Our first home that we ever lived in was torn down in February. (well, we called it that cause that is where we slept at night, but in actuality it is probably more appropriately called our first dump. Or our first hole in the wall. Or our first scorpion/roach/mouse infested domicile. Or our first how-in-THE-hell-did-Ryan-talk-me-into-staying-here-for-a-whole-year.... even better... how did I do it?) It was Uncle Tom's 14 acre Ranch house that he grew up in on the northwest corner of Cooper and Pecos just south of the Cooper Ward meetinghouse. When Uncle Tom moved to Duncan and was getting ready to put it up for sale, he kept his horses there and let Ryan and I stay there in exchange for feeding and taking care of the horses until it sold. It actually was a neat little place to start out in and we do have some fond memories of it. (as you will see, we also had some not so fond memories of it, including the home getting broken into and us being robbed while we were at work just 3 months into our marriage. The thieves made away with about 5 thousand dollars worth of clothes, Cd's, guns, and other goods including a custom made hunting knife that Ryan's uncle Ted hand forged and crafted for him.... now THAT was a sad day.)
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I just had to leave a comment on your layout =) it is so cute!
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