Welcome to my pond - Swim, wade, or sit on the bank

Quack I aint gonna smoke no Cigarette

Gimme some cookies
:highfive:
Yes. In a word; Home. :love







She is a mega cutie pie!!!







I know. The memories. The smell. The warm, fuzzy, comforting vibe. Its actually easier this time because after 3 renovations the poor house is almost unrecognizable. All of the quirks that made it unique are long gone. Why do people try to make old houses look like new houses? Its just so wrong. :(







By the way, which one's Pink? ;)







I'm fascinated by the Amish! Theres nothing like that here, just a few weird communes, which is nowhere near the same thing.
I love goin out to their community here. Such a neat place... and the best cinnamon rolls ever!! :drool
 
It's Liz's birthday today. She's been expressing interest in learning more about her birth family, so we found a few of her siblings (I think the bio mom had 7 - all removed from her custody and from different dads). We also found bio mom, but she's kind of a scary character and L doesn't really want to deal with her.
We have had the "go very slow when you make contact, don't give your phone number, address, or where you work" conversation.
It's my hubby's birthday too, today!
 
My dads sister called me today. She told me my great grandmothers house is for sale (again). This is the house that I used to spend all of my summers & holidays in when I was a kid. This is the house that was owned by an eccentric, silent movie star & was quirky to the extreme. This is the house that made me want to be a country girl rather than a city girl. This is the house that I actually left the city for. This is the house that I lived in when I met my husband. This is the house that I moved back to after we got out of the military. This is the house that we spent some of our most starving moments as a married couple in. This is the house that my dad had to sell because his siblings spouses wanted the money & he was out numbered. This is the house that broke my heart & forced me to move onto the broom. This is the house that haunts my dreams almost every night where I dream that I'm standing outside & not allowed to go in. This is the house that has been bought & sold & redone 3x since I moved out 20yrs ago. This is the house that is now unrecognizable in the relator photos. This is the house that broke my heart all over again today.
Sorry, that is sad!
 

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