A Paint Color Choice Method Which Is Going to Sweep the Nation Like Those Shamwow Things Which, By The Way, Are Actually Awesome.

I have a very distinct method of choosing paint colors. It’s very effective and may sweep the nation as the best way to choose a paint. Consider yourself lucky to have a sneak peek of such an innovative method. Please note this method should be accomplished with good lighting, but only at the time of day in which said good lighting is quickly fading. Also, wear sweatpants and unwashed hair in a messy bun on the side of your head that’s falling. Any wispy hair sticking straight out is a bonus. If you have short hair it must be plastered sideways to your head in a crazy cowlick like you just woke up after sleeping on the side of your face all night smushed into the pillow at an awkward angle. It’s critical to the process.

Step one:

Gather a ridiculous amount of paint samples and then choose a handful you think might work with your style. In our case this meant a color which would work with a wide variety of different kinds of wood all within what will be open view of each other.

DSC_1635-01Step two:

Walk around your house what feels like fifty times comparing each potential sample to every kind of wood that is currently in the house which will be in view of said paint color. Then, take a piece of flooring for your living room and put all the paint samples on said piece of wood.

DSC_1649-01Step three:

With great attention and conviction, analyze the colors in the flooring against the paint samples and start placing samples to the side that you know just won’t work. Don’t throw them away though, because they might work and you might change your mind and you just don’t know. Take a deep breath.

Step four:

Find more paint samples you forgot about and even though you really hadn’t thought of going in the direction of a cooler color, and you’re concerned about being jammed into a corner style wise by having a punchy color on the wall, put those samples up anyway.

DSC_1651-01Step five:

Step back, cringe at the new samples, and immediately remove them from the running. These ones go in the recycling. Oh wait, no, take them back out, you might want to use those colors in another room. Phew! That was close.

Step six:

Take your remaining colors and place them on your plank of wood and then walk around your room to all the different kinds of lighting because you refuse to spend any money on an actual paint sample you could paint on each wall and watch how the color changes throughout the day.

DSC_1654-01Step seven:

Start weaning down your samples again after eying every possible lighting scenario you can find. Before you start discarding though, make sure to walk around a minimum of twenty five more times to compare them to every thing that is important the paint goes with. Make sure to throw the paint samples you don’t want in the recycling. For real this time. Except don’t take it out yet. Just in case.

DSC_1670-01Step eight:

Narrow it down to two and then show your significant other so they can help you pick the color. No significant other? Just have your dog nose one. Or cat paw one. Or rip them into tiny shreds and then put them in a mug and toss it around and the first color you pick out is the color you’ll be painting. Of course you’ll likely change your mind anyway so this is a totally worthless step.

DSC_1681-01Step where the heck are we at now?

You’ve picked your final color. Phew! It’s about time. Hang this color up on your board until you’re ready to buy paint.  (Also, make sure your photo doesn’t really show the color properly, because in person it’s actually a lot creamier and yellow then in the photo below). Now go take a shower and fix that crazy hair you stinky minx.

DSC_1685-01Step oh dear goodness gracious just buy the paint already….

But not before you change your mind – again! The night before you go buy paint for your living room, which will also be the color to your open concept kitchen area, have a conversation with your significant other which results in it turning out they don’t really like the color anyway and you realizing it’s way too yellow and you’re really more of a neutrals person who likes to have color with accessories. Take your paint sample book from your favorite paint company and give it to your significant other and tell them to pair it down to a few colors they think would work. They will then hand you a bar of colors and tell you they would like if it could be one from that bar. You immediately zone in on one color. Oh wait, nope, the other one. Oh but look at that one. Choose a color from the bar of swatches in approximately two minutes. Google photos of the final color you like and realize it’s perfect. Or you know, it will do and you’ll like it. Probably. Good enough.

Your choice for this round?

doverwhiteStep congratulations you’ve actually finished picking your color now put your samples away and stop looking at them, enough is enough.

Do not go to the store to order your paint. Call it in. This way, it’s all mixed up and you can’t change your mind once you get there and see all of the other potential colors. By this point you’re ready just to have the paint anyway and you’re over picking colors.

You’re done!

You’ve finally picked your color, you’ve picked up your paint, and now it’s just time to get those brushes stroking and those rollers rolling. Spread this method, you are sure to be a hit among your DIY friends. They will have no idea how you became so efficient and precise in your color choosing ways.



This One Time We Finished Drywalling And Primed Each Room And Then I Was All “Woah!” Like Joey Lawrence On That Show Blossom

Remember when our upstairs was a hot mess (and this photo was after we had done some demo).


Then after we ripped it all apart, we put on an addition, and framed up two bedrooms?

DSC_1630-01Well, now, from the same view above it looks like this.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Wwaiiittt for it.




One of the things Andy did in this room, which I have to admit is super cute was build that nook above the closet. He built that specifically so one day we can put a ladder up there so our kids can have a fun nook to read/play in. I absolutely love it! Obviously we won’t allow that to happen for many many many many years, but the fact he even though of it was ridiculously heartening.

Okay, are you ready for the next mind blow? Our master bedroom!

DSC_1965-01Oh, but there’s more. It’s primed!



The hallway is all primed too!


I can’t believe the timeline it took to get the entire house drywalled and primed. We’re talking roughly 10 days. 10 days to drywall, tape, mud, sand, touch up, and clean up four bedrooms, two with cathedral ceilings, a downstairs nook/hallway and a  huge tall hallway stairwell. Oh, and add in sanding 30 ends to 15 beams and then wrapping said 15 beams in plastic. Wait, then we had to do an initial priming of them, and then spray the ceiling paint.

It was done through help from my neighbors, and an incredible amount of hard work from my husband who spent every moment he wasn’t at work or sleeping covered head to toe in drywall dust. We are both so relieved it’s done.

Now it’s onto the fun part – PAINTING! Then we get to trim out the doors and windows and lay our flooring. Oh man. It’s *so hard* to believe we’re finally at that point from when we started this in June of 2012. We added about 1,000 square feet to our house in about 8 months, with no outside contractor.

As I told you once, I’m almost positive my husband was infused with mutant and ox DNA as a child.

So while we take a small break from the crazy whirlwind week that happened we’re going to go enjoy the fresh snowfall outside and make our final decisions on paint colors and then….then prep to rip apart the original house this spring potentially.

DSC_1971-01You didn’t really think we were done with the renovations yet, did you?



February Farm Update

It’s been a while since we visited the farm, so while I can’t look at anymore sheet rock photos for a while I thought I’d stop in with a quick farm update. By “quick farm update” I pretty much mean “lets look at tons of photos of cattle with some information thrown in.”

First, the upsetting news. Do you guys remember the calf I called Roxy? The first one I ever saw born? She was a beautiful Hereford and Red Angus mix, center in the photo below. I loved her markings and she had a quirky temperament. Well, unfortunately Roxy is no longer with us. We aren’t sure what happened. She seemed okay but after we sent a few cattle to slaughter we heard a lot of mooing from the farm. We all assumed because there were no signs of sickness, that maybe it was because they were worked up. Unfortunately, the farmer found her a few mornings later and she had passed. We’re still not sure what took her but it was a hard one. She was a damn near perfect hybrid of Hereford and Red Angus and was a great cow. She was going to be around for a very long time. By the time she was found there was no way to process her so her life proved at least worth something. It was most definitely sad.


The herd is also pretty small now, so losing her was a little more of a hit. The farmer wasn’t planning on breeding again this year but here is where we hit the hopefully happy news.

After much “neighbor nagging” as he once said to me (in a very loving tone and a joking glance) he decided to breed the herd again. So, he brought in a Hereford bull from an outside farm for a couple months, in hoping something would happen. The bull is since gone, and no one saw the process (bow chicka wow wow) but we’re crossing our fingers. There were definitely ladies going through heat cycles so we’re hoping come late summer we’ll have some baby calves up at the farm. As much as I love cattle I am admittedly not some cattle expert, more like a novice at best. That said, I’ve been reading up a lot (how else do you get educated besides reading and learning first hand?) and I’m trying to go up each weekend to see if I can catch any signs of a heat cycle. We could do a pregnancy check in a little bit but they never have in five generations. Have no doubt that I’ve watched videos and read up on how to pregnancy check a cow and I would suit up with a shoulder length plastic glove in about two seconds flat if they wanted me to check (after further extensive research).

So while we wait to see if there are any calves on the way, let’s look at some photos. That’s all what you’re interested in anyway let’s be totally honest.

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I couldn’t end this post without two very special photos. This sweet moment…DSC_1794-01…and of course, a Hereford photo bomb.


All for now from the homestead!



Supporting Local Farmers & The Food Movement


There’s a lot that can be said about the local food movement, and there are certainly a lot of opinions on it. “Local” is how you define it, just as “natural” is how you define it. For me, recognizing the food movement in America means there is a growing awareness of our the food system processes we have in place, and using this knowledge to alter our relationships with food. To me, it’s about being conscious and then making decisions about your consumption from the knowledge. Simply put though, there is no right blanket answer for everyone because every single one of us has different values and ethics.

This post is not about what’s “right” or what’s “wrong”. This post is to explain why we buy what we buy, especially when it comes to meat, and my personal journey to where I am—as best I can. My conclusions given the information I have (and am always learning) will not necessarily be the same as everyone’s choice, and I don’t expect it to be. This is a journey, like everything else in life and it’s ever changing and developing. Take from this what you will, and leave the rest, this is a long post.


I feel once you start paying attention to your food, I mean really paying attention, you start to form a mentality of now that you know, you can’t look back. You can’t shut your eyes to what you’ve seen and you can’t shut your mind to what you’ve learned, just as your mouth can’t understand a tomato grown half way around the world as the same thing that grows in your backyard. It’s not to say I don’t buy produce from the store, or eat things from the current production system (or that our current production system is all bad). I’ve realized though the more I learn about our current food production system and the more I taste what comes from my own garden, the more I want to only eat what comes from my garden and local surrounding farms who believe in humane animal husbandry, pasture raising their animals, paying attention to the earth and limiting antibiotics. In other words, I just want a farmer that is good with my ethics and in general I like.


Growing up we ate meat, but we also ate a lot of vegetarian and vegan dishes. While I knew meat came from animals it was very easy to be disconnected. I saw the meat in the store. I knew it was shipped from other places. I didn’t think of the consumables it took to do that. I also assumed in my naivety that people treated animals right, why wouldn’t they? The American picture of farms was quaint. I grew up in a suburban town with a few ties left to it’s rural roots so I saw a couple small farms with horses, beef cattle and dairy. We also had a vegetable garden growing up. I can’t remember a time in my life we didn’t. While I wasn’t all that involved in it (looking back down I wish I had been) I always knew I liked the vegetables better in the garden than in the store. I knew homemade tomatillo salsa beat canned stuff from the store any day of the week. All of this didn’t stop me though from putting it “out of sight out of mind” when it came to buying anything from the store. I remember though having waves of an uneasy feeling about meat. A twinge of “how was this really produced?” but I ignored it and ate.


Over the years the uneasy feeling turned into a quest for information, a little at a time. I don’t remember exactly when it happened because I think it happened slow. As a teenager I learned how veal was made, and I refused to eat it. I stopped eating pork chops for a long time because the idea of eating something off another animals bone bothered me. It bothered me more that I knew nothing about that animal. Years passed, I met Andy, and I met his brother.

Casey, being a hunter, was my first real exposure to the whole process of meat. He came home with a deer he hit one day and hung it in the garage at his mom’s house. I was in shock. That’s an animal! It was an animal, not much unlike the cows, pigs, chickens and fish I ate except for one big difference – it was entirely free until the moment it wasn’t. I sat there and said to myself, “if you’re going to eat meat, you need to accept where it comes from.” I would have this same feeling years later when I went fishing. So I sat there as he dressed it (took the innards out). I gagged. I went in the house. I forced myself to go back out. It was a warm smell. It was an acceptance of life unto death. It was sad, it was eye opening and it wasn’t easy to look your food in the face. Multiple times I had to leave and go in the house as my brain tried to process the visual, the smell of a still warm animal, and the fact that life goes to death just like that. I started thinking about the animals in the store. They weren’t free. They weren’t probably treated all that great. They certainly didn’t have a free quality of life that this deer did. I sat there contemplating it and helped package up the meat.

The next day we had venison and eggs for breakfast. I didn’t think much of where the eggs came from besides “a chicken” but the venison was different. It was the first time in my life I had seen an animal turned into the food on my plate. While I still don’t love venison to this day, I can say the meat tasted entirely different and not just because it was literally a different animal.


Years passed, I learned more, I taught myself more, I moved to a house that’s on a beef cattle farm, I helped at the beef cattle farm, we planted our own garden which we’ve expanded on every year, I started realizing how many more chemicals and pesticides were used in treating produce, I started not being so okay with that nagging feeling I had every time I bought meat from the store, we started going to farmers markets more, we started eating vegan more, I started my own soap company to battle all the chemicals in body products, we started canning our own food and this last year it all came to a head when last spring I announced I didn’t want to buy anymore meat unless it was local. I struggled throughout the spring and summer with it. Would I still eat meat someone else bought from the store? Where could I get the meat and could I really even afford it? I knew something had to change.

Around New Years we both wanted beef tacos but we had no source for the beef. I thought maybe we could use venison my brother in law hunted, but there wasn’t any thawed. I needed to pick up other items anyway. I figured I could at least get organic beef, for whatever that means. I got to the store and there was no organic beef. I stood there staring at the meat. That same nagging feeling from years before came bubbling up stronger than ever. I ignored it once again, pushed it down, and bought the beef from the grocery store, for what will hopefully be the last time.


That day was the day where my ethics took over. Where I couldn’t take all of the knowledge I had amassed and ignored it. I tried being one of those people who, because of cost, could just be okay “knowing” it and limiting my purchase. Truth is, I can’t be one of those people. It feels innately wrong to me. If it doesn’t feel wrong to you, that’s okay. Really, honestly. For me though, it wasn’t what I could live with. I saw the cows that were going to slaughter this past fall. I came home in tears. I knew their faces. I knew what their future was. I also knew what they were raised for. I was in tears because I was sad, I was in tears because I was confused about how I felt, and I was in tears because I was happy to know these animals at least lived a really, really good life. I had the chance to pet them, to say thank you, to give them those last scratches behind the ears they loved, and to feed them some apples from the pasture tree. A lot of people don’t want this connection because it’s hard to have. I won’t deny it, it really is hard. I bet it’s part of the reason a lot of people go fully vegan. For me though, it’s important to have that connection. I would rather eat meat where I know the name, age, and face of the animal any day over some animal that I know lived a bad life, or that I know nothing about. Does it make it harder? Absolutely, but it’s worth it. Maybe that’s hard to understand if you’ve never been through it, but it’s both calming to know the animal had a fantastic life, and a little sad.

I decided I was okay with the price of buying meat from a farmer, because ethically there was a lot higher non-monetary price to not buying it from a local farmer. While I wouldn’t know which animal it was on the farm, I would know the farms ethics. I would know the animals were treated kindly. I talked to my neighbor the cattle farmer but we didn’t need an entire side of beef. We still don’t eat a lot of meat. I started really researching it all, and then I did something about it.

Now, I have my local suppliers and farms I work with, which I’ll link to below.

As far as produce and other items, my thoughts and actions are still evolving. I’m still weighing the cost versus the benefit. I still prefer to support local farmers and get my food from Maine sources. I prefer this for a few reasons: I like my food made close to home. This is exactly why over the next few years we’ll be expanding our garden to include a green house so we can do winter root vegetable growing and keep greens growing late into the season (and get an earlier start the next season). I like supporting small farmers. My issue with meat wasn’t just the animal welfare, it was supporting conglomerate farms. Maine is a highly agricultural state in it’s roots and I see it being lost. I can battle both my issue with factory farmed meat, and my desire to see agriculture and small business thrive in Maine by buying my meat locally.

While I prefer to buy at a farmers market if I can (when our garden isn’t in production), I’ll still buy produce at the larger grocery stores. I try to go to the smaller grocery stores that carry local items, like eggs. Just this week I bought duck eggs from a woman a few towns over, and bacon from a farm a few hours from me since neither of the places I now get meat from were open. I knew this small store would have local bacon though, so I called and the shipment had just come in that day from pigs that were processed very recently. It was my first time buying local bacon and I can tell you it was the best bacon I’ve ever had in my life.


The long (and oh has this been long) and short of it is this: I’m not going to ask what the source, destination, and process of everything I eat is at a restaurant (though I do look for origin on my food when I’m shopping). I can however do my part to try and support small farms in Maine and New England as much as possible. Just this week I found out there’s a farm in Maine that grows their own grains and mills them into flour. So, the next time I need flour I’ll buy it from them. Then again I know King Arthur flour is grown and milled entirely in the USA so I’m not going to kick myself or really think twice about it if I buy it, at least not at this time in my journey.

Life is about being true to yourself, and while my awareness of food has increased exponentially over the last year especially, it’s not going to stop me from being balanced. I certainly know the way I live isn’t for everyone and while it admittedly absolutely baffles me when people don’t want to know where their food comes from, I can accept that is their choice. The most I can do is try and do what works best for me. My theory is, if it can grow here I should see about getting it from a Maine producer. It if can’t grow here, I’m not beating myself up. I also won’t deny myself some treats in life. Sometimes I really want that chocolate cake I’m being offered. I’m not going to deny myself it, or sit there and grill it’s origins. Come on now, sometimes you just want cake. My whole thing is about just having knowledge. Don’t sit around and purposely plug your ears to what’s going on. Once you have the knowledge though, eat that cake if you want to and don’t feel bad. Do what works best for you, and your family. Lord knows our house isn’t only filled with fresh local veggies and meat. We have other items, I buy my dried beans at the store (though I just learned I could get them locally, so I probably will from now on). I eat at restaurants. I like chips. I just watch how much I buy those things, try and look where they are from, and weigh it all out in my own head.

It’s all about knowledge. Inform yourself. Take that knowledge, and make your decisions. A relationship with, and an understanding of, your food is a good thing. I promise.



My Maine Food & Research Sources

Farmers Gate Market  (www.farmersgatemarket.com) – “Farmers’ Gate Market is a full scale butcher shop that specializes in grass fed beef, pastured pork, pastured lamb, and range poultry. Our products are local, healthy and very tasty.”  They are my source for chicken and pork. I also like that they have MOFGA certified chicken, but given their ethics I would eat any of it. Their beef and pork are processed at Bissons, while chickens are processed at their small shop.

L & P Bissons and Sons (Facebook only) – They have good beef raised at their farms, at pretty affordable prices. Just know that because of popularity they source a lot of their pork products from Canada while a few they raise. They are one of the most well known and respected small processors here in Maine. They also sell their own raw milk and butter. They sell chicken too but I prefer Farmers Gate Market.

Fort Andross Mill Winter Farmers Market – This is a farmers market that is newer to me, but is by far one of the best winter farmers markets I’ve ever been too. It’s located in the big mill in Brunswick, and is fantastic. There is some seriously good produce there along with dairy products, different kinds of meats, seafood, and all sorts of delicious treats. The prices on the produce is really great too. While you’re there take some time to check out the giant (and very cool) flea market next door, or walk through the other side of the market into the large (and very cool) antique store! You can very easily spend hours there between all three, or just run in and grab some produce!

MOFGA (Find Local Foods) – MOFGA is the Maine Organic Farmers and Growers Association. While I don’t demand my food be organic they are a good starting point. They also run the Commonground Fair every year where items can only be grown/made/processed in Maine. It’s pretty awesome.

Get Real Maine (www.getrealmaine.com) – This is a site I highly recommend for finding local farms, local foods, agricultural events around the state, and farmers markets. You’ll need to talk to each farm in regards to it’s ethics, etc. to see if it’s in line with yours. Unlike Farmers Gate Market there’s no assurance that every farm has pasture raised animals that are treated well. With rare exception, most Maine farms are open to people coming to visit and to answering any questions you have.

Awww Sheet Yeah!

Yay for a new blog design! It was time to make a change up in here that felt both warm and fun. Heads up our house style will likely not reflect this same style overall. The house is a different beast since we have to blend a more traditional style (Andy) with a more modern farmhouse style (me). It’s all going to be a mishmash up in this maison. The blog, and maybe my office, are solely my design choice – holla. New blog background compliments of designer Brandi Galuzzi, it’s a free design I found. Go check her site out!

In case you hadn’t heard from every news station in the United States, we’re currently getting walloped with a nor’easter. In other words – we’re having a snow storm that might deposit anywhere from one to three feet. In other words, to someone born and raised in New England, it’s just a good old snow storm. So as the polar bears are taking over while the hot cocoa is being rationed and the snow is whipping and raging outside, lets discuss what’s been going on IN our home. It’s been pretty epic.

When I last left you, we were finishing up insulation and that’s about where we stood for a little bit. UNTIL THIS HAPPENED.

DSC_1451-01So much drywall, and this wasn’t all of it. Before we could drywall though, I had to finish sanding the ends of the beams to take the surface mildew off as noted in this post.  Sanding wasn’t nearly as difficult as I thought it would be, but that’s because I had our handy dandy Porter Cable sander with 100 grit paper to help me out.

PorterCableSanderIt amazed me how much of a difference there was before and after!

DSC_1454-01DSC_1452-01Our drywall came on Friday even though we expected it on Saturday. They apparently thought it was going to a different house. In a different town. A good 30 minutes from our house. Whoops. So long story short, Andy got the call and came home to meet them here. When I got home from work on Friday night to a downstairs and upstairs full of drywall it’s safe to say I was a little shocked but totally excited.

Saturday started early and then this happened. Are you ready?

Are you really even ready?

Let’s recap that at one point in time the place that is now our living room was an ugly porch with a toilet on it, firewood, and a bunch of other crap. Oh dear goodness. This is hard to even wrap my head around.

House-Set-II-9.23.2007-040Thankfully that porch is long gone, an addition is in it’s place and we’re both excited it’s no longer framing and insulation only! When you see the photo below really take in that my husband built this entire thing with his two hands, since June 2012, and there’s another three brand new rooms to the side and above this one. I married a good one.

DSC_1511-01Our neighbor John had been waiting for us to start drywalling and came over to help out. He had previously helped with the trusses too. He absolutely loves dry-walling and he is good at it. I mean really good! While he ran out, I learned how to use, and manned, the drywall screw gun to help the guys anchor the drywall in place. Andy would then take over and complete it, since I was a little slow. Once John came back the guys had a rhythm and I stayed out of the way! The living room was first on this drywall adventure.

Let me break in here for a minute to say that the following conversation just took place.

Me: “What’s the screw gun called for the drywall?”

Andy: *raises eyebrows* It’s a screw gun…for drywall. It’s called a drywall screw gun.

Me: “Oh, really? I didn’t know if there was a fancy name for it. Good, that’s what I had it called.”

(Andy looked over my shoulder as I was writing this and laughed. I told him to “go awwayy!” , laughed, and covered the screen.)

DSC_1514-01I mostly took photos of the process and did other things while the guys worked. Casey made sure to razz me and photo-bomb as he often does. So as I do, I will ALWAYS post them to the internet. You’re welcome, Casey.

DSC_1520-01Let’s go to the photos of the transformation, because there are a lot of photos to get through!

DSC_1540-01 DSC_1569-01 DSC_1570-01 DSC_1574-01I knew drywall would make a huge difference, but I couldn’t believe just how much of a difference it made until I saw it go up.

DSC_1600-01So different, right?! It’s hard to believe this was ever a porch.

You know what’s also hard to believe? The old living room (now bedroom) was once a dark brown panel cave and is now a bright bedroom. It’s such a better use of the space. As a reminder, we didn’t drywall over the paneling. We ripped every single piece of it out and gutted the room to the studs before re-framing for the new windows and insulating the exterior walls. We did drywall over the ceiling beams because they are supporting the second floor and we didn’t want them exposed. This room isn’t the showpiece of the house since it was all wonky from the original construction, but it is already so much nicer and cozy.

DSC_0094DSC_1606-01 DSC_1607-01 DSC_1608-01With the lower two rooms drywalled, John and Andy worked the rest of the week taping and mudding. John came over in the evenings and was here early on the mornings he wasn’t working. There may have been one morning I was getting ready for work and Casey let him in. I may have been in my pants and bra and I grabbed my shirt and dodged into the office so I could be decent. Close call, and funny, for sure.

DSC_1616-01 DSC_1620-01So that completes where we are at with the downstairs. Both rooms have had all their taping and mudding complete and now it’s time to sand, prime and paint. PAINT! Colors are not chosen yet, but different ideas, as well as lighting fixtures, are being thrown around. It’s like a paint chip rave party up in here.

Finally, the guys almost have the upstairs complete too but since this post is already so long I’m going to save that for another post! My brain is currently shutting down due to too many computer waves infiltrating it all day. Also, it’s time to let the dogs out.

Let’s hope I don’t lose them to the abominable snowman and polar bears that are surrounding our property. It’s insane out there.