Day 8-12...God will move you

...and He'll make sure you don't accidentally go somewhere you're not supposed to either after this week of seeking homes. What a mess! We called on 6 different homes, left messages, and to receive  notta, nothing, no calls back on any of those. We went to look at another; NOPE...I wouldn't suggest a terrorist even live there. Ewww! Had another I really liked and well...after emailing and talking on the phone, I was to get an email with the website for an application to fill out and the lock code to go in for viewing. Nope, notta, nothing returned with any such info on that either. Guess you can say...those weren't the right ones. So we're back to the first one we looked at and applied for...more tomorrow on that. (All of this happened from day 8-11)

So back to Day 8: Zoey, our dog they took (That story is here) and we aren't getting back failed her assessments, so she was put down. Day 8 was devastating to me, so pretty much nothing got done except lots of kleenex, cold washrags, and tears; that's enough about that.

From that moment on it's been like being in the passing lane at full speed as we're trying to find a gas station because we're about out of gas.

Day 9: Productivity started back up for the monkeys in my circus. Pay Day! Direct Deposit Happy Dance, LOL!! We started getting things out of here and into storage. We had to make some decisions before doing anything else to make sure the budget was up for all that needed to happen and that could possibly come up. So, we decided that we would be out of this house by the 1st so we didn't have to pay rent here and not have enough for another if we found one. (OMGolly...where are we going to go; we haven't got a house yet! Just one thought that came across my mind.) Uhh, was that the right thing to do; I don't know...but it is absolutely what we had to do. I mean our current landlords did tell us that if we moved out sooner than the end of July (oh yeah, because we are now getting an official 30 days to move letter on the 1st...ugh) that they would reimburse us that amount. So, for them...this is a good thing right? They're going to get it on the 1st! I've gotta find something good in it. So one week left to pack up and get out! We can do this!! That evening we were blessed with the presence of my youngest daughter and her fiancé. It was nice to have the company that I didn't have to entertain and could do what I needed to do.

Day 10: The daughter so kindly takes the other small sibling to the movies so we can go house hunting which I already mentioned above was a fail! Early evening we took a break from packing, etc to go to the hubby's work event called Family Fun Day at Eberly Farms. It was hot...thank God for pools! The hubby took part in the washer tournament with his partner in crime that also has a lame hand. Two men both hurt their prominent hands this week...they were out first round. :(

They had paintball targets, petting zoo, zip line, hay rides, barrel rides, playground, mini golf, unlimited popcorn, drinks and cotton candy, and most of all an amazing dinner including grilled chicken, pulled pork, potato salad, baked beans, chips, and ice cream. It made for a great evening with the family.

Day 11: All of us but the hubby and boy slept in until almost 10am. I haven't done that in a coon's age. I'm always usually up between 5-6 no matter what time I go to bed. I must have needed it. Woke up to the boys and trailer being gone with some big items missing from the living room. Wow, they loaded all that and I didn't hear a thing. My hubby is stealthy that way...ever so quite when doing anything; but how I didn't hear the kid is beyond me? Coffee was made; He loves me! After my "have to have it quiet time every morning" time...I started in on breakfast. The young adults rousted up at that time and the finance went running over to storage to see if he could help; quickly coming back as they were all done. We ate, chit chatted a bit, and the girl went through her stuff I was sending home (yes, every report card, drawing, paper, health records, pictures, every single thing I had kept for her since birth is out of here!!). Thankfully she brought his truck; she was loaded. :)

Day 12: Sent the kiddo to camp! We took another load to storage, went to get more boxes and mattress covers...and well just more packing, etc. Nothing exciting that I could post about today. I will say I'm questioning the house we'll hear about; only because it takes the kiddo away from getting to go to camp, his friends that he enjoys so much there, the respite I get from there (let's be honest here...I love respite). New schools (well he was going to have to go to a new school anyway but it would include people he already knew, and they were already prepared for him since we had the transition meeting back at the beginning of May). New neighbors, routes, business', routine, time traveling, wait, stop...I've not signed a lease yet! Breathe!

We found out today that our famous and ever so awesome pharmacist Chad was no longer with the company...Big red flag to us that it's time for us to move on. That's why we've been having so many issues with our meds lately. I found this out while on the phone to find out why they had auto filled one of K's meds with a 300 mg instead of the 100 mg like last month. Long boring story with all that so I will not bore you with such details. Two more days until we find out about Ozzy and if we'll be bringing him back home. Four more days until we're out of this house. God has a plan and we're going to continue to trust in Him.

Thank you so much for the ones who call, message, and text checking on us when I'm socially quiet. I appreciate you all so much for caring enough to follow the journey, and I absolutely cannot wait to expose the Glory of God's perfect provisions. Every time He has made a way for us in some very crazy scenarios. We knew for a while we were headed to move; but He apparently wants it to be NOW!

Blessings~
Simply LOLA

Day 5 & 6: God will move you...(Warning: bipolar post)

Can this all really happen in a few hours? Two days fly by as one. Drama that I'm so not, but that seems to have overtaken my home lately; as if it has become our last name. Be gone with ya! The circus is now closed for maintenance and caring for those who live, preform, and manage such!!

Here we are in the evening of the 6th day...and I have literally lost all concept of what happened before the horrific event last night that landed my husband in the ER and our dogs to be taken from our home. While embracing myself with the ability to grieve giant tears of sorrow, I am thankful for the provision that no one was hurt any worse than they were. I thought I would be able to write this morning, but the encompassing darkness overwhelmed me.

We had to say goodbye to our rescue dog, Zoey for good today. She had been through so much already.

By the time she was 6 months old she had her ears removed inhumanely down to the skull, she had been chemically burned on her back, and she was a bait dog for fights. She was an attention hound and obeyed ever so humbly. But last night; she exploded/snapped...she went after her best friend our other rescue dog Ozzy. Her profound pit-bull jaws locked and aggressively wouldn't seize. The fight was on in our living room with blood slung, teeth puncturing, and became profoundly deaf to our voices. I won't go into the horrific details that followed, but we can't have such destruction and incontrollable outrages within the walls of safety we call home.

I'm sick, I've been curled up most of the day in tangled thoughts of anything and everything else that could've been done to keep this precious creature at peace. Recounting every single visual and audible thing that happened makes for a worn out soul. My eyes are dried out from all the emotion that flowed through them today. I can't explain with words the torment within my stomach and the knots within my heart that will forever be because of this event. It was truly dramatic and traumatic enough that it triggered my personal past abuse.

I'm praying they don't put her down and their assessments she'll pass with flying colors so that she may yet again show the love to another without any additional pets or children. I want to say...I'm done with pets! I don't want my heart to ever break like this again. She drove me absolutely crazy with her loud anxiety driven licking...I'm trying to remind myself why it's okay for her to be gone. That doesn't work, when she so obediently and joyfully got into that patrol car with tail wagging with excitement to go for a ride. Ugh! Baby girl, I'm so sorry! My face swells and puckers that ugly cry face so pitiful to think that she was so miserable and angry in the moment to do such a thing. What kind of flashback did she have?

We are all seeing actions such as this daily on the local news, social media feeds, and magazine cover. Humans doing this more and more to ourselves in America for sure. There's all the hate, last minute blow ups that are driving people over the edge and killing another. God help us! I do know that dogs are a creative beast of the wild but ever so loyal with diligence to their owners unless they've been warped by abuse. So it be with us humans...hurt people hurt people. PTSD and depression can see these types of outcomes as well; so my heart goes out tonight to those suffering in the darkness, scared of losing control, and feeling as if they are alone; even though many times there's lots of people around that care ever so much for them. You are loved. 

Now for some good news and a total twist on emotion; this is a bipolar blog post. Happy Anniversary today to the man that never gave up on wanting to be with me as a child. Today we celebrate marriage and a fun one at that. He is my safe place and serenity to dwell in an ever changing fast paced world. Our best laughs in life so far have been at each other. He can make me pee my pants quicker than anyone I know, and after childbirth that isn't so hard anymore. My stomach cramps, my jaws lock and then I snort in laughter. 

Guess what? He grosses me out too with his green gas that explodes a room, hanging on like the morning fog, and damaging the senses like agent orange...which makes my face fire red when done on purpose in my presence. Does he care? Heck no, he laughs uncontrollably himself waiting for my grossed out facial expressions. He lives for them I think. There is no queen treated any better tho than he treats me. I am loved without a shadow of doubt. I'm so sorry he got hurt during the dog fight above, but he was doing what he does best; protecting his family. This man cherishes us and loves us hard. God's provision yet again; we are safe in the hands of His creation; my husband. Now lets get our circus back in order...the monkeys need to get back to doing what they do best; entertain the world with raw love. 

~Simply LOLA