Saturday, December 31, 2011

Random Road Trip

This trip started with Josh coming upstairs and asking me to Google map Canada... Who knew it only takes about 2.5 hours. From there we found our passports and hit the road. This all happened within 5 minutes. Tyler, Kenney, Josh, and I headed to the boarder at 9pm and were all pretty stoked for our adventures to come in Canada. "We are going to take pictures of everything we do and add IN CANADA... snow ball fight... IN CANADA!" Our trip started late and we knew it would be early morning before we got back because Kenney and I had to be somewhere by 9am, it was going to be a long but fun filled night. So worth little to no sleep.
On our way.

The drive there was not the best. Tyler was an awesome driver but the fog was making it hard. We literally could not see in front of us and only part of the time we could actually make out the lines on the road. Luckily it was late enough that there wasn't too many other people driving. The last thirty miles where straight out of a scary movie. Woods. Pitch black behind us and only a little light from the headlights in front of us. Wet and icy. I myself was freaking out, not because I thought someone was going to murder us or anything, but I have a problem when it comes to driving in snow and near ledges. Ask Josh, he will say I am the worst person to drive with, I freak out and feel like I'm having mini panic attacks. Tyler made sure to drive slow and not rush getting there, which I greatly appreciate.

A few miles into this wooden area we notice, not only is it pitch black, but there is nothing around. No gas stations, no stores, nothing. Every so often we would pass one single house a little bit off the roads, but other than that, if we broke down, we were pretty much screwed. This road seemed to be never ending. Each time we thought it was close, another ten miles would pass.

Eventually we saw light. It was a great relief to everyone, at least for that moment. We soon saw a sign saying "Border Hours 8am-Midnight". It was 12:30. Twelve... thirty.... A half hour. We missed it. We all laughed not knowing what else to do. We ended up pulling over and getting out. A Border Patrol Truck came by (out of no where I might add) and asked what we were doing. I don't believe he understood the meaning of "random road trip". He said sorry and said that this was the only border that closes, however, we could drive 70 miles west or 130 east to the other crossings.
At the Border.

The worse part about this, was the fact we had to drive back in that horrendous wooded area. We got back in the car and headed towards home. But who was to blame? Well we figured it was Kenney, he should have had us leave earlier. No, it was definitely me, I made them stop twice so I could use the bathroom. Or, maybe Tyler, he took forever to get his papers from his mom's house and drove like a "grandma" during the last bit. Josh had to be the best reason for fault though. Right after we left Tyler had asked him "This may seem like a stupid question, but the borders don't close right?" To which Josh replied, "Ya, that is a stupid question. They can't just close a country. They are not going to be like 'Oh it's this time we can't let you cross this line'." Yup, that just happened.

Really though, I'm sure we were all to blame. But that doesn't matter, we had fun. It was an awesome time with great friends. We made it back around 3 in the morning. Safe. The best part was the next day, being able to say, "Ya, we drove to Canada last night."

Thursday, December 29, 2011

The Joys of Home Ownership

We were truly blessed to have found a house that really did not need any work done to it. Sure, there are things we would like to do, but nothing that has to be done. We did know that our first big project would eventually be the bathrooms.... Key would "eventually." The upstairs bathroom is only a tub (no shower) , small, and out of date. The downstairs bathroom is cute but once you open up the shower curtains the bathtub completely takes away from the room with its yellowish walls and rails everywhere.
Well "eventually" turned into 2 weeks after moving in. Josh could not stand the shower downstairs and decided he would take out the rails and use a special paint to paint the yellow walls white. That is how it started anyways. The next thing I know, I'm telling josh I want to get a "before picture" and he says it might be too late... 
Yup, the wall is IN the bathtub. To explain, the tub walls were not put up very well before so Josh took them down figuring he would paint them outside and then put them up better. Well turns out the sheet rock behind that was water damaged and some parts started to mold. So we would have had to do this sooner anyways. I am however not worried one bit, Josh is quite the handy man and knows what needs to be done and how to do it. The previous owners had left a bunch of really nice tile, so Josh is working on making the wall look 10x better with the tile. I am very excited to see how this turns out. =)

Well after the wall was out we realized we don't want to be taking baths upstairs all the time so we decided to hook up a shower. Sounds easy enough right? It turns out there is no way to just screw on a hose from the shower head to the faucet... so we try a few things to get it to stay. In the process of doing so we hear a huge "pshhhhhhhhhhhhh" behind the wall. Josh immediately ran to turn off the water. To fix this we have to cut into this wall as well. Not as bad as downstairs but still not something we wanted to do. Good news, it was not our fault. There had been a leak and a previous owner had "fixed" it completely incorrectly. The leak went through our main floor cupboards and down to the basement. But my handy man got it all fixed by the next day.

Now we have  shower upstairs! Sure the walls were not meant for a shower so we pinned up plastic for now, but with both upstairs and downstairs curtains shut you will never know! (Unless you are a total creeper looking into our shower)

Wednesday, December 28, 2011


This is the house we bought and made it our home. The experience of buying a house is like none other. First you start looking online at homes (most of which you don't realize how far out of your budget they really are), next you get appraised (they give you a round about number that you "can afford", meaning if you make $3000 a month your mortgage will be about $2750 because you can totally live off $250), after that you meet with a Realtor and tell him what you are looking for (you will most likely lower your standards later when you realize what you can afford with acreage is a mobile home on an area), and then the fun part, actually going to the houses and looking inside. That was by far my favorite part, even if some of the houses weren't quite what you were expecting. Sure, they look great online with the nice porch going to the pool in the back and oh boy do those rooms look cozy, but then you actually go there... Hypothetically, let's say you go around, I don't know, one in the afternoon, the owner (who is not supposed to be there) answers the door wearing pajamas and says you can look around as long as you don't mind her sleeping on the couch while her child and dog run around you... "Uh... sure.." That is when you realize, the nice picture of the pool is now a huge dirt hole in the backyard, the cozy rooms all smell like cat urine, and just forget about the porch. All hypothetical of course, but you get the point, you see some that look like that and you see some that are okay, and a few that you might actually like.

I thought marriage was a huge commitment, this, this is where you call home, where you have people over, people of which who will talk about it behind your back when they leave, where you will start a family, where you say "this is our neighborhood" and "that is where our children will go to school", this house is a 30 year commitment. Not saying I'm going to end my marriage in less time or anything, but with Josh I had been sure I was going to marry him for years, you don't have years to decided on a house, if you really like it you wont want anyone else to snag it!

Well one day after looking at a house full of porcelain dolls (which completely freaked me out, the moment I walked in I wanted to turn around and walk right back out) Josh and I drove to the second house, one of which Josh did not want to even look at. Needless to say, we fell in love. The house is an older home full of character, potential, and has that "homey" feeling. And that was that, we signed what seemed to be our life away, got the keys, and moved everything in one night.

We really are so blessed to have found what we now call, our home.