Nov 8, 2016

Early Congradulations to President Donald J. Trump (NOV,07,16)

Playing house, and fluffing my little nest pales in light of the current world events and election. I have never labeled myself as a Democrat nor a Republican. I have always considered myself an Independent. I grew up near Berkley (BIZERKLEY) CA. I watched first hand and up close what liberal politics did to CA.
                                                   
                                                        
            
                                                    

When I was in high school and later at college I really enjoyed debate courses. I learned new ways to seek out information that would challenge my original thought process and conclusions. I began to question why I believed the way I did. That critical thinking process taught me to use avenues of study, research, and reasoning in order to reach my answers. See, I believe that in many instances, the problem is not that people are uneducated, but that they are educated just enough to believe what they have been taught. And not educated enough to QUESTION what they have been taught.
 
                                                                                    
                                                                                 




For the better half of my life I half heartedly paid attention to politics and world events. I  remained dumbed down as I got most of my news from biased media sources on television at the end of my work day. I was educated just enough to buy into what I had been fed by limited media sources.  Years later I woke up and started reading more political books and I began listening to independent radio hosts that were free thinkers and not sold out to liberals. Talk show hosts such as Michael Savage who provides- insightful psychological nudity, Drudge Report which has breaking news much earlier than you will find in other places, Alex Jones- whom liberals fear at www.Infowars.com, Wiki leaks (I have read a few hundred of those VERY interesting emails) as well as a dozen or so favorite blogs that I find to be very informative and educational.
      
                                                          




 There was a time when I was not out spoken about my political views. Over the years that has changed. Heck, there was a time when I believed our government was not corrupt. These days I refuse to be less than my authentic self. So- here on my tiny house blog, and in conversations, with friends or family I share......  I am angered as I watch my country going to hell. I am sickened about the state of distress that America is in. My heart aches for the live babies with beating hearts that are murdered and ripped from their mothers wombs and dissected like frogs, so their body parts can be parted out and sold. All while we invite illegal aliens to come to America as we hand them food stamps, shelter, medical care and welfare. Yeah, while our vets are treated like dirt. I am sickened by the everyday assassinations of our police officers and I am amazed that so many Americans are asleep in an information age. I  am distressed as I watch the rapid decline of my country and our BORDERS, LANGUAGE AND CULTURE.

                                                                  




So here is the deal..... Jesus is not running for president of the United States. Therefore, there will NEVER be a perfect person to take office as president. Bottom line, I believe that we will have life under Trump and death under criminal Killary. Will America be perfect under President Donald Trump?  No. He has a hard road ahead of him. He has to fight Republicans, the media, and the elite. He has to clean up years of disaster that Obummer and Killary have caused.  I fully believe with every fiber of my being that America will be revived as best as can be under President Trump. There are many questions and time will tell. Prayers are with him.

 Will Killary serve any time in prison?  Most likely if the current president is not playing golf he will make some time to pardon her.

                                                                    






Did you all catch that skank, 'Beyonce' who was called in to attract a crowd for Killary the other day?
The skank talked about how Obummer was a role model for her nephew and how she wanted a woman president as a role model for her daughter. Then her husband got on stage to entertain the crowd and belted out nasty lyrics that included several "F_ _k" bombs as well as "nigger" or "nigga". Hey Killary, why is it that you were you so offended by a behind the scenes locker room talk by Donald, a decade ago? IF Trump would of had these nasty people at his rally the media and you would of turned it into a racial ordeal. What Donald said a decade ago In private was nothing compared to the company you promote and keep.  Just one more reason you would make a horrible president, since you condone those lyrics that put women down, call people niggas and use profane language every other word. It is shameful that you and Obummer praise those nasty skanks- Beyoncé and that JZ jerk.  But you get away with much more than Trump could ever get away with. UNFAIR.            
 
                                                                

Oh,, and below we have some other Hollywood role model by the name of Jennifer Lopez or J-lo. whoever she is...?  She headlined a free concert for Killary supporters. This is a shot of her best side I guess?.  Can you imagine if this skank preformed at a Trump event?  This is current Sat night performance, mind you - not a decade ago nor something that was done in private. Seems to be a double standard and "SHE" gets away with this because she is a woman.
                                                                    

                                      SPEAKING OF DEPLORABLE
                                                                  
                             
                                                   A SIGN IN MY FRONT YARD
   

                                                           MY FRONT PORCH              

                                                         TAKING IT TO THE STREETS
                                                              
                                                 

                                                                        


                                                                       


                                                          


                                                                            


                                                                        


                                                                  

                                                      I LOVE MY COUNTRY
                                                             

                                                         GOD BLESS AMERICA
                                                                         


                                                         

                                                    GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN
                                     


As always - Remember, it is never too late to have a happy childhood. Go VOTE and then go play.


                                                                 











    







Oct 28, 2016

Leaving Washington...Creating a new life in North Carolina


Happy Fall y'all. I am taking a break from painting the exterior of my little farmhouse today, to finish my relocation story from my last post. But before I do that, - being that I am a nesting type of girl I  recently created pockets of vintage sweetness in the midst of several home improvement projects. I'm making headway but 'oh my' what a job. My little house is not yet picture worthy as a whole, but I wanted to share with you some Farmhouse Fall vignettes that I recently created. I hope you enjoy the tiny glimpses and sneak peaks from the inside of my 'work in progress' vintage farmhouse. 

I really like those 'grown in America' miniature white pumpkins called Baby Boos. I wasn't able to find them this year. A last resort search at Wally World is where I adopted three little legal immigrant plastic pumpkins. Those three little faux Baby Boos show up in each picture below.
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And now for the rest of my condensed relocation story. April 2015, I sold my three bedroom, three bath home in WA state where I resided and did business for fifteen sun deprived years. I couldn't take it anymore and decided to leave WA and make major changes in my life. I purchased a tiny (570 square foot) very old farmhouse in the mountains of North Carolina. It was not on a whim, but it was sight unseen, in a  town I had never been to nor heard of, where I knew no one. Quite an adventure it was and still continues to be. I drove three thousand miles across the United States with my five dogs, one cat and a co-pilot (thanks Aunt Cher.)  It was a five day memorable trip and what a trip it was.
                                                               

Tiny pumpkins & rusty roses usher in the Fall season at my tiny farmhouse


 Before moving from WA I sold some of my furniture, tools and equipment. I still had a lot of personal belongings, furniture and business related items that were moved to NC. I figured that I could sort, sift and downsize once I arrived in NC. I am so happy that I did not rush to sell off my other possessions before I moved here. There was a method to my madness, and it paid off. It allowed me to start a small business soon after my arrival that created an instant cash flow. Not to mention, I brought along so many sweet vintage pieces that are just perfect for my farmhouse, both the interior and exterior. I even hauled a cast iron farmhouse style kitchen sink from WA to NC (just in case) and ohhh wait till you see it. That oh so sweet drool worthy sink deserves a post of its own.



                                                                        
                             


                                                                       
   
I've always been one to march to a completely different drummer and so it was, in this major move. I can tell you that painting old plank walls in this VERY small (five hundred and seventy square foot)  house that WAS filled top to bottom with furniture and unpacked boxes was no easy task. Oh, yeah - add in my fur kids to the mix. Then imagine remodeling and home improvement projects also going on. Oh how fun, NOT! Contortionist, yoga skills and muscles come in handy as I continue to work on and in this tiny farmhouse. Heck, it might have been helpful if I had seen the house (other than online) and through pictures, before I purchased it. However, that was not the case - I prayed, believed God and had faith. Faith means believing in things not yet seen. This move took a lot of faith, prayer, trust in God and hard work. God is AWESOME, and blessed me above and beyond, than what I deserve.


                                                                           
Tiny pumpkins weighing in









                                                     
Many years ago, before old windows and doors were popular I collected them. Their history told a story and I used to imagine what they would say if indeed they could talk. Where did those doors hang? Who walked through them? What kind of home were those vintage windows in? Who opened them to let fresh air inside?  What children peered out of them?  I upcycled vintage doors and windows way before it was cool to do so. I remember attaching legs to them to make end tables, a coffee table, a desk, as well as a dining room table. I  hung old chippy painted windows on my walls instead of artwork.

Later in life, I discovered a whole new world of vintage stuff. I began to really appreciate and admire antiques, quilts, and even my grandmas beautiful lace doily's. I started collecting items from the past and in the process I became a self proclaimed dumpster diva, roadside treasure rescuer, second hand searcher as well as a picker with a purpose- to create profits from my fabulous finds.
         
          
                                                                                                           
                                                                   
Small pops of fall color on top of the vintage jelly cabinet









The bedroom - with old wavy glass windows




                                                                          
















Front room in my tiny farmhouse


My comfy down filled sofa






                                                                      
And here she is in all her glory - My sweet farmhouse sink



                                                                      
Three Baby Boos nestled into a vintage soap dish



My sink was a wonderful find for just $45.00 on Craig's list






Galvanized counters and a hand made sink base













My farmhouse kitchen shelves


Farmhouse lace and rust.... what's not to love?








                                                         
  

                                                                       
My handmade kitchen tea cabinet
                                            
                                                                        
           

                                                                                      


                                                                                   


                                                                     


So there you have it.... Welcome to my little slice of farmhouse heaven. She is a work in progress and I continue to feel so thankful and blessed to be a part of history as I highlight the sweetness of this historic little house. When this farmhouse was built there was no electricity or plumbing. The original outhouse is just across the road in the woods. The place my washer and dryer sets is where families of past let down their bucket into the water well and pulled it back up for their daily water needs. Several local old timers that I have met since moving in, at one time long ago lived in my little farmhouse, and I have enjoyed their stories. And that was before a small addition was added to create a few more feet of space in the front room. Mind you, what is called 'the addition' is about the size of a motor home slide out. People did not need or use as much space as we have become accustomed to in recent years.

For me, for now, it is an 'almost' a perfect little farmhouse cottage. From the old original plank floors and walls, the wavy glass window panes, the sweet fireplace, and the wrap around covered porch, to the funky nooks and crannies, I love it. - Yep, she is pretty much a perfect place for me to nest in and call my home sweet home.

Thanks for visiting. I plan to share a few pictures in my next post of the three little pumpkins as they venture outside on a small journey around the local countryside. Until then please remember - It is never ever too late to create a happy childhood. Now go and play......


Blessings,
Tonita