Monday, February 28, 2011

A Few of My Favorite Things: Cleaning Products

We have been doing a lot of cleaning lately, so I would like to share with you some of our favorite products.

Mrs. Meyer's Clean Day products

The all-purpose cleaner is great! Their scents are awesome!


The smell of Pinesol reminds me of Momma's house, which reminds me of clean.

Mr. Clean Magic Eraser


Vinegar and hot water (Great for cleaning wood)


This stuff is amazing. I don't use it often, but it gets the nastiness that builds up inside the oven off so easy!



Happy spring cleaning everyone!

Friday, February 25, 2011

We are home

The day finally came and went.
Our last day in our tiny apartment.
Our first day back in God's country to stay.

The U-haul was packed.

Our pallet was on the floor.

We were tired beyond our wits.
Yet, we couldn't sleep more than a few hours because our minds wouldn't stop thinking of all the things that needed to be done. Not to mention, the floor didn't offer much support or comfort.

At 5:00 next morning we gathered up odds-and-ends, said a little sad good-bye to our tiny apartment, and met our neighbor for breakfast.

He had helped us load the U-haul the day before, but we didn't want to say good-bye yet.
Panera doesn't open until 6:00, that's why we didn't leave any earlier.

300 miles later, home sweet home.

The Little House became much littler.

Since we have gotten here, we have had to 'bleed the pipes', sweep the floor, easy-off the stove, sweep the floor, Mrs. Meyer's the refrigerator, sweep the floor, pinesol the bathroom, sweep the floor, bleach the porch, sweep the floor, Kilz and paint furniture, sweep the floor, sort and clean the washhouse, sweep the floor, hang decor, sweep the floor, tear down the ramp off the porch, sweep the floor, remove a deep freezer from the porch, and sweep the floor.

But things are looking like home around here.

I started my preceptorship this past Monday with a doctor here and will do that until graduation. Mr. Z starts back to work at the restaurant his grandparents opened.

The air is sweet. Our bodies ache. The stars are clear. Our hands cramp. The rain hits a tin roof. Our hearts are content.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


Hi guys, this is Beaux.
I have stolen Becky's computer to send out an urgent message.
They have kidnapped me and taken me across state lines.
This has happened before, but this time is different.
Much different.
ALL of our stuff is here.

I don't think they want to go back to the 'Dena.

I knew something was going on when they kept bringing in all the boxes.

Then they brought this home.

They called in reinforcements.

Then our apartment looked like this.

I was afraid they were going to leave me, so I stayed close to the doorway and under their feet.

But then they made this awesome pallet and I thought we were just going to be minimalists.

I was sorely mistaken.

They brought me to The Little House in so-called 'God's country'.

Ok, I like The Little House, but it's a vacation place. It's in the middle of no-where.
And since we got here, it's been no vacation.
Work, work, work.

And all I ever hear is 'Beaux! Don't do that.', 'Beaux! Get out of the road!', 'Beaux! Don't eat that!', 'Beaux! Don't you go to up to Momma's house!' Beaux, Beaux, Beaux...

It's taken me so long to make this cry for help because we haven't had internet or any contact with the outside world.

So, if someone can find this God-forsaken place, please come get me and take me back to the civilization!


Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Good Bye Texas

So we are no longer Texas residents.

The move has been successful.

Our legs are tired.
Our backs ache.
Our brains hurt.
Our hands cramp.
Our hearts are full.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Making Texas Memories: Galveston

We made one last trip down to Galveston before we move.

First we went by the Moody Mansion to get some ideas for our dream house.

I want a rose garden in an area like this.

I want doors like this.

With handles like these.

Too bad they won't allow you take pictures inside. It was beautiful.

I love all the old buildings on and around the strand in Galveston.