ShooFlyPieAndGrits

You may remember my previous post. Well, our newest twist happened today. We had been sailing along smoothly (so much so that I haven't had time to update), until yesterday. Our personal belongings were packed neatly into those sturdy brown boxes by the moving company on Monday. On Tuesday, the same company came and stacked the boxes and the rest of our furniture, which was lovingly (I like to think) wrapped with those nice, freshly cleaned thick fabric "sweaters" as my dear son called them. You know, so our furniture didn't get cold in that 200 degree fahrenheit truck. They even dumped the 2" of water out of my newly defrosted freezer and dried it out, and filled it with my cleaning supplies so I could bring them with me. Things were moving along...

"The Old House" as I began referring to it, was freshly cleaned, the refrigerator was scrubbed for it's new owner, and Carl and I had a beer and sat on the fireplace reminiscing about our life as owners of 5411. We remembered bringing Katie home, all sound asleep and waking her for feedings. We remembered bringing Topher home, screaming, and feeding him round the clock sitting on the futon praying that he would please sleep for an hour so I could get a nap at 3am. We could almost hear the "phantom cry" of that colicky child the walls of "The Old House" as we sat there all alone. We cried, and we decided that we were ready to move on.

On Tuesday night we said goodbye to our friends. We hugged, and kissed, got presents, ate good food, and cried some more. We were loved on, and loved back. I didn't want to leave. We knew that the Lord had placed everything in order, and we knew that we had to move along.

By Wednesday, things were getting easier. I spent the entire day with my mom. It was a tough day. I spent a lot of time with my mom, but mostly here and there, and she spent more time with the kids. It was great spending all day with her, just talking and even running errands was fun. We went to Carl's old office and I got the stitches out of my arm. It wasn't even fun stuff, but it was good being with her.

Thursday we had to leave town. I was so cried out that I was like, "Let's get out of here already!" We started checking our account to see if our relo-company had wired our funds for closing first thing in the morning. We had a few hours to pack the car, so we kept checking in. By the time we left, it wasn't in there. We checked again as soon as we got to Charlotte. Still nada (that's Spanish for nothing). We still had until today, but odd that it wasn't in there.

This morning, it wasn't there so Carl started making calls. Turns out that they accidentally mis-keyed the wrong account number. Good thing we called, but even after who knows how many calls, to make a LONG story short, the money hit our account around 6:05, FIVE minutes after the bank closed and we were unable to get our cashiers check for closing.

So, we are here in Charlotte on a family vacation. No painting this weekend, no hanging mirrors or bathroom fixtures, shower curtain rods, laying shelf liner paper... We don't know what the Lord's will is, but we know that this happened for a reason. My mom is on her way so we're going to show her around, and let her play in the pool with the kids while we run to Lowes and buy paint and stuff. And we're trying to keep a good attitude.

Please continue to keep us in your prayers. I'll post pictures as we get into the house and start painting and such. This is going to be such an adventure!!!

I'm posting in random order. I've been a bit harried as of late, and while life kept happening, blogging didn't. On May somethingth, Topher graduated from Preschool. His wonderful teachers Miss Shannon and Miss Louann loved on him every day when I wasn't with him, and he loved on them back. He learned so much, and made some awesome friends. Topher is now reading, and has almost perfect penmanship and as always his favorite subject is art...and recess!

Here are some pictures to remember the day:

Sorry I haven't been around much. I have been shopping. We bought a new house, you see. It's beautiful. And bare. Not only do I get to buy some much needed new furniture once we get there, but the person who originally contracted to build the house must have been Amish or something (no offense to the Amish...I grew up around them and have a great respect for them) because he had NO mirrors put in the house. He also had no appliances with the exception of the black dishwasher put in, no bathroom hardware, and of course, no blinds.

Off to look for a new washer and dryer, refrigerator, stove, micro-hood, blinds, bathroom hardware, and mirrors. What are y'all doing today?

No time to link to the other Wordless Wednesday posts....you can see why...

SOLD...

You know how some places they have those huge human games of Chess (or as my sweet Topher says, "Chest")? Well, I feel like I'm involved in some ironic human game of horseshoes. Let me explain.

Last weekend we visited Fort Mill, and fell in love with a house, which totally violated Dave Ramsey's rule of never falling in love with real estate. We ALMOST got the house, but the bank never faxed the letter, so we lost the house. Here at home, we ALMOST got an offer on our current home, but the contractor who was supposed to do the work never showed up, so we lost that offer. Finally, our dear realtor Michelle found us someone else to get the work done, and due to 2 days of storms, the work is ALMOST done, and we've been having showings while the work is going on. They've now stopped mid-stream because of the holiday weekend.

ALMOST only counts in horseshoes, and in real estate....

Stumbled upon this story on another site I frequent. Can you imagine the sacrifice of this MOTHER OF A PRESCHOOLER to nurture and nourish eight babies, as well as her own, selflessly in the midst of this tragedy? Isn't our God amazing to give our bodies the ability to care for not only our babies, but others this way?

I took the Myers-Briggs personality test many years ago. It basically told me what my personality type was. The person who administered it said that over years some people change. I haven't! I'm the same me I was 20 years ago.....

Today is Karen's birthday. I'd link to her blog, but as my faithful readers know, Karen doesn't have a blog. It's not that Karen doesn't have a lot to say...spend 5 minutes with Karen, and you'll know that Karen has a LOT to say! I became friends with Karen last year, after I started begging her to come to MOPS the year before. She dissed me, but she had a real reason. I decided that I was going to make her realize what a wonderful place MOPS was by organizing meals and rides to physical therapy when she was in an unfortunate accident. IT WORKED! SHE CAME! And I'm so glad because Karen ROCKS. She is one of the kindest people I know with the sweetest heart. I love you, Karen. Even when you're being obstinate. ha haaaa I hope you have the most wonderful birthday and "week of Karen", and I'm going to miss you bunches.