our house

Here is a little sample of our place. I thought we should show you the backyard first. We love it and hope you do too. Come visit!

 

 

 

 

 We have so many different kinds of veggies, fruits and nuts!

There are about four apple trees, plum trees, pear trees, cherry trees, blackberries, tomatoes, squash, hazelnuts, walnuts, grapes everywhere and so much more!

Moving

Our moving process was interesting. We left for Utah early on August 30th. We were all piled into the moving truck with our car being towed behind. We were making decent time and were thrilled with how well the truck drove. Maybe an hour after stopping for breakfast, I woke up knowing something was not right. The truck stopped accelerating. Crap. So there we were stranded in the middle of the desert (120 degrees!) with all our stuff.

To make an incredibly long story short, we took our car off the trailer, left our stuff, and headed up the rest of the way to my dad's house. We eventually got our stuff. It was not pretty...

We stayed at my dad's house for a few weeks until we found a place. We have now settled into a cute little house with a HUGE yard. We love it! All except our nice but invasive landlord...

House Arrest

Our new place has a few little quirks...

One of which is that the doors leading to the outside have to be opened (when locked) with a key not only on the outside, but inside as well. So if you don't have a key you aren't getting in, or out...

Today I am locked in.

I tried to take out the trash this morning when I noticed. Immediately I went to grab the keys which are always on the kitchen counter. Hmmm, no keys...
After tearing my place apart I have concluded that Kyle must have them. Having no car is one thing, but having no car and being locked in your house all day is suffocating. Not to mention the Relief Society presidency was coming by to introduce themselves and "get to know me".

I called about 45 min before they were supposed to arrive and only got a home phone answering machine. I left a message. Did she get the message? No.
Forty-five minutes later I could see about four women and a little girl walk up to my stairs and knock. All I could think about was how embarrassing this was going to be when I had to tell them, I'm sorry I can't open my front door. We have a little window I could see them through on the door. I stood in front of the window and began to speak to get their attention because they were all turned away laughing and chatting with each other. When they finally saw, not heard, me I realized that our door must be pretty thick because I was shouting and it wasn't doing much. Here's how our conversation went.

Me: Hi
Hi!
HI! Can you here me?!
Them: Oh hi! What?
Me: Can you here me at all?!
Them:
Me: CAN YOU HERE ME?!
Them: not really... kind of...
Me: I CAN"T OPEN THE DOOR!
Them: What?
Me: I'M LOCKED IN MY HOUSE! I CAN'T OPEN MY DOOR! I CAN'T LET YOU INSIDE!
Them: What? Are you sick?
Me: NO, NO, NO! I JUST CAN'T OPEN MY DOOR. MY LOCK IS WEIRD AND I NEED A KEY TO OPEN IT ON THE INSIDE. I DON'T HAVE MY KEY!
Them: What? Are you okay?
Me: YES! I'M SO SORRY! I CAN'T LET YOU INSIDE!

They eventually understood and informed me that we should change that. Yes, I know... We will be trying again next week. I'm pretty sure they think I'm a little nutty, but hey better they find out sooner than later, right? I'm just not sure I wanted it as the first impression. Better luck next week.