Monday, July 12, 2010

First of all let me introduce myself. My name is Tanna and as you can tell from my description I am obviously insane. I am married to the best man I know and we are raising the most wonderful boys whom I homeschool. That isn't what makes me insane though. We have a dog, Jake, that is some mix of random herding dogs. We also have a cat, Minerva, that drives my hubby insane. That isn't what makes me insane either. I am raising a small back-yard flock of chickens. The picture above is of LuLu, one of our two buff orpingtons (she is named after Lucy Buffett, Jimmy's sister and owner of the best restaurant I know) and behind her is Ostara, one of two easter eggers. They are about 4 weeks old in the picture enjoying the coop my husband built for them out of reclaimed lumber. The lumber is from a play set my boys enjoyed until a tornado threw a tree into it. I have two veggie gardens and herbs growing anywhere I can stick them. None of that is what makes me insane either. So what is it you ask??? It is that I am doing it in the Texas heat, in the middle of an urban area on less than a 1/4 of an acre.

Let me just get this out there. I really don't like it here right now. It is hot and it is polluted and we are too far from a beach. I don't have anything against the people though. I love all of my neighbors. I am very fortunate to live in a neighborhood that is, in some ways, stuck in the 1950's. We know all of our neighbors. We all look out for each other. There are fantastic kids riding bikes up and down the street (when it is under 100 degrees anyway). We have progressive dinner, block parties, a wonderful Halloween experience and lots of front porch conversation. We also have the best 4-H club in which my kids and are heavily invested. So I guess I'd like to just pick up my neighborhood and set it in a place with clean air, no gas drilling, temps that don't regularly soar over 100 degrees with a beach in one direction and mountains in the other. I would also like this place to not dip below freezing too often. Hey, I was raised here and I'm not used to the cold. Is that too much to ask? I hope not.