11.23.2010

my life in a nutshell...a Roseburg size nutshell


I didn’t know what I was really getting myself into when I married my husband. We met in September of 2008, started dating in February of 2009, got married September 12, 2009 and had a baby on June 19, 2010. People say we moved fast, and I just say, “Why fiddle around when you know what you want?” And granted, I wouldn’t change anything about the path I took…even though it is gravel with potholes and has forced me out of my stilettos and into boots.

There wasn’t a question about me moving to Roseburg. Chris had a great job, and I was laid off. When we first got together, I stayed with him at his single wide trailer which was parked right on the river surrounded by farm. I always said, “I like it- It is like camping.” Well no one can camp for that long. We soon after bought a cute home in a cul-de-sac.

I grew up in a cul-de-sac in a dreamy suburb. Every time I go back there I can’t help but start singing the “Weeds” theme song:
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses all went to the university

Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,

And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family

In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
There's a pink one and a green one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

The cul-de-sac we moved into in Roseburg wasn’t exactly this way. Cops visit our neighbors constantly sending Chris & me diving into the bedroom with our dinner plates and peeking through the blinds.  It is actually pretty exciting stuff.

We weren’t playing house anymore-we were living it and I had things to learn. The meat in the freezer was venison and elk, the heater was a wood stove (we have base board but Chris refuses to use it), the morning of a logger begins anywhere from 3 a.m. to 5 a.m., and the dirty clothes were actually “dirty” and reeked of woodsman things.

I am not the most proactive person about learning to do things. My mom and dad took good care of us girls and I’m not ashamed to say we were a bit spoiled.

It has been two years and I still really struggle at making a fire in the wood stove. Half of the time, my husband will come home to do it or he will get it ready in the morning so that I just have to light the match. Somehow even then, it fails. He tells me I just have to watch it. I’m easily distracted and before I know it, I am cold.

My husband is also a hunter which means the majority of meat we have is either venison or elk. Last December I even packaged the elk for him…pregnant none the less. I’m scowling just thinking about it. Poor guy…I won’t hardly eat it or cook it now either. Pregnancy turned me against it...well, that or Disney movies.  

Check in tomorrow for the other half of the nut =)

2 comments:

NikkiDarlin' said...

Haha I grew up in a house with a wood burning stove we used to heat the whole house and I still can't start a fire. good luck. I'm your newest follower!
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T B said...

Me and my hubby moved just as fast and I agree. Why mess around if you know what you want? I don't even want to know what packaging elk consists of. I think I'd probably be turned off of it too. lol.

 
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