Step 43: I walk by faith...

Sorry to the two people who read this blog. I'm deep in the mess of cleaning, sorting and packing up our home. We are moving. Lance is being transferred and we are moving to a land far far away~ I struggled with this decision and have had to grab onto Lance's faith and ride it for a little bit.

My family is all here. I was born, raised and thought I'd stay here in this humble valley all my days... but I guess there is a new plan.

Our kiddos toggle between being excited, nervous and defiant. The Tank is fine as long as his animals and his bike can come. Tiny-T is oblivious to most of this and just wonders why most of her toys are now packed away. Fan-C loves the idea of being closer to Stanley cousins that are her age but then does not want to leave her family and friends here. She told me this morning that she was going to have to tell her TEN boyfriends that she will be leaving them. I asked her how she thought they would take the news. She sighed and said, "Mom, some of them may cry." I had to pinch my arm to keep from busting out laughing. She was so serious. I told her she could hold off on having to share the news and breaking all those little guys hearts ~ she has time to tell them after the house sells. She is such a crack up.
Lance has worked with a friend of ours and redone our master bath (replaced the full size shower). He has repaired holes, dings and the Tank's lovely destruction mess on his walls. He has painted throughout, helped me pack and on Saturday will be helping me to have the final staging done! Wow!!!! He is amazing. I do not handle not knowing where we are going to be living and the unknown very well... he has been very calming for me. He is excited and it is beginning to rub off onto me a wee bit. JUST a wee bit.
Selling our house is fine. I'm not really feeling very sad about leaving it. BUT, I am an emotional wreck over having to sell this:

THE STANLEY VACATION MOBILE!

This has been the ONLY source of vacation/get-aways for our family. We have too many people to stay in cheap hotels ~ so we have just packed up our condo-on-wheels and taken it camping all over Oregon. We love this trailer. It has a fridge, microwave, stove, oven, bunk beds, full bathroom, radio, cassette player (old school baby!), HUGE windows (on the opposite side of this picture) and a BIG open common area. I love this thing. Putting up the ad on Craigslist was hard and I've made Lance talk to all the potential buyers. I can't do it. I fear that we will never have the ability to vacation again. (that is the source of my angst) I hope it gets a new amazing owner that will love it like we have.

So, I'm off to walk on this new adventure... I'm walkin' by faith!

Step 42: You so funny...

I was talking to someone about how the housing market keeps

getting lower and due to what we still owe on our home...

I said, "Well, we are stuck in our house."

Tiny-T runs out of the kitchen and says... "No we not, we have doors!"

You so funny Miss T.

Step 41: No, Mr. Stanley I don't wanna play footsies with YOU!

Look at his face... it's like he's saying, "Sorry Honey..."

When Mr. Stanley climbs into bed he thinks it is funny to run his feet over to MY side of the bed invading space and run his 'funky' feet up my legs or touch my feet with his. I don't like his feet. I never have. I have always been VERY vocal with him about this fact. His toe nails grow out of control and before he finally cuts them, he spears me with them and he cut a small nick in my left leg. A cut that had some of the loveliness from his 'funky' toe nails on it and now I'm dealing with killing a mass leg infection. Oh good times. I've been stuck with my leg elevated in the air. The infection has to be higher than my heart... I'm tall, so my leg is basically straight up in the air. I'm on heavy duty antibiotics and they seem to be working... *sigh*... let me just heal ~ from everything, please?!?!

There is a reason we have a king size bed... it is so that we are each in our own 'time zones'. Mr. Stanley needs to keep his feet on HIS side of the bed ~ he does feel bad.

So ends the Stanley's footsies sessions...