This Little Piggy

O.K. , so this month is turning out to be terrible. I turn 24 in about two weeks, and I'm having a quarter life crisis. TWENTY FOUR! That's friggin old...I think I'll celebrate by scoping out the local nursing hopes.


On top of that, my best friend in the whole world just accepted a job offer in Vermont, and she is leaving on the 22. Now it's true I'm a hermit, but she's like my sister, and I will be lost without her.


Ok, I know I'm navel gazing right now....and I'm proud to say I'm lint-free, however this does relate to country living.


I have decided the only thing that could possibly make me feel better is to buy a teacup pig. Yes, a pig. I must have one, and I will call her Penelope. However, Kevin seems to have this ridiculous notion that we have too many animals. 


So, I either need to convince him to buy me one, or make him believe one happened to follow me home. Does anyone want to help carry out this scheme? 

Country Living Magazine

For all of you who view my posts on a daily basis, and who envy my close calls with bats, Polio, and deceptive moss, I am about to give you access to something that will change your poor little city folk lives! 


It's called Country Living Magazine, and is absolutely the best source for craft ideas, country decor, down home recipes, gardening ideas, etc. I love this publication, and recommend it to anyone who enjoys cooking, folk-art and crafts, and well, life in the country.


You can view the website at CountryLiving.com, where you can get a taste of all this magazine has to offer.

Polio and Well Water

When we moved to our house, we had to figure out the water filtration system all by ourselves; this was a daunting task for two people who were used to city water. My mom kept telling us to get the water tested before we drank it, but we figured if it was good enough for the dogs it was good enough for us.


About a week after moving in, I came down with a sore throat and muscle aches. A few days later, Kevin experienced the same symptoms. I figured it was the common flu, but I thought it would be funny to scare Kevin,


I texted him and told him I was pretty sure we both had contracted Polio, since it can be transmitted through infected drinking water. He started telling all of the guys at work about it, and  was apparently Googling symptoms all day long.


It wasn't until that night that I informed him Polio has been virtually eradicated in this country since 1979, and that he was vaccinated as a child. I got a good laugh when I found out how he had been made fun of at work. I know, I'm horrible.

Batttter Up!

            So, how would you city folks like to wake up to THIS?

Yep, welcome to the country. Despite my hopes that he would turn into Rob Pattinson, he remained a creepy little rodent. I don't mind bats at all, but I have a phobia of rabies, so I was a little unnerved.


 At first, all we heard was a horrible squeaky chattering noise, and I thought a raccoon had somehow gotten inside. Then, this guy swooped right up by our heads to try to get out the window above the bed. We both dove under the covers to hide.


After arguing about who was going to play superman, I ended up holding a clothes basket up to shield the bat, while Kevin went out to the shed to get a net.


We ended up getting the little guy outside without getting bitten, and it was pretty neat watching him fly away. I really wanted to keep him as a pet, but Kevin wasn't too keen on that idea, so I didn't push the issue.

Lessons From the Fur-Kids

                     Lesson #1: Know when to admit defeat.

Hillbilly Jack

For all of you who have never had the pleasure of meeting Hillbilly Jack, let me introduce you. This fine gentleman has a number of YouTube videos, and all are absolutely milk-out-the-nose hilarious. I am, however, worried, that I may someday turn into a creature such as him. Maybe a little interaction with society would do me good. Then again, I think becoming an animal hoarder is more likely to be in my future. Whewwww, that's a relief. 

Neighbors

One reason we moved to the country was to get away from annoying neighbors. It is far too easy for neighbors to become stalkers, and stalkers are really not my thing. They would creep on me by waiting for me to walk outside, and then tell me all about their wonderful (but oh so ugly) kids. I hate kids even more than neighbors, and they couldn't figure out that I just didn't care.

I'm happy to say that we have very few neighbors out in the boonies. However, as luck would have it, the man who lives closest to us has a tank. Yes, an army tank.  It makes for a great conversation starter, but I'm just waiting to come home to a demolished house.

During the summer, this neighbor likes to  spend his Saturday mornings joy-riding his tank in the field right above ours. It obviously had working guns, because I get 'Nam flashbacks, and I've never even been to 'Nam. I do enjoy firearms though, and am hoping to someday ride in this machine.


Until then, I am stocking up on earplugs, and have added building a bombshelter on my honey-do list.