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About the time you think you're a bad-ass

So, we made this huge move recently. San Diego, CA to just outside Seattle, WA.

It took three days of driving.

In a car.

With 4 dogs and 2 cats.

It was hell.

But I made it through like a champ. For the most part.

We spent the first two weeks in a rental in the middle of normal suburbia. But finally closed escrow this last Monday and are in the new house.

Which I LOVE.

It’s perfect.

Just quirky enough to remain interesting to me, it’s not cookie cutter or development-y at all, there aren’t even sidewalks. The outside is just amazing. 1.3 acres of lush greenery, huge trees, nature, plus I have a pond with a waterfall and we are far enough from the neighbors that I can’t hear anything they do.

The house itself is huge, especially since there only 2 actual humans living here. Inside is just modern enough that I don’t have to do anything, but if I did it would be remarkable. So, I’m tempted. But I promised BW I wouldn’t spend any (more) money. So, staying status quo.

Now, as beautiful as it all is I’m not 100% sure I’m cut out for wilderness living. I mean, I suppose some would argue that we aren’t in the wilderness when Safeway is less than two miles away. But, I’ll counter that with the fact that I have ZERO cell reception and my HULU connection is spotty. Plus, over the last two days an alien demon the likes of which has only been seen before in the movie Slither (which is set in the wilderness, thank you very much) has been stalking me. He’s smart in that he leaves when BW gets home in the evening, only to return once BW goes back to work in the morning and I am left alone, defenseless and vulnerable. The more time that passes, the closer he gets to the house. It’s only a matter of time before he makes it inside, then it won’t matter how big the house is, I’ll be done for.

I could let the dogs eat it, but the possibility of any of them turning into an alien demon is far too high for me to chance it. I thought about chopping his head off with a shovel, like they do snakes, but I don’t want to get that close to it. And what if it’s part cockroach and can then live on as two pieces. I’ll be outnumbered.

So, for now, I will keep you posted. But if we go too long with me posting, send Nathan Fillion cause he’s the only one who will be able to get me out of this.


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