Critter Problems

Once upon a time there was a snake in our house. 

He's not happy about holding it/posing for a picture

Once upon another time there was a snake outside our house. 

Once upon another other time there was a knocking in the attic. 

Weird, right? The first time I heard it I thought it was the sweet little Spartan playing in his crib. The second time I heard it I was holding him. I thought, "Hey, maybe it's a squirrel with a nut!" Nathanael said, "Maybe it's a woodpecker." Most everyone else just eluded that my house is haunted/I might die. 

Then yesterday, I found these: 

What say we now?!

I also found these scattered around outside our back door. 

I think they are chicken feathers. Except we don't have chickens. I like to pretend I have an animal friend, but really, as my friend said, it's more of a threat than an offering of friendship. Yikes!

This is a Life Blog.

This is a life blog. Because I have one. Sort of. Really! Mostly I started this blog just for me. I have a blog for our awesome house and my semi-awesome furniture-upcycle addiction, but nothing for like, me. So here I am. Rock me like a hurrican'! No, don't. I don't like hurricanes. Either way, you can love it or leave it!

I was born in Long Beach, California (shout out to my homies!) but my family moved to Provo, Utah when I was four-ish. As a result, Provo is the city I claim, though I'm not sure it can really count as a "real city". More on that later. 


I moved to Missouri two years ago today (Happy Anniversary to me!), got married four months later, got pregnant two seconds later, bought a house two months after that, and however many months later, baby came along. 

Living in rural Missouri presents about 13,249,000 challenges for one who grew up in a city, albeit a fake city. I still have my "townie tendencies", like wearing high heels even though my driveway is made of gravel, dressing up to "go to town", and wearing pink because I can. I can't wait to share! 

PS. This is just the most recent/decent picture of me. Missouri looks nothing like the ocean. It's in the Midwest, guys.