So here is the back story: I lived with my husband and our three children in central Maine in a spot just this side of the edge of the earth. We were happy (sort of), we did the sorts of things that people living in rural America do - plant gardens, make things from scratch, knit, raise chickens....ok, not everyone in rural america does those things, and the people that do would be insulted by my comparison, but our family motto is "How hard could it be?" so we try anything that catches our eye.
Then it all changed. My hubby scented on the wind the imminent end of his employment and tried to find another job. While he tried, we panicked and that RIGHTEOUSLY, and we set to talking and drinking on the porch. Well, after a month of that, I realized that we were adding to our clan of 5 to make it an even 6 pack. Then, all the pieces started to fall into place - James finds a hot job with a great company that is three hours away. YAY! He works three hours away, sleeps in his shop during the week, and comes home on the weekends. Its not ideal, but how long could it really take to sell a house? We put the house on the market with high hopes of being gone by Christmas and what do you know? Here it is, TWO years later and I am a single mother of four four days a week in the forsaken lands. I have a friend who has been encouraging me to write a blog about it, and I have finally done so. This is a place where you will find funny stuff, tasty stuff, stuff to do, even advice about stuff if you want it ( not that I know anything, but whatever works.) I am slowly losing my mind out here on the fringe, and you, dear reader, may help me find it again. I hope you enjoy, and I hope we can serve each others needs like a pimp and his ho.