I don't want to talk about it.

To even think about sasquatch for more than 10 seconds is so unlike me, that when I watch hours worth of footage of sasquatch sightings, I feel like I have to talk about it.

I can't say I believe in sasquatch, but that's because I'm choosing to be ignorant for my own sake. If I knew there were sasquatches running wild in Scout Mountain, I would never leave my house. So, basically, I will never go camping again.

I have to admit there are three things I absolutely cannot talk or think about, because I am so tender-hearted and I am overcome with emotion everytime I talk about it.

First, is ghosts. Spirits, more like. I know some people believe they've been visited by a deceased love one and I believe them, but I DO NOT want to ever experience something like that. Especially not in the middle of the night and especially not when I'm alone. I've told Taylor numerous times that if he passes before I do, DO NOT visit me because I am a scaredy cat.

Second, is sasquatch. Yes, I am still afraid of the dark and I think if I saw a sasquatch at night either in the hills or casually walking near me, I would shat myself and probably die from a heart attack. Watching the show on Animal Planet about Finding Bigfoot totally gives me the heebie jeebies. They actually spend the night in the mountains, all alone, to wait to be found by a sasquatch. Just them and a sleeping bag and a thermal camera that can sense when a sasquatch is approaching them. Kudos to them and I hope they discover bigfoot and build a bigfoot zoo that I will never visit because I hate zoos.

Third, is peeping toms. Taylor's mom said she had a peeping tom growing up who she would catch occasionally right outside her window. Can you imagine the fear you'd experience knowing there were lurking eyes watching your every movement in the privacy of your room?!! I am fortunate to have such a bully of a dog who growls at anybody who is across the street or growls at the FedEx truck that drives by, so I know for sure that if there were any peeping toms, my dog would hunt them down before they could get within arm's reach of our house.

Can you tell I'm writing this late at night?! The past two nights I've been up with Taylor watching Finding Bigfoot, cowering into his arms and squeezing his hands everytime the thermal camera shows anything moving. I don't know how I ever functioned before a dog and a husband. Overprotective dog and husband, at that.

Do you dream in....Pinterest?

I do. Like, everynight. I feel bad because I don't follow people who follow me and it has nothing to do liking your pins or not, I just forget to re-follow. I'll work on that.

I have found a lot of inspiration for some upcoming projects. Mostly a kitchen re-do and bathroom re-do. Which are pretty expensive, but the more my mind wanders, the more I see potential in our little house that I absolutely HATED a year ago, but am starting to embrace. So I'm wrapping my mind around the idea of investing, instead of looking for potential homes for sale that we can move into in about a year!! (Definitely plan B.)

Let me explain the transformation. First and foremost, the smell. The smell made me queasy. Even up to the last month of pregnancy, I hated getting whiffs of must coming from the basement. The drab paint color on every wall. The microscopic kitchen. The awkward front room layout. Etc, etc. Then my amazing mother-in-law took over my house and completely re-did my living room and bedroom, making it look like a house from a show from HGTV. Whenever I came home, briefly, from Utah during our 5-month stay, I started to feel more comfortable and felt better about bringing my baby home to our once-disgusting house.

I have been really grateful for one thing in particular, and that's our house's location. It truly is in the heart of Poky. We are close to so much...I'm not sure but I think the old building right behind us just got purchased by a huge retailer...(Target? Old Navy?) And yet, our street is quiet and kid-friendly and our neighbors are great. We will never live anywhere as convenient and close to stores and restaurants unless we move into a condo in a big city. (Definitely plan C.)

I leave our house maybe once or twice a week. And when I'm gone, I'm excited to go home, where I can really relax and find refuge and enjoy the comforts that we have slowly created in the last 8 months. With the influence of Pinterest and watching HGTV ALL DAY LONG, I am seeing so much potential and am actually excited to get going with my 29472873747 ideas. Hopefully I'll document the progress as I go.