Chainsaws, Chicks and Change

So... it seems I've forgotten how to blog, or more specifically to blog. As the saying goes, life happens when you're making other plans, and mine took a little turn many months back... Tom chose to pursue his dreams elsewhere and has moved on. Of course, I wish him the best. Updates to the website coming soon. Now, on with the pleasures of life at Havenhill.

One of the best things about living in the country is embracing your inner tom boy - she really knows how to have a good time. Sure, my friends in the city have chic purses, a plethora of places to dine, and really cute shoes; but I've got Carhardts (Anne, they're pants not shoes), Romeos (these are shoes), a beat up farm truck and a chainsaw. Knowing how to run a chainsaw, fix my truck and split fire wood are my favorite "I can do anything" things. I like getting cleaned up and looking cute for a night out as much as the next girl, but knowing I'm a (cute) chick with a chainsaw... better than a new pair of shoes!

"To enjoy one's life, one must touch most of it lightly" - Voltaire (thanks Nancy!)