Saturday, June 25, 2011

The Little Rock House...in Rock

We moved out here almost 2 years ago and life has never been the same.  I lived out in the country when I was little and loved it but got used to the city life after the age of 10 when my parents built a house in town.  I never thought I would live in the middle of no where again.  But, I do and I love it. 

I have discovered a few things about living out in the country and about myself.  I have found out that you have to have gloves, and a lot of them.  Not just for cold weather but for things you would never imagine.  I have gloves for yard work, gloves for moving frozen things around in our many freezers, gloves for construction work and gloves for dead animals.  Yes, dead animals.  We used to have a dog that would find any dead animal within a 2 mile radius and bring it home to chew on in the middle of the yard.  We would take it from him and hide it only for him to find it again.  Ew. 

I have also found out that I am a closet pyro.  I love burning trash.  I know it's not great for the environment but neither is a landfill.  I love spraying lighter fluid over the trash in the barrels, striking the match and hearing the "whoosh" when you throw it in.  I love spraying more lighter fluid over a flame that is already hot and consuming the trash and watching the flames rise up.  Sometimes the smell of certain things burning is not the best smell in the world but you get over it.  There's also that sense of accomplishment after the trash is burned and the trash cans are empty.  I know, I'm sick.

These are just a few things about my new country life.  There are way more so keep checking in!

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