Roll With Me

Hello again! Is it me your looking for?  Thanks Lionel.  I finally found a free twenty minutes to write.  I have been a little busy lately!  I have been packing and moving back to my home state of West Virginia! No more Kentucky! Pschew!  I apologize in advance to any KY lovers out there, we did not have a good adventure in the Bluegrass, or excuse me, whatever the heck else y'all call it now state!

  So I am very stoked to be moving home.  Closer to my Dad, my in-laws, and grandparents-in-law.  They are the best babysitters in the world.  I am excited to be back in WV, close to all of my friends, and all of our extended family as well.  I swear I am coming to town soon Beckley peeps!

 This is the third time I have completely packed and moved my family since September of 2011.  We are averaging a move every 8-9 months.  I am tired.  I was released to walk again on my healed  broken leg on November 29, 2012.  December 3, 2012, we received life changing news, and started looking for a house to rent back in our home state.  That is easier said than done!  Thank God for the people he has put in mine and hubbie the dearests lives! We have lots of angels looking out for us! His grandparents found a house for us to check out.  When he took us to see the house, I fell in love.  It was big enough for our ginormous furniture, and was adorable!  The two storage buildings sealed the deal, and we were sold!  So house hunting was relatively easy!

Then came Christmas and job hunting. Not specifically in that order.  So hubbie the dearest found a new job in two weeks, and soon after he started staying in WV with his mother, to go to work without a one and a half hour drive each way!  So we had an awesome Christmas! Unspoken Christmas blessings were free flowing , and the angels in our lives, I will say again simply amaze me!

So during the past seven weeks, my family has been apart a bit.  That sucked!  But it is over now!  We have been living out of our clothes stored in trash bags and clothes baskets between my MIL's and Daddy's houses.  We even stayed a couple of nights in 'our old Kentucky home'. I know I am a cheese ball!  I am more of a schedule and habit freak than I would have ever thought!  We have had no schedule and order to our lives since the beginning of December.  I am very happy to be in our new home, and about halfway settled.  I am super glad to have my family back!

So while hubbie the dearest tackled the new job where he works twelve hours at a time, and has two weekdays off, I have been commuting to KY to pack and move us.  I couldn't do it alone.  I have had amazing help from Miss Michelle, MIL, FIL, GMIL, GFIL, Sissy the eldest , Unca D, and Sissy the Eldest's boyfriend, Mr. T(who the entire family is in love with by the way!)  We are so very blessed!

As I said before, I am tired.  I am writing to you, while waiting for dear old dad to pick me up for another trip to the bluegrass sta...or what the crap ever state it is now, oh yeah, unbridled state, or some crap like that! Aaahhh...got to love change!  And that is what this post is about actually, change.

Change is the nature of the beast.   Change is the only constant thing, well ever.  It is all about how you adapt to whatever happens to you.  Was I excited to be moving again in under a year? Heck no!  Was I excited to be coming home? YES! Did my child enjoy getting closer to her grandmother? Absolutely! Was I excited to be staying in someone else's house, and hardly ever having "just us" family time? No. Am I glad hubbie the dearest had lots of bonding time with his mother? Yes, because I know firsthand, that he will cherish this time down the road. Was it necessary? Yes.  Did I enjoy being the house guest that never leaves? No! Am I excited to be making the seventh, hour and a half trip in eleven or twelve days to Ky? Absolutely not.  Do I want to get moved? Yes!  So I am dragging my exhausted body and aching knee, yet again to our old house to finish up getting the little stuff, that we did not get with the big rented truck the day before yesterday!  Am I worried that anyone in Ky will see this post and know we are no longer living there, but some of our stuff is still there? No, because we did not make one single friend in Ky, not one.  People were not friendly like in WV.  In our little experience, they were self serving, backstabbing, mean people.  I know I am generalizing.  I apologize, I am venting!  Okay, gotta run.   I will finish when I return!

 So another trip to KY is in the books.  It's not over yet, but this moving adventure is quickly nearing a close.  Thank goodness!  Change is good.  It keeps us all on our toes.  You learn how to roll with the punches.   You learn that it is not about what happens to you, but how you roll with what happens.  It is how you handle what life throws at you.  I always try to keep the glass half full.  I am the yin to my husbands yang, he is the glass half empty kinda guy.  I am that annoyingly perky, chipper, eternally happy, positive gal that most people would like to smack.  Some people take my pesky perkiness for a sign of lacking intelligence.  I assure you, I am not lacking in either intelligence or patience.  I have a rather annoying supply of both.  Just because I choose to take the path of a lady bred with good manners, does not mean I am stupid.  It means I am smart enough to not comment on and offer up my opinion,  just for the sake of putting it out there.  I am a very opinionated chic, however, I do not choose to openly argue, with the intent of swaying others to my way of thinking.  I do not need others to affirm my intelligence, or my opinions or values.  In my expert opinion, a lady always knows when to keep her mouth shut. 

 That being said, it's all how you roll with circumstances.  Life is totally awesome one day, and then throws a big old crap and snow snowball at you the next.  I can honestly say there is way more positive in my life than negative.  When I start to think how right in the middle of this moving ordeal, my phone screen dies, and the phone becomes unusable, or how my car almost blows both tie rods and bearings, as well as needs new tires, and all seems so very negative, like okay karma what else are you going to throw at me, we already paid double rent on two houses, and deposit, then security deposits on all the new utilities, ACK!  We are not made out of money!  So of course when it rains it pours.  I am tired of the downpour! And moving.  Did I mention I hate moving? I have gotten very good at it though....see there comes the positive peeking out!

That's when all of our many angels stepped in and rescued us!  Angels above must have been watching out for us, because my car should have blown the tires and tie rods a long time ago, which would have caused the car to flip over and over. Thank goodness my lil punkin doo and I were not in the car!  And then you have the angels that are in your life everyday.  The friends and family that pay it forward to you when bad stuff happens.  The kind that save your a$#, just when everything looks so bleak you want to cry.  They are the kind that make sure you have a working phone, and just pick up the auto tab without blinking, even though they did not need to foot the bills.   And then they tell you not to worry about it, just to pay it forward!

 SO to close, I did not edit or proofread this post, so bear with me!  My family and I are definitely blessed with the most awesome family and friends in the entire world!  So when I think of all the negative, I make myself think of all the positive, and it's impossible to be down.  With all my many angels and blessings, how can I be anything but positive and thankful for them?  Life is a roller coaster of bad and good, and it's all how you spin it.  So spin it positively and roll with me!

Shakin' the Foundations

It feels like I have not written in forever, with the holidays and all, but I hope everyone had a very merry Christmas with family, friends, and loved ones.  My family had a very good Christmas.
   We have also had a very long and hard three and a half weeks.  One of those situations, you know the ones, that threaten to shake your foundations.  We have come through the worst of it on the other side, but are still working through the middle.  The good news is that we will be moving back to our home state of West Virginia. Yay!  Now to find a house, in West Virginia, while we still live in Kentucky!  We have done nothing but travel back and forth for the last two weeks! I am pooped! And we haven't even started packing!  Here's to hoping our landlord will be understanding about us breaking our lease!
   My husband and I were talking, and just when you get over a life changing event, something else comes along and blindsides you.  Whether it is fate, karma, or God testing you, there will always be trials and tribulations.  That is what makes it life.  It is not what happens to you, but how you deal with what happens. With grace and hope is how we roll.  Oh and me constantly blowing sunshine and positivity!
  Seriously though, after mom dying right before thanksgiving last year, my almost bleeding to death a few weeks later, my surgery last January, recoup time, our moving to Kentucky away from everything and everybody we knew and loved for the next step on the corporate ladder, a year of firsts without mom, breaking my leg in August, convalescing and recuperating , marking the first anniversary of her death, and then being released to walk after a three and a half month broken knee/leg ordeal, I felt like I could breath a sigh of relief. Then the bombshell dropped four days after I was released to walk. Aahh life, why must you test me so?  Just when life gets back to normal, why must you jerk the rug out from under me again?
  Am I the only one who feels like I am constantly being tested?  Like the good in my life must be equaled out with bad?  I am a glass half full kind of girl.  I am the one who finds the positive and the silver lining in everything, and makes the best of sour apples.
  So in the midst of what has already been a crazy almost four weeks, and a crazy packing and moving probable next four crazy weeks, I wanted to do something fun with my 4yo.  So we go to have lunch and she plays at the indoor play park.  We then go to the store and return home.  And what to my wondering eyes appear?  My 4yo and eight bags of groceries round my feet , crowded near. 
  Okay, okay, wait just a second.  That is entirely too cheerful for what just happened.  Chuckin' the cheerfulness out the door, or in the door if I could!  We have one of those pesky insert, push while your jiggling side to side, front doorknob locks, that you simultaneously have to pull and up and down twist and baby.  Wiggle, wiggle, push, twist and up, and down and wiggle and jam some more.  It is seriously bordering on the pornographic what you have to go through to get into my house.  So tonight the babying took on a new meaning.  Begging and pleading entered the picture.  As I juggle my 4yo, the groceries , and my purse, the key breaks off in the lock as I am babying it.   Guess it's seen a lot of use huh?  Anxiety rushes down my spine.  I try to remain calm and not spout the plethora of colorful curse words that enter my head, as I try to figure out what to do next.  I try to insert the rest of the key, and push, and shove, and turn, etc.  All to no avail.  Well, actually, the broken piece did go in a little farther.  So now I am determined I can shove it in the rest of the way, and get my child out of the freezing cold and inside our warm, toasty house.  Idea number one was a fail.  I put the 4yo back in the warm car, while I march back to the front door, determined I will beat this door.  My husband has tried to show me how to jimmy a lock several times.  I was not a proficient pupil.  Next time I will pay attention. I call my dear old hub, who is at work out of town, and tell him what has happened.  He walks me through how to jimmy our current door.  I tell him I will try, and let him know if we get in or not.  No such luck.  I am a weakling.  Where are my pro fitness and bodybuilding brother and sister in law when you need them? Oh, hah, that's right , in WV, where we should be! ARGH!  Never mind the fact that we don't have a spare key.  My husband used to work right down the road, and I have been a stay at home mom.  Not anymore can I just swing down the road and grab his key.  So a little foresight would have been helpful in this thirty degree situation.  Okay, what to do now?  I peer across the street at the only friendly neighbors we have.  Both their cars are home.  Maybe just maybe they will help poor little old stranded me.  I am desperately trying to remember if we gave them anything yummy back in June, when the power was out for a week, and when we left to hole up in a hotel, we gave them the remaining contents of our fridge.   So I call the mom across the street.  I tell her it's me and I have an emergency, and ask if I can borrow her husband.  I then explain the situation, realizing that the first sentence out of my mouth sounded a little suspect, and if she has just seen what I have been doing to our front door, she probably wouldn't lend him to me!  She said sure, she would send him right over.  She is a doll!
   So Mr. next door neighbor comes over, and I explain the situation, including a descriptive narrative on what I do to our doorknob every day to get it open.  The funny part was, he brought some foamy white greasy stuff to help.  Bahahahaha!  So I tell him how my husband described how to jimmy the lock.  So he tries it.  As he is trying it, he tells me he has never done this before.  Great!  I just turned Mr. next door neighbor into a dirty felon!  But it works, the door popped right open!  Choruses of Hallelujah fill the air...wait, that was only in my head. I profusely thank Mr. next door neighbor for saving the day. Then we proceed to chat for a little bit.  Then I get the 4yo out of the car and into the warm house.  She gives Mr. next door neighbor a hug, a thanks, and a branch from a tree in our yard! Hah! Four year olds!  Sooooo...we are safely in the house ,the groceries are in the fridge,  the end of my front door key is still safely in the lock, and I owe my neighbors some  chocolate chip cookies!  See?  Negativity gone, and positivity back as the warmth seeps into my bones, and I put on my favorite pajamas.  Plus when I logged into Blogger to write this lovely post for you, I got an eleventh follower! Yay me!  Simple things make me happy! Welcome and happy and hilarious reading!