Hey Everyone!
I know it's been forever [cough] more-than-a-year [cough] since we last posted about the Suburban Farm. Excuses? Sure we've got 'em, tons of them, the biggest being we simply didn't have time. When every post starts with "We're so busy we can't find time to eat/sleep/pee..." then it's time to stop writing about how freaking busy you are and GET SOME WORK DONE. So we took a blogging hiatus for our mental health and to catch up on some recorded tv.
What's new around here? After nine years we decided that our books were so commingled that we should just give in and get hitched. The wedding was fantastic - good food, beer, friends, and music. And I know everyone says this, but it was really us. Who else's marriage ceremony mentions an zombie attack? Ok, who else's marriage ceremony mentions an zombie attack, who doesn't wear velvet and black lipstick on a regular basis?
There are photos to be seen here, regretfully, sans velvet: The Bedell Wedding
Other new stuff - we installed wood floors through out the house, which started a chain reaction of home improvement projects. The wood was all installed before the wedding, and this past weekend Ryan tiled the kitchen. The guest bathroom will be next, followed by a remodel of the master bathroom.
Master bathroom, doesn't that sound grand? Not at all like a closet with a toilet, shower, and sink installed. Happily we're not enlarging it, so you'll still be able to pee and wash your hands at the same time. There will be tile, and new paint, and possibly a new light, so it may seem bigger.
We're also putting in a closet system in our large closet in the hall - the closet that's larger then the master bathroom. The closet will address our storage problem (aka the glassware fetish), and hopefully eliminate the game of name-that-jam which is only slightly more fun then the games of What the hell is this? and When did we put that in a jar? and Perhaps we should start labeling these things better.
Fort Chicken will be updated this summer as well. The ladies have gotten it in their heads that the very lovely coop we built them is suitable only for egg laying and would much prefer to sleep crowded on top of their feeder. Every night the soft sounds of the warm spring evenings are peppered with loud chicken squalks when someone gets shoved off. They also insist on staying out of doors when it rains, and there is nothing more miserable looking then a wet chicken. Well, perhaps a wet kitten, but you get my drift. Fort Chicken version 2.0 will have a redesigned coop and feeder, which (we hope) will encourage indoor sleeping, and a rain shelter. Despite all this the ladies (all 10 of them) are hale, hardy and laying like crazy.
So life on the Suburban Farm is crazy and strange as ever, and we're going to make an effort to post more frequently of our misadventures in gardening, camping, cooking, and perhaps even throw in a few photos every now and then:
I love my life.
Hugs,
Gretchen
I know it's been forever [cough] more-than-a-year [cough] since we last posted about the Suburban Farm. Excuses? Sure we've got 'em, tons of them, the biggest being we simply didn't have time. When every post starts with "We're so busy we can't find time to eat/sleep/pee..." then it's time to stop writing about how freaking busy you are and GET SOME WORK DONE. So we took a blogging hiatus for our mental health and to catch up on some recorded tv.
What's new around here? After nine years we decided that our books were so commingled that we should just give in and get hitched. The wedding was fantastic - good food, beer, friends, and music. And I know everyone says this, but it was really us. Who else's marriage ceremony mentions an zombie attack? Ok, who else's marriage ceremony mentions an zombie attack, who doesn't wear velvet and black lipstick on a regular basis?
There are photos to be seen here, regretfully, sans velvet: The Bedell Wedding
Other new stuff - we installed wood floors through out the house, which started a chain reaction of home improvement projects. The wood was all installed before the wedding, and this past weekend Ryan tiled the kitchen. The guest bathroom will be next, followed by a remodel of the master bathroom.
Master bathroom, doesn't that sound grand? Not at all like a closet with a toilet, shower, and sink installed. Happily we're not enlarging it, so you'll still be able to pee and wash your hands at the same time. There will be tile, and new paint, and possibly a new light, so it may seem bigger.
We're also putting in a closet system in our large closet in the hall - the closet that's larger then the master bathroom. The closet will address our storage problem (aka the glassware fetish), and hopefully eliminate the game of name-that-jam which is only slightly more fun then the games of What the hell is this? and When did we put that in a jar? and Perhaps we should start labeling these things better.
Fort Chicken will be updated this summer as well. The ladies have gotten it in their heads that the very lovely coop we built them is suitable only for egg laying and would much prefer to sleep crowded on top of their feeder. Every night the soft sounds of the warm spring evenings are peppered with loud chicken squalks when someone gets shoved off. They also insist on staying out of doors when it rains, and there is nothing more miserable looking then a wet chicken. Well, perhaps a wet kitten, but you get my drift. Fort Chicken version 2.0 will have a redesigned coop and feeder, which (we hope) will encourage indoor sleeping, and a rain shelter. Despite all this the ladies (all 10 of them) are hale, hardy and laying like crazy.
So life on the Suburban Farm is crazy and strange as ever, and we're going to make an effort to post more frequently of our misadventures in gardening, camping, cooking, and perhaps even throw in a few photos every now and then:
Hugs,
Gretchen