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Our Abode

Some have asked me to post pictures of our new home. Some don't care. I understand. How often have you been forced to watch someone's home movies---or in this era of oversharing---home videos of a birthday party or a party in which people do some purdy weird stuff or videos taken in a birthing suite at your local hospital.

In my defense--I have not posted videos of me dancing on tables with lampshades on my head, nor do I plan on doing so as no such videos of me exist. Yes, I managed to erase them all before they fell into the wrong hands. No, I didn't keep copies. Yes, I am kidding.

So here are some indoor pictures of our lovely new abode. We are loving it here.

This is our upstairs living room. The wood floors are wonderful. Large windows with no curtains because no one is anywhere near us to be able to look in. Just lovely trees, squirrels and birds. Peaceful!


And the stockings were hung on the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nick, soon would be there...



Another view of the upstairs with living room and kitchen area. Looks pretty clean for having hosted a big ole party last night, doesn't it? I owe it all to my elves. Santa was quite helpful as well.



Upstairs guest bathroom. Or as Ashley likes to call it, MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!



Looking from our bedroom into our rather tiny closet. Our bathroom is off to the right. I'd show you our bedroom, but that's where all the remaining boxes are. No, we're not entirely unpacked yet. Cut me some slack, it's only been about 2 and one half weeks!



The downstairs living room. Actually it's the room for the kids. And my big kid with all the guitars.



And last, but certainly not least, the downstairs kitchen.



I'd show you the four bedrooms but there are children sleeping in them and they would not appreciate me snapping their pictures. I would love to do it, of course, but I fear retribution.

Comments

  1. Very nice home Pam. Thanks for showing us pictures. I'm glad you are in a place that you love.

    Don't you just love the trees, birds, and just nature surrounding you? I sure do. We too never cover our windows either unless we are watching a movie during the day.

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  2. I want your house!!!

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  3. I have those videos of you dancing.

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  4. Thanks everyone.

    Vicus dear, I paid you off already. You're coming back for more? Chivalry is dead...

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