Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Land of the free, home of the Clites

This land is my land, this land is Paul's land
From the white pole to the BLM land
From the neighbors, to the Wash's waters
This land was made for Paul and ME!

That's right.... We bought us some LAND BABY!  Some precious dirt and its all ours!  All those pokey cati and stickery bushes.  Yep, that is our land. Every last inch of it.

We bought some land off of Cottonwood wash.  10 acres to be exact.  We are so excited!!  When will we be moving you ask?  WELLLLLLLLLL that's hard to say.  We need to ask a few questions and figure out costs of things to see if utility costs and such could be added to a home loan.  If not, then it'll be a while until we could get money saved up for that.  But we found a floor plan that we like and we can't wait to finally be in our own home!

Now what to do with all the rest of the acreage?  Sheep?  Cattle?  Horses?  OH the possibilities are endless.  But I'm pretty sure a 4 wheeler will have to happen.  Look out PIMA cause in an undetermined amount of time, WE'LL BE COMING! HA!

The day Paul stabbed me

Today Paul stabbed me. It wasn't on purpose of course but it was kind of funny.  Today Paul decided to help out with the cleaning.  And he decided to do the dishes of all things.  Which I thought was odd because it is the one thing he HATES to do more than anything.  I was clearing off the counters and loading a few things into the open dishwasher.  As I reached over to put a cutting board in, my hand, right in between my index and middle finger got a little slice.  I quickly said "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!"  Then noticed that Paul had loaded the very large and very sharp knives into the silverware holder BLADE SIDE UP!  Who does that!?!?!   I asked him why he loaded them into the dishwasher in such an unsafe manner and he said "because they will get cleaner that way."    uh huh..... sure they will. So Paul didn't directly stab me, and it was more like a paper cut (or the cut you get when the scissors go a little too far when cutting someones hair), BUT his strange thinking sure did get my poor, little hand sliced up.  But I can't help but laugh that he would load such a sharp knife into the dishwasher pointy side up. Silly boy.   But I am very grateful that he used part of his day off to help me with the cleaning :)