Showing posts with label what the hell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label what the hell. Show all posts

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Killing It

We banged it out yesterday.
We left the top strip because we were scared the whole thing would collapse before we came back next weekend.
The frame is so shoddy and rotted out.
Ya know what's on the roof?
Just cloth, yep, that's right, not even canvas, just cloth.
Weird, but whatever.
We'll have it all down next weekend.
Plus, other exciting news, El Sammy Beasto got a 1979 GMC doolie truck.
It's a beast, but will be sure to be able to tow this sucker when we're finished.
We're trying to decide on some basics so that I can draw more plans and get better materials lists going.  We're thinking a murphy bed.  Just an idea but it would give us so much more space during the days!  I actually took out a Sharpie and drew outlines on the floor to give us ideas of space with what we do have planned so far.  It's nice to walk around and "see" what space and storage will somewhat look like, even if it is just in black marker lines.
But here's what we did this weekend (just Saturday).

This is what all of that aluminum siding looks like taken down and after I have folded and stompted it.
Off to the recycle center again tomorrow.
We're hoping to give away the 3 windows that actually have glass left in them to whoever needs them.
 
 Stripped.
 Close up.
There it is, skeleton, future Purple Peanut.

Afterwards, we hung out with our friends who own this awesome place.
El Sammy Beasto got taken on a tour, where there was an old, stone, falling down building that was a Pony Express Stop, a ravine where horse smugglers used to hide the horses, and a few other cool sites.  I'm going next time!
We sat, had a brew, and I got to feed Curly!

She's awesome and does the happy calf dance, much like a ferret who does the happy ferret dance!
Right now, she's about the size of our German Shepherd, and she's only 2 weeks old!
She did wind up slobbering all over the front of my shirt while we were snuggling.
What a love muffin!
Then, all four of us headed up the road to a going away party.
Another friend of ours also lives down that way.  We ran down to her basement, jumped in the shower and changed before the festivities.  I gorged on grilled stuff and a few Oktoberfest brews.  Lucky for me, El Sammy Beasto was DD.  Nice change for me, haha!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

We seriously have a bunch of crap

I'm expecting a friend from out of town for this weekend.
What did that mean?
It means cleaning up our "extra" room that is just wall to wall packed with crap.
Oh and the ferrets run around in there from time to time.
It's a huge adventure for them.

So, here I am, moving around Rubber Maid containers to the empty closet, crawls space, garage....
I begin browsing through the mountains that are beginning to close in around me.
What do we need 50 backpacks or duffle bags or just bags for?
Isn't one for  each of us sufficient?
Hey, here's five sheet sets and a bunch of mis-matched pillow cases.
Look, it's Halloween decorations that were stuffed with newspaper to hang from the tree.
By the way, we haven't hung them in the tree in over five years.

You don't even want to know how much burlesque crap there is shoved around the house.
Fans that are beyond repair, cardboard props that are ripped and taped up....
they went in the garbage yesterday.

I've already put together about 5 bags to donate.
Once this weekend ends, I'll dive in voraciously.
If we want to live in a tiny house, we better size it down considerably....

I've begun selling some things on ebay and etsy.
If that goes well, perhaps it will be incentive to get rid of even more.

Though, El Sammy Beasto still wants to rent a storage unit for things/furniture that he just can't part with.
At this moment, I'll look at it as our personal store.
It will be a place to go to when we need dishes, utensils and other housewares to replace broken ones.
It will be our library because I can't seem to be able to part yet with the 100's of books that we've collected over the years and still have not read.
I will not purchase new ones though.

Maybe in time, we'll be able to give all of that up too.
This is going to be a learning, growing, changing process.

(from here - The 3Rs Blog)

Not the room, but could be!

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Well, Hello There

This is our Art/Life/Tiny Living/Bought a Trashed Trailer/Rebuild/Transition to Self-Sustainability/Gypsy Vardo Living/What In the Hell Did We Do Blog

This is going to be an Art Life Transition to Self-Sustainability Project.
If anyone would like to help, donate, give advice, just let us know!!

So if you made it that far, here's what's up.
If you have followed my previous blog, LaPetiteMort73, you may have come across my posts about wanting a mini-farm, poultry, tiny living, being off the grid and self-sustainable.
Of course, that blog has many other entries as well, including really selfish and materialistic wants.

Just to fill in, if you aren't aware, I grew up in the swamps of Louisiana, literally.
I mean, it was nothing to have an alligator in your front yard or step over Cotton-Mouth snakes while just leisurely walking about.  I mean, damn, I learned how to roller skate and ride a bike originally on an oyster shell driveway.
On a side note, I grew up with chickens all my life.  Yes, there were Copperheads wrapped around the cages trying to eat them & the eggs, but we had chickens!
Needless to say, those chickens were more pets.
We only ate the eggs, and our chickens died of old age.
Also, my parents composted and gardened.
We always had fresh veggies and sometimes fruit.
It just depended what they could grow each year.
It was always experimental.
Mom canned veggies, made preserves, cooked all the time while holding a full time job.
Dad, also held a hard labor full time job and gardened and built and did things self-sufficiently.
It's funny that I "hated" it all growing up.
You know, embarrassed about it.
I went to a Private, Catholic School.
I was, well, different.
It's funny now, because I still am.
Only, now, I've come to appreciate it......
and to learn from it.
I can completely appreciate all that my parents did and I've learned from them.

All I can say, is that El Sammy Beasto, never had such a childhood.
He grew up on the Wank.
That's the West Bank for you folks from Louisiana.
But he went to school in New Orleans,
the Big City, Yo!
He did not have quite as much experience in the "gardening/husbandry" field,
however, he did have a little more experience in the fishing area!
Though I spent a bit of time fishing in the Reserve Canal, Maurepaus area, his dad has a camp in Lafitte right on the freaking water!!!
Sweet.

So, when we moved up here, from our Third Story Condo in the Sky-y-a... 
on 17th Street Canal ~
El Sammy Beasto was kind of impressed with the shite I could grow in a desert like area (compared to Louisiana).

Since then, we both have discovered (Together) our love of Off-the-Grid-Living-Survivalist-Tactics stuff we have in common.
Thus began our infatuation of Tiny Living, Small House Love.
For the past few years we have followed many blogs about living with little, living simply, growing what you need, living off the land.....
We drool over websites,
we email each other tiny homes in awesome locales.

Well, this past weekend, what do you think happened - spontaneously?
El Sammy Beasto actually bid and won on trailers we've looked at for years.

Side Note:
After Katrina, we lived in a 70's Avion Silver Bullet for about 6 months.
We kept thinking about that.
We've looked and looked for vintage trailers.
Then, El Sammy Beasto found this site for the Emergency Response Studio Project made from a trashed FEMA trailer.
Of course this started our wheels turning.

Okay, back to the bid.
He won a bid for a trashed FEMA Trailer.
So, we're having hauled up here to be put on a friend's land.
Now, I'm going to start sketching out layouts, solar, wind, radiant heat, small cast iron stoves......
Oh the list goes on and on....
Also, the search for rural land that will let us live our dream.

Gypsy Vardo Style, Conceptual Art Style, Completely Self-Sufficient with no need for tapping into community water/electricity/gas.............?
The possibilities are endless, I tell you!

You can check out the Debris that Will Be the Purple Peanut at this link.....
http://purple-peanut.tumblr.com/

Oh and extra points if you know what Purple Peanut means!!!!