Living in a Warzone

It all started with a simple idea. A simple idea to better our home. (If you know me, you have a pretty good idea where this story is already headed: disaster).

Marc and I recently moved out to his grandparents farmhouse. Since we moved in, we've been making changes to make the home ours. As typically happens with old homes, especially homes in the country, there was some cleaning and touching up to do. 

So a couple weeks ago, my parents were going to make the trek from Utah to Kansas to visit Marc and I on their way to Missouri. Naturally, I wanted to impress my parents with how grown up I was and how pretty our house was.

Taking initiative one Saturday morning, I marched down to the basement and got out the paint supplies. We had found some paint labelled "Kitchen" a few weeks prior and I was determined to touch up the little spots on the walls of the Kitchen. 

I paint a few little spots here and there and watch as the color of the wet paint slowly fades into the pre-existing paint. 

"I'm pretty good at this paint thing. It looks way better!" I half mumble, half say in my head to myself. 

Feeling victorious, I begin scanning the rest of the walls with an oh-so-critial eye. 

"The paint in the entryway needs some help... I'll paint over there too!" I think to myself and start furiously painting away at any and all smudges or dings in the walls. 

Before I really know what I'm doing I'm touching up spots in the living room too; that's when Marc comes in the house from working outside.

"Oh hey! You got the touch up paint out! Nice!" Marc says. 

I turn to proudly nod and examine my work on the entryway when I notice that the paint on these walls isn't exactly fading like it did on the kitchen wall. My proud smile fades into a squinty-eyed peer. 

"Yeah, except it's not fading! Why doesn't it look right!?" I demand from Marc. He just smiles and tells me to give it half an hour and it'll look just like the kitchen walls. Satisfied enough, I move on to the laundry room and paint a big old spot directly in the middle of the wall. 

I immediately realized my mistake with the laundry room wall. The paint DEFINITELY did not match. 

I slowly back away from the wall and head back out to the living room and entryway. Yep. The paint is definitely wrong and NOT fading. And it's definitely been 30 minutes since I painted it. Marc comes back inside, and this time stops when he sees me examining my walls and starts laughing, "It looks like a war zone in here!" 

I wanted to glare at him, but I couldn't help chuckling when I looked at the walls. If I had some camo on I could have blended into the walls perfectly. 

It's too bad war zone painted houses aren't in style, I would have left it like that. 

Here are some more photos of cows, and Bill, and Marc cause I can't seem to photograph anything else these days. <3 I love them all so very much!

Living in the Country

Since moving to Kansas, I have discovered some facts about living in the country that I just simply MUST share for all thinking about making the transition from city slick to country chick. (Ha wow that rhymed a little and I'm a teensy bit impressed with myself). 

Not that I really considered myself a city slick before, but I have learned quite a few rules. So without further ado here are 8 facts,


1. It’s impossible to go anywhere incognito. Everyone knows everyone. Oh, you thought you could get away with a quick trip to the store in your favorite jammies, orange and pink socks, and giraffe shoes? Think. Again. You will be caught. And sadly, ducking and running away is frowned on here and thought of as rude...

2. There is no such thing as "I'll run to the store real quick." It takes thirty minutes minimum to get to a grocery store and back. If you're missing an ingredient, it's over. Forget about the teaspoon of cornstarch and just pretend nothing's missing. 

3. There are no real landmarks. No trees. No mountains. Just fields. You must know which direction is South, North, East, and West and learn who owns what field. (This is vital because of number 5.) 

4. If you pass someone on the road, you wave. Don't know who you're waving at? Doesn't matter. Seeing someone on the road is a miracle in itself so you wave out of joy of making human contact. 

5. When (not if) you get stuck out on a dirt road, someone is nearby with a tractor, truck, machine of some kind, to rescue you. Better than ANY roadside assistance program. But the kicker is you have to know where you are... "I'm by a field of wheat stubble." Doesn't cut it. (please refer to number 3).

6. Blacktop is different than Highway is different than Interstate. Learn. This. Much mirth and laughter will be made at your expense otherwise. 

7. White things never stay white long. The Kitchen floor, my favorite lace Keds, my face. Dirt is a hot commodity here in Kansas and we have lots of it. 

8. Some of the best people in the world live here. And you should too! I say all the above to mostly poke fun at my ignorance in moving here and poke a little fun at Kansas in general, but truth be told: I truly love it here. And a BIG reason why are the people I've met so far. You'll never find more generous, funny, humble, and kind people than in the country of Southwest Kansas. Totally worth some dirty Kitchen floors, muddy shoes, and flat tires. 

Because I can't make a post without photos. Here are some photos of Marc and I's favorite pup, Bill. Bill Snyder Molitor likes the farm, running, chasing rabbits, bird hunting, and cuddling. (He is also the source of the dirt on the floors, and always has a new grease or mud spot on his fur somewhere.) Everyday and everyone is his favorite and he brings lots of joy to those who know him. All American dog and we love him very much!