The Tangrens

If you're anything like me , Escape Club is dancing around your head right now. Or maybe Will Smith if your a little younger than me.

We've lived in our house for a little over a month now and we are getting a feel for the area. Looking at our house and the neighborhood you wouldn't think that we are living in an area that is too remote. You may feel that way on the way down here. But once you are in the neighborhood you wouldn't think so...until you've lived here a while then you start to realize that we are in fact living in the Wild Wild West.

Exhibit #1

TUMBLEWEED in our back yard! Ok so those of you who grew up in the west aren't going to be too impressed with this. But to us easterners THIS is definitively wild west material.

Exhibit #2

That white jeep is our mail man! Some times he comes in a white jeep, sometimes he comes in a red jeep. But our mail always comes in a jeep...at least it's not by horseback. :)

Exhibit #3

One word...TRAINS!!

And more trains (how are you doing Holly?)



The previous owners assured us that the trains only come by once a night at 3 or 4 in the morning. And since we lived next to train tracks that were only used once or twice a year we believed them. That is most certainly NOT so. Trains come by at least 6 or 7 times. Both day and night. Oh and we live very near a train crossing so they have to blow the whistle every time they pass. For the first three or four weeks I was livid! I'd count how many trains were coming by and curse the names of the previous owners and quote scriptures of where liars go. As time has gone on it's gotten better and I've even gotten to the point that I ALMOST like them. There are many in the neighborhood that say they don't hear them anymore. I don't know if that will happen. We'll see.

A little someone has been instrumental in my change of heart.



Hyrum has become the biggest Thomas the tank engine fan since living here and it must be a common obsession in this neighborhood because the nursery is FULL of old Thomas the Tank engine trains sets. In the meantime I keep my ears open for gunshots and horse hooves of the train robbers.

There's also a corral down the road and we often see people riding horses around by the cemetery and the field nearby.

Next time you see me I just may be in a long skirt saying "y'all" and "partner"