While a friend went fox hunting for the weekend, I stayed at her home to farm sit. Of course, I called Caroline and told her I was bailing on the long ride in the mountains to enjoy the simple life. Twin lambs were born a few days before I arrived and were so cute! She also has eight Great Pyrenees, seven ewes, one ram, and a donkey (named frisky). It was hectic trying to feed everyone at 7am. They all knew the routine and wanted to know who the crazy lady was incapable of doing it like their owner. Enjoy the pictures! Happy Easter!
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
You know you are a Redneck if...
...you live in a trailer and your cars are worth more than your home.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Our First Home Offer
Our short home tour in Statesboro was a success. Our first round did not provide us with homes that met our criteria, i.e. doors that were not locked using nail concoctshuns, trees in yards, roaming dogs with pups around the neighborhood; I think you get the idea. We regrouped and took the advice of the realtor to expand our search range, i.e. bigger mortgage. We were able to find a few homes that met our standards, although from living in a trailer park you would think they were low, but apparently not. We found a great house in a well established community that will yield a solid return. I will admit it’s not our dream home on 20 acres with a pond and horses, but it’s a start. The home is almost 2,000 sq.ft. with 3 bedrooms and 2 baths. I will admit the blue siding is not my favorite feature, but I’ll take a smurf home over a cheap trailer any day! The home is also by the country club, so I am looking forward to contrasting our poverty like, slum living with uppity, suit wearing, benz driving aristocratics’. Enjoy the photo album!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
A Walk with Dogs in the Trailer Park
I decided to take the dogs on a stroll around the trailer park after their looks of neglect got to me. The trailer park is U shaped and approximately 0.8 miles. The trailers located along the U are fairly spread apart on 1-2 acres plots, what some call Plantation Style Living. It’s always an adventure! The first obstacle is the kid zone. These are unruly children who speak what seems to be a foreign language to us. Their mountain draws are so strong we are unable to interpret their gibberish. They are known to throw balls, kites, toys, etc. at the dogs through the fence, so I apologize if I sound callas. The next barriers on our stroll are two small loose yappy dogs. Their size conceals their rage! One gets so frustrated he attacks his partner in crime and they roll around in the middle of road until they realize their original mission. These monsters scare both our 80lb. labs, so we have to stand in between the snarling yabsters and Cooper and Maya. The rest of the stroll is relatively uneventful, although every trailer seems to have an average of 10 dogs chained to all available trees. As a result, you can trace our stroll by the barking. I think Sean, the dogs, and me are always relieved to arrive home unscathed. We are widely known in the trailer park since we are the only ones who don’t arrive home, lock their doors, and peek out the windows, but rather walk our dogs with our Chaco’s and designer dog collars and leashes. Sean always told me he would make my dreams come true! Just another day in paradise.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
You know you live in a trailer if…
The temperature outside is the same temperature inside. Although you may have what appears to be a heating system and air conditioning unit, it’s only for temporary air flow.
You have two satellite dishes, one on the front deck and one on the back, but neither work. It’s high pressure to keep up with the Jones’s!
You don’t worry about parking or driving on your lawn.
When there are thunderstorms you hope your home will get blown away so you can be on the 6 o’clock news.
There isn’t pressure to cut your lawn because the neighbors’ length standards are very high!
Neighbors’ family feuds often take place in driveways, allowing for live Jerry Springer episodes.
And, you don’t call the popo (police) when they are fighting; you sit on your deck and enjoy the show!
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