Happy Turkey Day!

The older I get, I feel like times passes by faster.  Some days I can't even remember what it was like with just one kiddo or what they were like as a baby.  So I'll take out a photo book to help me remember.  I love this little hand print turkey done by my 4-year-old and maybe it'll help me remember his precious little hand for the next 30 Thanksgivings.  He loved it too!  He wanted to make 50 of them.  He thought we should send one to his grandmas and great-grandmas.  Well guess what?  Shockingly I didn't get them sent but we still had fun creating.  We used craft paint and I sponged it onto his little hand one finger at a time.

Decreasing Property Value... already!!!

I had a total dipstick moment already and haven't even owned the property for a week.  (btw... I'm only posting this to give my mother-in-law and sister-in-law a good laugh)  I went to Menards and purchased a bunch of crap to get started.  Since the yard is such a dump, I decided to save myself a few steps and back right up to the front door to unload... genius!  Well when it was time to pull off the grass I didn't quite have clearance to make it under the cottonwood tree so I had to back up a little.  That is when I felt a little jolt and heard a thud... yep, I did it!  I backed into the *#$& flagpole.   Isn't it pretty at a 45 degree angle? 
In an effort to hide this foolishness from my loving but sometimes-not-so-understanding husband, I fixed it quick myself.... right after I took pictures for the world's amusement of course!

 So below is the mark it left on the bumper.

 I rubbed it out with Windex... not too bad right?

 Good news... I have redneck roots and I'm not afraid to do-it-myself... especially if it saves me a lot of explaining with my husband.... (btw... yes he will probably read this blog post and hopefully by the time he does it will be a laughable situation.)  anyhow... I went to the shed, cut the rope off my children's sled and ran back across the street.  I tied the rope on my hitch and gently straightened that pole back into its original glory.  No harm, no foul!

Phew... my "partner" was quite proud!  Actually Carrie and I need a new word for our business relationship.  When we say, "my friend and I have this house..." it sounds really immature so, I tried saying, "my partner and I have this..." but ya know I have this homo-phobic complex which makes me feel like a complete lesbian for saying that.... anyhow... not sure what to call us?  My "business partner"  feels too formal for sure, considering I wipe her sons butt regularly and she does the same for my kids... so unless we figure out what to call each other professionally we'll probably keep saying "partner" and that will be followed by an uncomfortable and thorough explanation of our heterosexual preferences.

Purple, Purple, Purple & Burke

House Flipping 101...

This is a tale of two friends, their 7 children ,7 years old and younger, and their first house project as business partners.
This story could get interesting as the months play out, but I'll give you the cliff notes version since everybody prefers to view the pictures!

Carrie and I have been friends forever.  We live in a small town only about 9 blocks from each other.  Carrie has 3 kids- ages: 7, 5, and 3.  I have 4 kiddos- ages: 7, 4, 2, and 4 months.

Against all sanity, we have purchased a house with flipping aspirations and I'm sure we'll test our friendship along the way.  I'm going to do my very best to document our progress weekly on my lovely little blog...  Since I probably won't have time for any crafts I'm going to have to blog about something...so follow us on our flipping 101 journey:)

 10 year old hole... nice

Yep... we are crazy!  Can't wait to get crazy though!!! We would love to hear any words or wisdom, encouragement, or CHEAP ideas!!!