Mr. C and I bought a house.

And not just any house.

 An on-the-lake weekend house.

So we’re still renting our little farmhouse, but we now have something that we OWN (or rather have a mortgage to) that will give us equity.

It also means that we’re full-on responsible for a HOUSE. Scary.

The house sits on a 5,800 acre lake. It’s an 1800 sq. foot manufactured house with a detached 3-car garage and a little garden shed. There’s already a fabulous back deck that overlooks the lake.

It also needs a lot of work. The garage doesn’t have any garage doors and there are some unfinished steps that go in between the house and the garage and lead to the deck:

The steps are made of concrete and creek rock.

Also, the deck needs pressure-washed, sealed, and re-stained/painted. Actually, there’s a lot of stuff that needs pressure-washed.

But we have a house! On the lake!

I may be posting ‘home improvement’ updates on this blog, since the Lakehouse is officially part of J&J Acres.

And one member of the family is VERY excited b/c now she gets to go to the lake with us!

Our peke-poo, Jolee.

What happens when you plant an egg?

You grow a chicken of course!!! This is Dum-Dum and she acted like standing in the potting soil was the best thing she’s done all day.

The weather has been beautiful around here… warm during the day and the perfect temperature at night so you don’t need an air conditioner or a heater.

This past weekend, we went fishing again. Mr. C caught quite a few but they were too small. For whatever reason I wasn’t catching diddly squat so I declared that he was somehow cheating and therefore his didn’t count. hee hee. Jolee was bounding through the tall grass and collecting ticks like they were gold. Needless to say, she was worn out at the end:

She’s way too spoiled.

53 Acre Update

Mr. C called the people and left a message, but they haven’t called back. I looked up their number on whitepages.com (using the reverse lookup, I love that thing) and they’re between the ages of 31-34… so I’m curious as to why they’re selling the land. I guess I may never know.

We Mr. C broke out the tiller last night.

It does have a sort of charm, doesn’t it?

And he tilled the garden again. (Even though the ground was still kinda wet) I, in the meantime, shoveled chicken poo from my quickie-made compost pile. The chickens were all over the garden as soon as he got it tilled.

The rest of the flock ran over a couple minutes after I took this picture.

Mr. C and I hoed mounds up and planted yellow and white onion sets.

The chickens were tearing up our mounds left and right. I finally made random high-pitched noises and ran at them with my hoe. I’m sure any passer-by would’ve thought I was crazy.

“I lay green eggs. I do no wrong.”

We already bought posts and chicken wire to put around the garden to keep the little scavengers out. I’m sure they will be very upset.

Hoein’ out in the garden for the first time made me realize how out of shape I am. Mr. C had to pick up my slack when normally I would forge through the tiredness. I also realized that our garden is PRETTY STINKIN big.

After hoein in the garden, I went and collected eggs:

Green and brown and white, OH MY!

Then it was time to play with the dogs for a little bit since they did fairly well at staying out of the garden.

Do you think I can teach her to hoe?

Whew! Let the summer begin!