Getting Settled

Thank you for all the kind words of encouragement and prayers. We are here, we're unpacking and Matilda even started eating again. Poor puppy dog was a bit upset over her new digs.

We still have a few minor trips to make back and forth getting storage boxes over here from the old place. We mostly have some Christmas boxes, books and baby storage items we need to find a home for. Anna's room is all put together and the decorations are on her wall. Isaiah's room is about 1/2 done at the moment and our room is about 3/4 done. We like this new place and think it'll work just fine. I am so very thankful we found a place in the country and in the same district.

Things about the new place I like better than the old:
1. Laundry room as soon as you walk in. Very easy to remember to just throw in a load here and there. Surprisingly, when the laundry room is in the basement it's easier to forget about the piles. You get behind really quickly.

2. We now have a dishwasher. At the other place, although it was built in '93, we never had a dishwasher. Well, let me tell you, it sure is easy to keep the kitchen clean with a dishwasher. I recommend them.

3. We only have two TVs so at the old place we had one in our living room and one downstairs in the family room. Here, we have one in the living room and one in our room. How nice to lay down after the kiddoes are asleep and watch American Idol in bed. Also something I recommend. Very nice.

4. Master Bathrooms are a good thing. I always sort of thought them a waste of space. Not anymore. Two thumbs up on this as well.

So, all in all, we're doing okay. Getting unpacked and becoming adjusted to the new place. I'm pretty bummed about having to let go of the sheep and chickens but am thankful they are going to friends parents' home not that far away. We can visit if we need too. I am VERY thankful this new place allows dogs. We would not have made it if Matilda could not have made the move with us.

I'll keep everyone posted on our progress and once we're all settled (and I find the camera) will put up photos.

Thank you again for all the support.

Moving

I haven't been blogging in quite awhile. Life has been turned upside down and I haven't really felt like blogging. Also, what I'll fill you all in on has been best kept quiet, til now. I think it's pretty safe to explain. Since I blog, typically, about our everyday lives and events I thought it'd be easier to just come on out and fill you all in all at once.

About 8 1/2 years ago my husband (Matthew) and my parents started a sign company. Matthew has been making signs of some kind since he was 18 and he has a BFA degree from Stout. He had always wanted to own his own shop. My dad also had some skills in design work and my folks thought the sign gig would be a neat thing to try. So, long story short... they did. We all worked getting the business up and running. Initially we ran the shop from my folks' house. A few years later Matthew and I acquired the entire business and moved the shop to a few different spots over the years. Matthew made excellent signs and word spread quickly. At one point we even had two shops running full time in two different towns (Hudson/River Falls). The economy allowed for us to grow. There were times in that span where we'd grow and reduce, grow and reduce. Basically we'd adjust and it wasn't a big change.

We were allowed some neat opportunities from AdCraft too. Matthew was able to literally travel the world. He made signs for places in Puerto Rico, Scotland and Greece to name a few. Our shop was featured on the Discovery Channel and our family, all four of us, were able to travel to Scotland. It was because of a sign convention in Callander that I actually got on a plane FOR THE FIRST TIME and travelled rather recklessly with my two babies across an ocean. (No, I wasn't really reckless but it felt that way at the time) Anyways, those neat opportunities were once in a lifetime deals that were made possible because of Matthew's hard work with the shop.

(If you've never seen some of Matthew's work I think the www.adcraftsign.com is still up and running so you should see his talent)

We met lots of neat friends too from all around the world. Isaiah and Anna know folks very well that make their home in Germany and Scotland. It was a neat deal for the kids too.

What does that have to do with moving and packing? Well, you see my mom had always done the books for AdCraft. A couple years ago Matthew saw the potential for a very poor economy and sadly, we took all necessary steps to sell the company and get out while we could. We had one taker (apparently all other business owners/potential buyers saw the possibility of poor economics as well). The guy that came in said he'd take over books and do some light production work. This was great news as it freed up my mom, who already had a full-time job besides AdCraft, and Matthew as this new guy was going to take over some of Matt's responsibilities too. Without spilling the beans too much this guy didn't work out. Last fall the economy hit us pretty hard. We let the potential buyer go and I took over the books, in hopes of saving some money. We also cut our guys' hours down to three days a week.

While I was doing the books and calling my mom non-stop regarding questions on how to do certain things I started noticing problems. Another long story shortened, this guy did not pay our taxes, balance the register and a myriad of other LARGE problems that needed to be worked through in a short amount of time. Mom helped get that mess straightened out but it had a huge financial impact. Matthew pushed through some jobs that would have been saved for our slower time in winter.

I'm sure lots of you have noticed money seems tight all around. Well, in an effort to just get to the end of the story, it's hitting us pretty hard. We have closed AdCrafts's doors. If jobs don't come in we can't keep the ship afloat. We've put all our savings and personal funds into the company in hopes of being able to hang on a bit longer. No deal. We have had no income since February. I would do payroll and pay our guys but not Matthew. We couldn't. We are surrendering our homes, our cars, tractors, etc. We realize we can't continue and are just sucking it up and moving on.

We feel very blessed to have found a home in Osceola to rent. We can stay in the country, keep our dog and Isaiah does not have to switch schools. Three bedroom rental homes are a rarity in this little town. God just dropped it into our laps. We have to send the sheep and chickens to a buddy of Matt's. At this point Matt's looking for work. As you can imagine that's not an easy task at the moment. So, there's some mighty big changes coming down the pike. At the end of the day, however, we still have what's really important. All the other stuff is just fluff. Makes for nice opportunities and experiences but it's not what's important.

So that's about it. It's been a fun ride but, rides over.... everyone out.

Honestly, Matthew and I are excited to see what the next chapter holds for us. God is still God and he knows the deal.

Parade

On Sunday the kids and I walked in our town's parade. We were walking with our 4H club, handing out 4H information and candy. It was great fun. My folks and sister came up to watch the parade and assist with the transportation problem of starting the parade at one end of town with our vehicle and ending the parade at the complete opposite end of town without our vehicle. Mom and I finally figured out a plan that did not require us to walk all the way back to the beginning of the parade. Matthew is still out of town so it's nice to have their help in matters such as these. Also, it's always fun to be able to look for people you know while walking in the parade. Very fun. Here are some shots of the day.



Here we are walking up to Mom, Dad and Sally during the parade. Notice our lovely 4H shirts.












Apparently one of the parade units ahead of us was handing out flowers. This is what my dad decided to do with the flower. Nice.











After Isaiah and I finished our route we headed back to Mom, Dad, Sally and Anna and finished watching the parade.


I love this. I was taking the picture and Isaiah was watching this set of antique cars driving by, the cars were zig-zagging in the street back and forth. Well, I guess it appeared as though one of the cars was going to bump into me. I love how Isaiah is half worried and half laughing at the same time. Anna's sort of thinking , "Yikes".








This is just plain classic. Here we have Sally, Isaiah and Dad showing us their "eating very chewy candy" faces. Anna is very intent on the next parade unit. That's my mom. You can hardly even see the evidence of Bell's Palsy. Thanks again for all the prayers.

All in all it was a very fun day.

Morning Glory

Dear God,
Wow, that was beautiful.
And the rainbow? Amazing.
Magnificent, only You could create something like this.

Thank you!

Ya Know You're in the Country when...

. . . you read the paper and find the majority of OWI incidents are on folks riding ATVs.

Guest Room

When my mom helped with Anna's room she also helped with the guest room downstairs. The ceilings got a fresh coat of white paint and I picked out a very dark sage color, Dried Thyme is the name.

Northridge Ranch's guest room is now taking reservations.

The color never really shows up accurately. I know for Anna's room a couple folks commented on her "lavender" colored bed. In actuality the bed is painted a blue color, like a dark cornflower blue, if that makes sense.


Anyhow, this room is done and after Anna's 3rd birthday party on Saturday I'll contemplate the next room.

One Project...Done

My mom took the day off and helped me immensely. She helped me paint Anna's room and our guest room. She's a great painter and we had a system.

I painted the ceilings and the walls while my mom cut-in around the trim and the ceilings. She doesn't even need painter's tape!

Anna's room is a green, Little Leaf, to be exact. It feels so very good to have both rooms done. The entryway is still an "in progress" project.

When I get the guest room put back together I'll post pictures of that.

Wonderful Life

When we moved in October we brought along the sandbox (emptied) and the kids' swing/slide/climber play set. We never set either of them up again since it was soon to be winter and we needed to decide where they were going.

On Saturday both pieces of equipment were open for business yet again. Anna has definitely been happy about the sandbox's new sand and the play set she's finally old enough to enjoy. We've been out there quite a bit the last few days.

This evening while playing after supper she stopped swinging in mid-flight, got up on her feet, turned towards me and said, "Mama, do we get to do this everyday?!".

I said, "Pretty much, yep."

To which she replied, "Yes!".

My sentiments exactly.

Backyard Wildlife

Matthew and the kiddos like to set out corn for the deer. They didn't show up at all last winter but about a month ago they started to come daily to the backyard corn piles. It's fun. Sometimes we can tell which group of deer they are. There were two mamas that would bring their fawns from last spring. We could tell which set they were. One set always came first and then the next mama would come in with her two babies.

We think the mamas have scooted last years babies "out of the nest" to maybe prepare for this year's fawns? These two deer are last year's fawns from one of the little family groups we were seeing. The doe isn't with them so we think they are just on their own and haven't separated yet.

Hoping they stick around and it becomes a family tradition to eat our corn. As long as they stick to the corn in the backyard and don't eat the corn that will be growing in the garden.

Dr.Dolittle

Well it's one adventure after another here at the "farm". While quietly folding laundry and minding my own business I noticed a white pigeon sitting in a very odd way out by our bird feeder and cracked corn.

We have pigeons in the barn but they're the regular ol' run o' the mill blue and gray versions. We do not have white ones, anywhere.

Also, the bird was sitting in an odd way. Appeared extremely worn out, sick or hurt - something. I thought I'd go out and investigate. I walked all the way up to the bird. Right next to the bird. All he did was pigeon walk away. Didn't fly. I managed to rustle him up enough to fly only as far as the garage roof eventually.

I felt better knowing he could fly and that his wing wasn't broken or anything of that nature. Still odd that he just moved out of my reach and not actually away. I thought he'd mosey along but an hour later I found him back in the same spot I saw him originally. I tapped the window and moved around but the pigeon was quite "content" to just stay put.

I did some investigating online and called a bird release company that is relatively near by. I was thinking that maybe this was a lost pigeon that somebody may be looking for. Maybe there was a fancy-schmancy wedding this weekend in which they released a lot of white pigeons and this guy is lost? Ya never know.

The kind man I spoke to said they stopped doing that a couple years ago. I asked him some questions anyhow and he said it was most likely a pigeon (I'd originally thought a dove due to it's color) because pigeons are much larger in size. We also will think, for now, that this is a racing pigeon that has gotten off course and is resting and regaining his bearings, or directions.

Basically, I'll keep my eyes on the guy for a couple days and then do some more calling around. He certainly stopped at the bird Hilton of bird feeders though. He maybe is a racing pigeon...frequent travelers always know where to spend the night. Matthew's got every kind of birdseed known to man, and bird, out there so the pigeon can rest and eat his fill of whatever he wants. I do NOT leave out chocolate mints on the pillow though so if he's expecting that he can just keep flapping.

God has not gifted me with the ability to actually speak to animals so I shall just keep guessing and making sure he's warm and full. Sure would be neat to ask him what he's up to...

Carduelis Tristis

At our old home we had a wonderful bird sanctuary set up. It was a family pastime to sit in the living room window and identify the different types of birds that visited our yard.

Some of our favorites included a Baltimore Oriole and his family that visited us for two summers, the Bluebird families that came every year. The Red-Winged Blackbirds, Hummingbirds, Chickadees, House Finches, Goldfinches and last (as well as least) the Grackles that made their homes in the dying tree in the front yard. It was so much fun to sit and watch. They all stopped by the feeder at their appointed times. I'm not sure who organized the slots each group received but I tend to think it was the male Red-Winged Blackbirds. No offense, they just seemed a bit bossy.

While I was pregnant with Anna in the summer of 2005 I would get acquainted with the Hummingbirds that came to the window feeder. They actually dive-bombed each other if they lingered too long. I was close to them I could even tell the difference between the three that repeatedly came to sip the food. I appropriately named them Goose, Ice Man and Maverick. Clever, hunh?

My point being we really enjoyed getting to know the birds at our feeder. When we moved to our new home we were so very excited to "meet" the new birds. Well, we waited...and waited...and waited. Nothing. We occasionally saw some beautiful Cardinals, Blue Jays, Pileated Woodpeckers, Chickadees and even a rooster Pheasant a couple times. I was still lonely for our old friends.

Today I saw what I'd been waiting for (besides the Bluebirds I'm really excited to see return in a couple weeks) our first Goldfinch. I know these guys stick around all winter but we hadn't seen any. This led me to believe we wouldn't have any in our new setting. Today I was proved wrong. The Goldfinch was eating off a bell-shaped feeder of thistle seeds, their favorite. I was so excited and I think they just needed to be "shown" where the feeder happens to be. For the last few weeks we have been bombarded with Dark-eyed Juncos. They are everywhere! It's a bit creepy actually and I try not to think of Mr. Hitchcock's Birds while I see the 30+ birds feeding under the feeders in the woods. I'm thinking the mass activity had lured the Goldfinches in. Yeah!

Note: For all you FCCers know that my husband calls the Dark-eyed Junco's ... "Bill". Get it? I laugh every time. I wonder if they've heard that joke before?

Yes!

This introvert has done yet another amazingly extroverted action. I joined a women's Bible study group at our new church. The hellos and goodbyes at church will not make one a friend. You have to just get in there. I took a deep breath and called the church office to find out the necessary information. I spoke to someone I didn't know....really.

I went happily today and met some really neat people. I'm excited to get to know them even better over the next few weeks.

I'm also excited to do this study on Beth Moore's book. I called the group a Bible study as that's what they usually study. This time around they happen to be looking at this particular book. Should prove interesting and I hope to learn some tools along the way. The key chapter this book is focusing on is Psalm 40. How neat that God would take the time to offer the "ladder" needed to get out of the miry clay.

Baaaaa....

It's official! The Rolli family has sheep. This weekend Matthew's parents drove up for a weekend visit. They brought up the first of many sheep for our new flock.

Opa and Oma Rolli brought up a bottle lamb. This means that this little lamb's mom didn't make it. I'm not sure if she died when the lamb was born or shortly after. In an effort to save an orphaned lamb a shepherd then takes on the the task of "Mama" sheep (Ewe). The lamb needs to be fed numerous times a day by bottle. Slowly weaned off starting at 8 weeks and is trained to eat regular feed. This includes a diet of pellets, corn and hay.

The photo is not a picture of our lamb but looks similar. (still can't find the charger for our camera) The lamb breed that my father-in-law has is called Dorset. It is a white-faced sheep that has good quality wool and meat. Some breeds are mainly strong in one area or another.

Our little lamb was born February 5 and is now down to two bottles a day. He eats at 6am and 4:30pm. He has also been started on a small amount of pellets, corn and hay. He has water available to him as well. Lambs, who aren't fed by their mamas, drink a formula of sorts called lamb replacer. It's a white powder we mix into water to make up his bottle.

Springy, Isaiah's name for the lamb, is a whether. This means he was born a ram (male) lamb and was castrated. This is done because he'll be raised for meat. Somehow the castration aids in the meat. I'm still learning this whole farm thing so not quite sure on everything.

He's a cute little guy and will be fun to take care of. Anna is already thrilled about the new item on her chore list- helping to feed the lamb.

If I ever get our camera up and running again I'll post authentic photos of the lamb.

I nursed my kiddos so this whole mixing-up-of-formula thing is brand new for me. I mixed up the batch we'll use for feedings tomorrow, stuck it in the fridge and the bottle is drying on the counter. So far, so good...

Now That's Something You Just Don't See...

Today being Monday I had to get Anna down and up from her nap a little earlier than I do on a usual day. Monday's and Wednesday's we've been going to swimming lessons at the Aquatic Center in town. I'll be honest, I've not enjoyed the experience as much as the children have. This is not necessarily the point of this post.

While heading into town for the lessons Anna and I passed something rather unusual on the side of the road. Something I can honestly say I have never seen before, ever. I initially thought what I saw was a mail delivery person, it was not.

What I saw was an older blue-gray truck being driven way over on the shoulder of the road. The driver was sitting in the passenger seat while driving, thus the initial mail delivery thought. As I drove up closer to the vehicle I saw a very long metal object coming out of the passenger window - being operated by the driver. This object was a "grabber" or "picker-upper" of sorts. The driver, while driving from the passenger seat, was picking up soda cans from the ditch. Then releasing them into the bed of his truck.

Have I mentioned he was driving?

While approaching the truck I witnessed him do this at least twice. I had to pass him eventually or I'm sure I'd have seen him continue this - activity.

I have no idea if he was a part of the group that "beautifies" that stretch of the road or if he was doing this for supplemental income. I just found this rather amazing. I continued on to town with my mouth still hanging open. Hunh....

Home?

We have been having a hard time feeling "at home" in the new church we had been attending. No specific reason other than it didn't feel like the right spot. I was under the impression we were having that feeling because it was new and we were just adjusting to the change.

This feeling started to affect our church attendance, however, which is not productive on many levels. Matthew and I were talking about this problem last weekend and decided try another church to see what we'd feel like. The church we wanted to try out is connected to the preschool we'd like to enroll Anna into next school year. We thought we'd get a feel for the community and check 'er out.

What a difference. As soon as we walked in we knew this is the place for us. It was amazing. We immediately felt a sense of community. I was able to converse with folks, which for an introvert is near miraculous. Seriously. Matthew actually confessed on the way home he was worried about how I'd take all the friendly people and he kept seeing me talking away with ....gasp.... strangers, I was functioning. Woo hoo.

Isaiah expressed his joy before we even left the parking lot and asked if we could go back again. Earlier that morning he was begging us not to go to church. He never said those things, ever, when we lived in Hudson. He always loved going to church and all the functions we'd attend at church. He started to not want to go when we were attempting to make the "new" church a home. This was so sad for me because I want Isaiah to enjoy going. I don't want my children to think of church as a chore.

We were so thankful to have given it one more shot and attempt another church. So glad we did. When I first started attending Faith Community in Hudson, in 1994, I had the same immediate feeling of "home". I was really bummed when I didn't get that at the first church we tried. I was disappointed in myself too, I thought I was being stubborn or unwilling to accept a church home other than Faith.

Please know, however, that the first new church we tried is not at fault for our feelings. I think God was just letting us know we aren't supposed to plop down there. For some reason, we need to be at a different place. I think we found it. Yippee!

Dentist...

I did it! I went to the dentist today. I made it, no panic attack to speak of. For some reason once I started to do this mom thing I also started a "put-self-on-back-burner" thing as well. Oops!

But no more! I had to pick a new dentist up here in Osceola for Isaiah, Anna too in a few months. I decided I may as well start going to the dentist again myself. I know all the "you can't be a good mom" yadda-yadda if you don't take care of yourself. Dentists are expensive, have you noticed? I figure I'd rather spend the dough on my kiddos. I just wasn't ready to add the extra expense of a child -or two- to the dental budget so, I stopped going. Dumb, this I know.

My best friend is a dental assistant in the Madison area. I called her last Friday and confessed my lack of diligence. I told her to go easy on me. I figured if I could handle Ursula's disappointment I could handle the scolding from the folks at my new dental office. Ursula was so kind and said she sees moms like me all the time. They don't want to take the time, or money, and neglect their dental care. She said it's no big deal and that they wouldn't yell at me at the dental office they'd just take it from where I was and go for it. No yelling, scolding, reprimanding or raised eyebrows. Really? She assured me this was truth.

I went today and it was okay. Nothing too major. A couple few cavities that need fillings but not that bad considering my 1st grader was still wearing diapers and taking two naps a day when I went last time.....

It's all good. I did what I had to do and will try to keep this up. I might even get good at flossing everyday as well, I'm going to try. I figure I owe the dental hygienist and the doctor for not scolding me and making me cry.

Wondering Why Wonderful White

I just have one question.... The entryway in our home has white tile. I say, excellent. This will never look dated, super. The grout in said entryway is also white.... Why, oh why was WHITE grout chosen?

Thank You

Yesterday Isaiah said something he hadn't said since October. I've been waiting and praying for this to happen. I was willing to wait until next fall, I didn't have to. We were practicing for his spelling test and he was thrilled to be having an easy time of it. I sent him to get dressed up for the bus and that's when he said it......

Mama, I like school!

I stopped in mid-stride and looked at him with my mouth gaping open. I said I was so happy to hear that and that I was glad he was enjoying himself. Inside I was jumping up and down and shouting with joy. It's been a tough few months starting a new school with a teacher that, although I'm sure she's fine, doesn't measure up to our beloved Mrs.O. I can see a light at the end of the first grade tunnel and am very glad about my boy's attitude.

Genesis 2:24

You know in Genesis when God says how a man should leave his parents and cleave to his wife. I totally paraphrased that. Pastor Larry always mentions how when you get married you need to leave and cleave. Well folks, the same can be true when you move to a new home, in a new town, in a new county with everything that comes along with that being, key word here, NEW. I'm not comparing this with marriage by any means just saying how you need to leave the old town and cleave to the new, obviously in a lesser degree.

I feel a bit like Sally Fields. Kristi and Kelli like me, they really like me. I too want to come visit at AWANA. I'd love it actually. But you see I need to stay away for now, just a little bit longer. I'm such the introvert that I'd rather stay locked up in my house than go out and actually meet people....gasp.....oh the horror. I have now been living in my little hole pretending to hibernate and the small amount of extrovert in me is now starting to win out.

We've been attending the monthly Pleasant Lake 4H meetings. I've met a couple people and you should have heard me scream with excitement when I noticed one of the dads from 4H in the paper recognized during Crossing Guard Appreciation Week. "HEY, I know him!!" I actually knew someone who was in the Osceola paper. Well that started the downward tumble into extrovert land. Anna and I attended storytime at the Osceola Public Library yesterday and at the end of February the kiddos are registered for swimming lessons at the aquatic center. I'm doing it. I'm actually leaving my house and getting involved in my new community.

I had to stay away from my "crutch", that is my hometown for the last 25+ years, where I couldn't go anywhere and not see a familiar face. If I kept running home I'd never have reason to make Osceola my new home. I think I might be ready to accept the blessing I have that can now be two places in which I know lots of friendly faces. I'm working on it.

I promise to come visit in the spring. Thanks for thinking of me. I miss you all a whole bunch. I will come visit on a Wednesday.

Northwoods Living

During the recent snow accumulations we at the Rolli household have learned a few things about rural, northwoods living.

First off let me say our home is miles from anywhere. Miles. It takes us a good 15minutes, at least, to get to any town. New Richmond. Osceola. Amery. No more three-minute-hop-in-the-car-drive-to-Target-trips for this mama. We now have major put-on-your-Sunday-best-hitch-up-the-wagon day trips to town. Big difference.

Our first realization with rural living is that mailboxes are NOT at the end of your driveway, much less attached to one's own home. I couldn't even find the mailbox for the first few days we lived here. Never thought to ask. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we needed a map to find the mailbox. We do. I did eventually find it. Now, how do I get the mail in the winter without warming up the car for 10minutes to make the drive down and back from the mailbox? Well, Anna and I bundle up real well and she sits in the sled while I pull her to our destination. I also put Anna's backpack on Anna and she carries the mail for me. I figure that's the least she can do as I haul her up and down our un-plowed road. Which leads me to the next tidbit of information we've learned. The road.

We live on a very rural dead-end road. It's so rural it has two dead-ends. When you turn onto our road you drive about half a city block and come to a "T" in the road. You may turn left or right. (both directions leave you still on the same road by the way) Both the right and left turn will take you to a dead-end. When turning left at said "T" you will eventually get to our home after passing a couple year-round homes and a bunch of summer cabins. The county plows our road up to a certain point at which point the paved road turns to gravel and then it's private and I think we jointly own the dirt road along with three other neighbors, don't know for sure and don't care. We personally have a turn-around in the dirt road at the beginning of our driveway that the school bus turns around in. Being that it's a dead end the bus would have no other option to turn around without that turn-around. We did not realize when purchasing the home that the county (when they do plow our road which is apparently two business days after a major snowstorm) only plows up to the end of the paved road. They DO NOT plow the dirt road or the turn-around. OOPS! That means if we want Isaiah to get picked up by the bus at the end of our driveway a major amount of snow needs to get plowed. Have I mentioned the word, OOPS?!? If the paved road and turn-around do not get plowed Isaiah and the two neighbor boys will get picked up and dropped off at the beginning of the road..... TWO MILES away!!!

Thankfully, the neighbor with the other two school-aged boys has a four-wheeler with a plow attachment and has plowed our turn-around for the bus. Because we were unaware of our important duty the bus company called the neighbors complaining about the lack of snow removal. Apparently the bus company did not have our number yet. Hi, we're the Rollis, you know the new neighbors the bus company called your house complaining about? Nice to meet you. Sheesh!

Matthew is at this very moment researching a major snow pushing, blowing, removing type of machine to purchase that will plow out our half of Polk County. The Polk County plow drivers are probably busy plowing the other half of the county that we are NOT responsible for.