When it rains it pours . . . or, because its winter, it snows!

When it rains it pours… I am a firm believer that if it can go wrong it probably will which all adds up to a pleasantly surprised attitude when things actually go right and a roll-up-the-sleeves-to-fix-it attitude when things go wrong. So, when things started going right here at Grandma’s House it didn’t really make any sense to me… especially considering how I just got a divorce and so December 2017 was one of the hardest months of my life.

I’ve been making $50-$150 a month here from ads on the blog for awhile now so, it pays for itself and then some. Of course I have had bad months too where the blog BARELY pays for itself but that hadn’t stopped me from a certain amount of day dreaming and (dare I say) hope! I would LOVE for the blog to make it possible for me to retire to blogging full time, wood working and furniture refinishing, I want to be able to afford to volunteer at our local food shelf and animal shelter. This was my dream. With the divorce that dream shattered. I was on a one-day-at-a-time, budget-like-your-life-depends-on-it and try-not-to-panic living situation. My family bought me a several month supply of toilet paper for xmas and maybe the fact that that made me cry is a pretty good indicator of just how scared I was.

But sometime in those awful, dark days, something happened to Grandma’s House DIY – something good.

After he finally left and the divorce papers were signed I was just numb and going through the motions, getting through the days. But then I started watching my numbers again, started hustling again and I remember just staring at my computer screen thinking, “That can’t be right.” I am still thinking that but, after seven weeks, I am allowing myself to become tentatively optimistic. Right now my numbers are up by double and my blog’s ad income is through the roof compared to what it was two months ago.

I have a good friend who is kinda “new age” and I mentioned it to her. She looked me dead in the eye and said, “No matter how hard you work you can’t let misery sleep in your bed, park in your garage or have a seat at your table and you certainly can’t feed it! He was some nasty, miserable energy, that stuff eats everything, all your hard work, every good thing you ever did to better your life or yourself. Now that he’s gone things will get better.”

I am becoming inclined to believe her.

Now whenever Luke Combs’ new song comes on (When it rains it pours – about how his luck turned for the better after a breakup) I sing full tilt and think to myself, “Things really are gonna be OK.” And I actually believe it!

“It’s got me thinking that her leaving is the only logical reason / That I got the last spot in the Hooter’s parking lot / And the waitress left her number on my check with a heart / She picked up on the first ring when I gave her a call / And I only spent five bucks at the Moose Club Raffle / Won a used four-wheeler and three free passes / For me and two of my buddies to play a round of golf / And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore / Oh lord, when it rains it pours / When it rains it pours”

And, if I jinxed myself by writing this post, that’s OK too. It feels as though I finally reached the light at the end of one very long tunnel!

I went to the ice races with some good friends of mine. Imagine this: Derby cars racing on a big track in the middle of a frozen lake surrounded by pickups and people grilling hot dogs and burgers. Yes, this is what Minnesotans do in the middle of winter lol! There really is nothing like doing your business in a porta potty and being able to look down through two feet of clear ice beneath your feet to the lake under you! It was a ton of fun and I celebrated finally getting to my right here and right now. So, for those of you who have been worried about me, I found my light at the end of the tunnel and it feels SO great to be alive again! 🙂