If you’ve ever heard the Brady Bunch song this will make perfect sense. If not you might want to listen to the catchy little jingle here.

  Here’s the story….. of a forty-something lady…

Who had raised a very lovely little girl.

Mel Adult Picture

She had blonde hair, like her mother,

But neither one had curls.

 

Here’s the story…of a man named Michael.

Who was busy with three grown children of his own. 

The three men all lived together..


and the oldest girl lived alone.

Then one day…….the lady met this fellow,

and they soon became the very best-est of friends.

Three years later…… they all came together 

Andy (Mel's hubby), Mel, Katt, and Shane
Andy (Mel’s hubby), Mel, Katt, and Shane

But…. that  isn’t how this story ends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay, so maybe I’m not so good at rhyming, but you get the picture. Just like the good ole’ Brady Bunch, our family is blended one. Unlike the Brady’s our kids were much older, and way more set in their ways, so let’s just say it’s been an adjustment for all of us.

 Since that day on the beach in Cabo, so much has happened that it is impossible to keep track of it all. (That’s one of the reasons I started this blog). But I thought I’d give you some random things that might help you understand the lady and the fellow behind the blog.

  • We do not live in the country. Ya, I know-false advertising right. (or something like that). But the truth is, I was raised on a farm and even now it’s a huge part of my life and I will always be a country gal. And who knows…we just might live on a farm again..one day. (wink wink).We are the proud grandparents of a now 2 1/2-year-old  grandson named, Max who has stolen our hearts completely. Every time I see him I  can’t help but kiss those chubby little cheeks. What I didn’t learn as a parent I’m definitely learning now as a grandparent, and guess what….it’s SOOO much more fun!
  • Michael moved into my house. Since then he has VERY begrudgingly adopted the house and of course, all of it’s many faults.
  • Speaking of adoption-Mr. Bentley was the size of my palm when we first brought him home. It was the first Christmas after we were married and he fit inside one of those small stockings you hang on the tree. (Honest I have an old photograph of it somewhere)!
  • The three of us live in a small rural community in SE Minnesota.
  • Just a block outside of our town they are fields filled with corn, soybeans and moo cows.
  • There isn’t a day that goes by where you don’t see a tractor driving down the street in front of our house.
  • I left the hustle and bustle of my 20+ career in telecommunications to work from home and pursue my dream of writing the great novel.
  • It’s hard to believe since he is the handy man behind all of the projects done on the blog, but Michael has a prosthetic eye.  Doctor’s found a cancerous tumor in his left eye when he was only three years old.

  • I was born in Toronto, Canada. My mom and I took the US citizenship test twelve years ago and we both passed with only one incorrect answer!!! The crazy part of that story is, I grew up in the US and went to school here, Mom didn’t!
  • Speaking of Mom. She is without a doubt my very best friend. (It’s okay-Michael knows it.)Besides talking on the phone every day-we see each other at least twice a week. I wouldn’t be the strong person I am without her constant love and support.
  • Although I love re-purposing furniture and other items, I DO NOT sew. Not even a button. Trust me. It’s not pretty.
  • I am a God loving, God fearing Christian gal who give thanks to our blessed Lord each and every day.
  • I LOVE to cook and I have the food stained recipe cards and books to prove it.
  • I also don’t do power tools. Be afraid-be VERY afraid.
  • I am terrified of spiders and bats. Michael is terrified of cats.( He thinks they are possessed.)
  • I don’t have a favorite store. I love HomeGoods and Target and World Market (yes please), but I’m happiest when I’m at flea market and don’t get me started on yard sales.
  • I am obsessed with lemons. They are in my water and tea every day, I clean with them, I decorate with them and oh yes….. I EAT them in everything.

Now about this blog.

It was my daughter, Mel’s idea to start it. She thought it would be a great way for me to document all the remodeling we needed to do on our 100+-year-old house, as well as, share some of my recipes.  

When I first started, I had absolutely NO idea what I was doing. I’m not kidding. I seriously couldn’t take a good photograph if my life depended on it. (You don’t have to go far back in the archives to prove it.)

Truth be told, Mel was really the only one that read my blog, along with a friend or two.  I’ll admit- I almost gave up several times, but then I met some amazing ladies who invited me to join a link up party (Thank you Sinea- from Ducks N’ Row), and every week I met more and more bloggers who truly inspired me and made me feel so welcome. 

It was only a matter of time before my confidence started increasing and I began putting all the advice and tips that these amazing gals were giving me into action.

Of course, there was never a shortage of projects to do in this house and some of them, like my post about painting our kitchen cabinets, even started getting comments!!!!

And imagine my surprise and dismay when some folks actually starting pinning my posts!!! Well, ya’ all…I just couldn’t have been happier and it goes without saying that I felt like the most blessed gal in the whole darn state of Minnesota.

 

But the most- blind blowing event was one I had 90 million views on Hometalk for this little old crafty creation! And I’m not even crafty folks!  That’s right. I don’t have a crafty bone in this old body!!!! Not one!  But I do have a thing called imagination.

And determination.

Which is why, after 11 long years I still haven’t given up on this old house.

We’ve put a huge dent in the L-O-N-G list of projects since we first said our vows on that beach, but Hubby and I have a long way to go.

We would love it if you stopped by every once in awhile and let us know how we are doing.

Blessings,