I have yet to compose a response to the HOA's reply from yesterday. I did have a nice chat with my Realtor, who concurred that I would have more pull once we're actually living in the house. She was able to offer me some good insight on various HOA inner workings and gave me a good pep talk.
Moving on...
This morning, Nolan and I made our way to the Heritage Farmstead Museum for a build-your-own scarecrow event.
The Museum offers great "Mommy and Me" events approximately every-other Friday. Nolan enjoys seeing the animals and meeting the other kids, and I enjoy getting him out of the house. Not to be really mom-ish, but I also really enjoy watching him have fun. I am such a grown-up.
Here's Nolan and the other kids during story time:
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Nolan is in the red pants and navy shirt, to the left of the girl
with the long blond hair. |
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Must have been pretty suspenseful because
he's holding onto that platform. |
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| I think he was a little into it. |
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| And how he's checking out the girl next to him. |
After story time, Nolan and the kids helped make a real scarecrow.
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| Busy working (no such thing as a free lunch, 'eh?) |
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| Nolan surrounded by four girls. He was their muscle. |
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| "Uh... where's the guy's head?" |
After making a
headless corpse scarecrow, the kids headed back into the pole barn to make a craft. The kids made a scarecrow head out of a brown lunch sack filled with newspaper (cause that will withstand the Texas weather).
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| Nolan squishing his scarecrow head. |
Normally, there's a chance to feed the animals and go on a wagon ride, but we left because I forgot to take my medications and I was feeling withdrawal symptoms. Gah!! Not fun!
We went to the gym, then decided a trip to the house sounded fun. Here are some pictures!
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A garage door. This poor door doesn't realize that in a few weeks
it will be hiding a massive amount of stuff. |
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Hard to tell, but the walls and ceiling have been textured and
primed (I think). |
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| Master bathroom looking into the master closet. |
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| Upstairs in one of the bedrooms. |
And then my cell phone died so I couldn't take pictures of the homeless people squatting in our house. Boo!
At the gas station, I saw some firewood on sale (which kills me to buy because I think about the ample piles of logs at my folks', some of which I helped stack three weeks ago) and I impulsively purchased two bundles (4.50/each... not kidding).
We stopped by the liquor store, grabbed some Fireball, came home, and I got this magnificent fire roaring.
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| At least the wood looks really nice. |
Now it's almost 8 o'clock on a Friday night in Texas, and I'm going to put Nolie to bed and probably fall asleep in minutes. Such is the life when you're a rock star like me.
