The Non Farm FarmHouse

We moved here from South Florida 8 years ago. I wanted a big old farmhouse. We got one. Now we just have to make it work and that means ripping it apart and putting it back together one money sucking room at a time.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

My goodness. It's the first day of a new year. Where does all the time go? Why is it some years seem to go on forever and others are over in the blink of an eye. I still have to think about how old I am because it doesn't seem possible that I'm in my forties.
It doesn't seem possible that I have four kids and one of those kids is an adult. An adult closer to the age that I still think I am but aren't. Did you follow that?

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