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My Home….Again

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.”
L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

When I first moved to this town from Utah, I found a rental house online and sent off the deposit before I knew much besides the fact that it was in some part of town called the “Redlands” and was a stones’ throw from the National Monument.

Honestly, any neighborhood that is surrounded by green/BLM/NPS/USFS property is a good sign.

So we got that house…sort of.

When it came time to move in, the dude who had been living there hadn’t moved out. We ended up being homeless for a time- living in a hotel and then in my dad’s house in Monticello, UT- well, 4 of us living in one room…sleeping on the floor….with no money and only the clothes we had packed in the car because the rest was in the moving van that promptly went back to Salt Lake when they couldn’t unload in Grand Junction….

Fast forward….

We lived there for 2 years (once the dude DID move out), then purchased a house just down the street…because we loved the area so much!

Fast forward….

18 months later we decided to conscientiously uncouple ourselves. Well sell our houses and decide to remain friends/partners-in-parenting. I find the cheapest, smallest place I can within the school boundaries. It’s still expensive. But so so so worth it!

Fast forward….

Decide renting is really not a sound investment and start talking to a mortgage guy to see what it would take for me to be able to buy a house. Matt decides he wants in on it and would be willing to help out financially and BOOM! We’re house shopping for realzzzzz.

Fast forward…..(last time, I promise)

We find this cute and interesting fixer-upper condo that’s super cheap for the square footage. Seriously like $50/ft less than the average in the neighborhood. Sure it needs a lot of remodel work, but we can move right in, the kids have more space and guess what!??!?!?

It’s almost exactly across the street from my old house. And just down the street from the first house I lived in when I moved to this town 4.5 years ago. Hilarious, no?

So here I am all stressed out and over-worked and stressed out and I’m like, “Hey babe, (only I don’t really call him ‘babe’ that’s just a joke), I need to get out. Would you mind checking my tire pressure?”

And I bundle up real good because it be all freakishly freezing up in here and he kisses me goodbye like, “Yeah, girl, you go get some….” and I do just that!

Our new house is literally a hearty stones-throw from access to tires-on-dirt kind of action and in a few blissful moments I’m there. I have Aerosmith going all ‘Crazy’ in my ear buimg_7570 img_7571ds and the sun is shining and I wonder why I ever thought I had a care in the world!

There’s something more about moving in with a guy that I love but I have seen only 1% of his stuff and I had never really had a place to myself not even since I was…well…ever since I got married when I was 20…and I don’t get time alone…and I feel like I am literally working constantly…and all I really want to do is be a mom and ride my bike…and he has so much stuff I had no idea because it’s all been in storage…and why is he putting PAPERBACK books on my gorgeous black bookshelves and….4 boxes of “The Simpsons” collectibles?

Life can’t get back to ‘normal’ soon enough.


At least the new house has a fireplace.


At least he puts away his own stuff….



At least I can drink!….


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A Little SS on my SS

“If everything seems under control, you’re not going fast enough.”
Mario Andretti

Story of my life. Completely out of control.

With the work on the house, a recently-completed (and wildly successful) music program at school, the prospect of moving looming…I needed OUT.

So I went.

I just hopped on my bike and rode to the Secret Stash for a lap or two. I was only out for about 40 minutes- that’s all the time I could spare- but it worked wonders for my psyche.

Worth it.


Obligatory Pano!


Obligatory vertical pano!img_7362

Obligatory selfie. Yes that’s a real smile. Kind of.

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The Best Laid Plans…

“Single is no longer a lack of options – but a choice. A choice to refuse to let your life be defined by your relationship status but to live every day Happily and let your Ever After work itself out.” 
― Mandy HaleThe Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass

We had to get out of the house. Matt is a good influence on me and said we needed to go ride these bikes before we did a photo shoot. So we rode from my house and cruised around the SS.

The plan for today was revolving around a photo shoot for the magazine- Matt doing the pictures and I writing the article. We picked me up a bike from the local shop (since mine was in the shop). So we did our little morning ride, then headed to the Lunch Loop for the shoot.

The kids were super good- riding their bikes around and playing together while we got the shots. Afterward we hung out in the parking lot and visited with friends, getting sound bites for the article and generally having a good time.

I considered it the first time I’ve been able to hang out with a bunch of friends since my divorce was final- so I partied a little too hard and Sarah ended up driving me home. It was pretty funny to me, actually!

By the way, Matt is awesome. I’ll be excited to be able to share with everyone when he has another photo on the cover of the Grand Valley Magazine. I’m so proud of him.