nod to my parents, whose mantra is:

“If you really want to get your place cleaned up, schedule a meeting.”

We learned how powerful the “people-are-coming-over=MUST-CLEAN-UP” hormones can be five years ago when we hosted our son’s high school graduation reception here at the farm. Next was a visit from a magazine photographer who’d asked to document our fireplace restoration project (full story here). To say that our home is not BHG-worthy is a massive understatement, and my husband adamantly requested that I never, EVER cause such a thing to happen again.

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Jordan’s high school graduation reception endeavor also morphed into an emergency landscaping project that involved renting things like sod cutters, hauling in 2 ton boulders and dump truck loads of landscape stone.

However, The most recent home “tour” was quite a bit more unexpected. We were eating lunch one day and a strange car came up the driveway. HoofPrints frequently gets deliveries from vendors, plus the mail comes around lunchtime so I didn’t pay much attention. But this car was going MUCH slower than normal and didn’t seem to be delivering anything. I left my food and went stomping out to see what the heck they were doing. Continue reading Oops! I did it again.

Sometimes you have to look back… at scary pictures

JZ511All over the internet are quotes about NOT looking back.

My company HoofPrints.com even carries a necklace that instructs: DON’T LOOK BACK THAT’S NOT WHERE YOU’RE GOING. But today that is exactly what I am going to do.

I am going to look back.

House before we bought it Shown here is our house circa 1988, a few months before we bought it. At this point the nicest thing about the whole spread was the asphalt driveway, which was in surprisingly good shape. Except for the trench that the tenant farmers had cut across it in an effort to keep folks from driving in. People had figured out that it was a good place to dump their trash; everything from used diapers, tires, construction debris. No one had lived here for at least ten years.

Continue reading Sometimes you have to look back… at scary pictures