Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Home Sweet Home

This will be long so bear with me...Over a year ago Marcus and I started looking at houses. We LOVED our current home but we needed a little more room inside and out.
When we bought our home we "gutted" the backyard. We installed a fountain, tons of river rock and stone, added a pond, a ditch to help with drainage and built an outdoor kitchen.

A couple of months later we found out we would be welcoming a baby the next year. Our backyard was/is beautiful but it's NOT kid friendly. Walker has fallen so many times on the stone, the fountain, ditch and landscaping make it impossible for him to play in the backyard. He can only ride his toys in a circle and I'm terrified he is going to fall into the pond. The inside of our house is wonderful and I know that people live in much smaller homes than what we live in however we only have three bedrooms. If my parents lived ten minutes from here three bedrooms wouldn't be an issue but they live almost two hours away. When they come to visit us they have no where to sleep. My brother has stayed with us a couple of times but he has to sleep on an air mattress. He is almost 6 feet tall and weighs WELL over 200 pounds. It's not comfortable. I want my parents and brother to be able to come and spend the night and feel at home. With the toys, my elliptical and a closet full of hunting gear setting up a bed in the third bedroom isn't an option.
These plus many more reasons made us want an extra bedroom, a bigger kid friendly yard but we didn't want to be in the poor house. Marcus and I promised each other when we got married that we would NEVER be house poor. I want to enjoy my home and not be be scared every single month when the mortgage comes due. Don't get me wrong there have been months when that has happened but God has provided and never once has our house note gone unpaid. Still I don't want it to be a constant issue. I also want to continue to stay home with my kid(s). I never thought I would enjoy it but I do. I LOVE spending time with Walker. I know it's not for everyone and there are days when it isn't for me but the majority of time I can't imagine being somewhere else. I want to do this with any children we have in the future.
So we made a list of things we wanted in a new home:
-4 bedrooms or more(this would allow us to expand our family and allow my parents to stay overnight)
-a workshop in the back
-something we can afford even on the months when work is slow
-something that needed a little fixing up.
We considered building. After all Marcus owns a construction company and works with some of the BEST builders in the state but we knew if we lived to see our grandchildren our next home probably wouldn't be our last. We wanted to hold off on building until we were positive about the kind of home we wanted. So after some consideration we decided to do something similar to what my brother in law David a fixer upper, do all the work ourselves, live in it for a few years and then sell it. This would allow us to put a LARGE down payment on our "dream home". Marcus is very talented and because he is able to do so much himself, get materials at cost and has several other friends in the business who have offered their time to us we knew that buying a fixer upper would allow us to get more for our money.
We looked at probably fifty houses. Everything was either was out of our price range, had a terrible yard, was in the middle of nowhere or was in such bad shape that the resale on it wouldn't be worth fixing it up. We had pretty much accepted the fact that we wouldn't be able to find anything and had started trying to figure out other options such as converting the back porch to a playroom and renting a storage building for Marcus' tools.
About four weeks ago we went over to Marcus' parents house and his dad showed us a few things on MLS, he is our realtor after all :). We didn't see anything and ate dinner. After dinner we checked MLS one more time and there it was!!!! Our "dream home"! I tried not to get too excited. It had more bedrooms than we planned on, a HUGE yard perfect for Walker and a workshop. On top of all that it was a foreclosure, it was in our price range and it was in the same neighborhood as my in laws. It was nine o'clock at night and freezing cold but luckily our realtor can't tell me no and was happy to drive us over. We got out with flashlights and looked over the outside but there was no way to see the interior. Marcus, Walker and I headed home. Marcus and I didn't sleep a wink that night. We decided that we would start praying about this and praying about it daily. We had prayed in the past but not consistently. While we were so excited we could hardly stand it we knew a lot of things had to happen in order for us to one day call this house home. Our current house had to sell first and foremost, we had to make sure the house wasn't in horrible shape or beyond repair(that has happened so many times!) and we had to get approved for a mortgage. The next day my father in law got the code to get in. My in laws looked at it before we got there so when I walked in their back door I said,"Is it worth my time?". So many times it hasn't been. My father in law smiled from ear to ear and nodded. My mother in law came around the corner and said,"It's great! It's PERFECT!". Boy was she right. We walked through it and it had everything we wanted. We went in a bedroom upstairs and Walker, without even knowing that we were considering living in this house, Walker says,"This is my room. Where are my toys?". Cosmetically the house was awful. The tile was terrible, the paint was terrible, the light fixtures were the pits and the carpet looked like people had dumped a load of dirt on it. The wood floors were scratched beyond repair and there were other issues but they were all things that we could fix and fix at cost. Every repair Marcus could do himself. We left on cloud nine.
I went to Wal Mart a couple of days later and bought a for sale by owner sign for our yard. We stuck in the yard on a Thursday night with a few flyers and waited....Not a single phone call. I posted it on facebook and had two people interested but nothing definite. We prayed. I prayed a lot! Monday came and went and we prepared ourselves that it may take a while for the house to sell and by that time our "dream house" would be gone. Still we prayed. Tuesday morning I took Walker to MDO and headed to the grocery store. While I was there Marcus called and said someone wanted to look at it in THIRTY MINUTES!!!!! Luckily I had cleaned it because my father in law was going to try and show it that afternoon but I wasn't clean. No makeup, hair greasy and in a pony tail and my clothes looked like I slept in them. I raced home and then it hit me...I knew whoever I sold my house to would effect so many people. I love the people on my street. Some of them are my closest friends. I didn't want to be the person who sold their house to a drug dealer and upset all the neighbors, especially when these neighbors were my friends. When I saw the car pull up I prayed that who ever was driving it would be a decent person. A very attractive older lady and a man stepped out. She came in introduced herself and looked around. She said,"I love it! It's perfect!" my heart jumped for joy then her friend said,"You have said that about EVERY house you've seen!" my heart sank. She said she was going to look at another one but would call us back. I knew how that worked because I have said it twenty times at homes we have looked at and never once called back. I locked the door and set out to finish my grocery shopping. Even if she wanted it she would have to sell her home I assumed and by then the other house would be gone. I called Marcus told him she liked it but not to expect anything and went on about my business. I felt at peace about whatever happened. Forty five minutes later Marcus called! Now I know my husband and when he is excited about something he CAN NOT HIDE IT! It's almost like you can hear him smiling through the phone. So he said,"Babe, she wants it! She is offering us full price and she has CASH!!!!". I almost fainted. I knew God had done this at that very moment. Even if the house we wanted wasn't going to be ours God wanted us out of this one. Phone calls were made and we found out that her house was already sold, she was closing in two weeks and she wanted to be in ours ASAP. Still I tried not to get too excited. I prayed some more and only told some of my closest friends. We started making plans to move out.
We put an offer in on our dream home and waited. The realtor called back and said there was another offer already but they would consider our offer. We rushed to get the paper work in and then we waited and waited and waited. In the meantime the lady called back and said she wanted to purchase some of our furniture. The realtor gave me the list....EVERY single item she asked for were items that we had NO room for in the new house. It was like it was one more sign from God saying here you go, it's gonna work, just be patient.
Finally the other realtor called and said they had accepted our offer but needed to make some changes. We were thrilled but knew that it wasn't for sure. Three weeks we waited to find out if we would get the house. I know some people wait longer than that but when your moving out of your current home and don't know if your going to have another home to go to it makes for a VERY LONG three weeks.
Today we got the call we had been waiting on! They had signed the contract and we had a closing date. I cried tears of joy! I know it's just a house and home is anywhere you make it...that's not where the tears came from. I was crying because God made all of this so clear. We prayed, He answered and He made it evident. I have been so humbled by how He has worked in all of this. After I posted it on Facebook I received a message from a friend and I hope she doesn't mind me sharing this...She said she and her husband had looked at our "dream home" several times but never felt at peace about buying it. She said now she knew why...Because the house was meant for us and she was so happy for us. She can't imagine how that touched my heart.
I firmly believe that when you have a relationship with Jesus Christ and you turn everything over to him he will handle it but giving it completely to Him is easier said than done. I am very controlling and impatient. Sometimes I feel like God doesn't work fast enough for me. In the past I would have prayed, "God please give us this house!". This time I prayed "God I am handing this over to you. If it is your will that we have this home so be it if not I know it's because you have other things in store for us and I will accept that. Just show me what you want me to do for the best interest of my family and what glorifies you". I didn't want to buy this house because we wanted it. I wanted to buy this house if God wanted it for us. Proverbs 10:22 says "The blessing of the Lord makes one rich, and He adds no sorrow with it". Stormie Omartian writes in Power of a Praying Wife that "God's desire is to bless those who have obedient, grateful, and giving hearts, whose treasure is in the Lord". I believe that. I don't want my treasure to be this home we have been blessed with...I want this home to be an example of the treasure I have in Jesus Christ. I am a sinner and I am so far from the person God wants me to be as a wife, mother, friend and follower of him but I know that without Him I will never be the person He desires me to be. Marcus and I have made some changes in our lives and they are changes that we believe will bring us a closer relationship with Christ. I believe when God works in your life you should tell others about it. I'm not saying that if you start praying for a million dollars God is going to give it to you. Only He knows if you can handle the responsibility that comes with that. I do believe that if you pray and turn it over to Him completely He will comfort you throughout the process and give you a peace that passes all understanding.
I rely on prayer so much. I don't have the prayer life with God I want yet but I am working on that. I know that prayer brings you closer to him and allows you to have intimacy with Him you wouldn't have without it. Our ladies Bible study group is reading A Praying Life right now and I'm so excited about it!
We don't close until second week of March and a million things could happen between now then. A tornado could come through and knock the house off it's foundation or everything could go off without a hitch. No matter what I know it is God's plan. After all, this is just our temporary home it can never compare with our eternal home!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

I will never talk smack about Auburn again

I spent most of Monday night watching the National Championship. I was hoping Oregon would pull it off because I am an Ole Miss fan. You can't be an Ole Miss fan and pull for Auburn. Blame Tommy Tuberville. After sending some of my in-laws a few text messages that read "It's true money can buy you anything including a BCS national championship", yada, yada, yada...I crawled into bed. I needed sleep desperately. Walker had the stomach virus Saturday night and had finally stopped puking around 3 am Sunday morning. I felt sure by Monday night I wasn't going to catch it and inhaled five double stuff oreos and a glass of milk before saying my prayers and drifting off into la la land. I was wrong. I can only assume that my in laws have voodoo dolls and they wanted me to pay for my remarks about Auburn because at 3 am I woke up on the brink of death. Oh my word...I was so sick. I managed to find a bottle of phenergan and began popping them like pretzel m&m's. I puked my guts up until seven last night. It was so bad Marcus came home from work to watch Walker because he knew I couldn't handle it. I am finally seeing the light of day and it's as if Walker wants to punish me for missing one day of "work". He is begging me to take him to my parents house, telling me he doesn't like me get my drift. I can barely focus enough to type this much less drive him to my parents house two hours from here. I am so close to going all Joan Crawford on him...Please oh please let today end soon....

Monday, January 3, 2011

O Christmas Tree

Christmas 2010 was the best so far! We were so busy but I enjoyed every minute of it. We had NINE family functions to go to the week of Christmas. I won't hit them all because honestly it would exhaust me to relive the whole thing. Christmas Eve was tons of fun at Mimi and Papaw's. The boys(Walker, Jake and Baker) filled the room with squeals of laughter and pretend gunfire. Hey it ain't Christmas in Mississippi unless three boys are running around saying things like, "I saw a buck coming down that ridge and I shot him in his guts" or "I see bad guys, lets shoot 'em and skin 'em". Thanks Micheal Waddell and Real Tree! My child wouldn't know what guts were if it weren't for you and the quality entertainment you provide.

After we got home from Mimi and Papaw's there was the daunting task of getting Walker to sleep. I don't know who slipped the methamphetamine in Walker's juice but he was like a cat on crack. I'm talking climbing the walls! Finally he drifted off into dreamland and Santa made his stop. It was all gravy until one of Santa's elves hacked off a string on the batman cave because as he put it,"I thought it was part of the box!". Well it wasn't and tears filled my eyes as I mouthed,"Great! You have ruined Christmas!!!!!". After I retreated to the bathroom and pulled myself together I realized I was suffering from exhaustion and buyer's remorse because it seriously looked an eighteen wheeler hauling a load to Toys R Us crashed into our living room. We managed to rig the batman cave and all was right with the world. After everything was set up I attempted to go to sleep. My attempt was in vain. I NEVER closed my eyes Christmas Eve. I was WAY too excited. You see there had been a swing set in my backyard for five days and I had managed to keep it hidden from W. I laid there imagining what his reaction would be when he saw it. I COULD not wait for him wake up Christmas morning. So finally at 5 am I crawled out of bed and showered, started breakfast and waited on my parents and brother to arrive(they get up at 5 and drive down here every Christmas morning to see what Santa brought W). We got the cameras set up and W finally walked out of his room. It was so much fun. He kept saying, "What is this?" and "Did Hanna Claus get this for me?".

It meant so much to me that my parents and brother were here. After he saw everything Santa left inside we went outside to surprise him with the swing set. It was PERFECT! I have watched the video at least a hundred times. He ran up it and said "It's so pretty!". Unfortunately it forty three degrees below zero so he didn't get to play long.

After we ate breakfast and got everything picked up we all went to my Mawmaw and Pawpaw's. By this time I was a zombie and was calling everyone by the wrong name. I had started to drool and my eyes kept rolling back in my head so I don't remember much. We then went back home for a nap and to prepare dinner. Mimi and Papaw came over to see what all Santa brought. After we finished dinner I went into the laundry room to get something and discovered that Santa forgot to put a present out. This present has been taking up every inch of free space I had in my laundry room(which isn't much) and for the last two weeks I all I could say when I walked in there was, "I can't wait for Santa to come so he can get this STUPID present outta here!!!". Well Santa is an idiot! Thank goodness Santa was able to drop it off at our front door before heading back to the North Pole. After that we got much needed sleep and woke up the next morning bright and early so we could go to Nonnie and Poppy's. They gave Walker a four wheeler and even more toys!

Walker finally finished up his Christmas there. For Christmas is a huge reminder of just how blessed we are. Not because we have tons of gifts laying everywhere but because we have a family that loves one another unconditionally and most importantly we have a Heavenly Father who loves us more than any family member ever could. HE loves us despite the fact that we are flawed and fail each day. HE is always there and HE is the reason for the season. It's taken me over a week to recover! I can't believe we do this all over again in less than twelve months!

Friday, December 17, 2010

Dear Santa

I am counting down the days until Christmas!!! This year is going to be so much fun with Walker. He literally squeals with excitement when we talk about Santa Claus coming. He makes me read "The Night Before Christmas" and requests that I tell him the "Jesus Story" every night. This is the first year he has been able to tell us exactly what he wants for Christmas. This is his list in his words:
-A Mickey Mouse Fishing Pole from Bass Shop
-Batman Stuff
-Woody and Jessie
-A Big Ole Swing Set
I hope Santa brings him everything on his list.
Now Santa all I want is for my baby to stop growing up so fast.

Thursday, December 9, 2010


It's full of fun exciting things like first steps, first words, sweet slobbery kisses and lots of "I lub do mommy!".
For instance I took Walker to Clinton's Christmas parade Saturday night with our friends and he had a blast! It was his first parade and the marching bands were his favorite! We had a great time until I tried to leave early. Unfortunately for me we were at the end of the parade so when I set out to the parking lot so did the other twelve hundred people who had already seen everything. I won't go there though. I have worked very hard erasing the forty five minutes I spent sitting still in traffic so that I will take him again next year.

Clapping with the band

Avery and Walker

Chaney and Walker

It's also full of not so fun things like, dirty diapers that require squirting your kiddo down with a water hose(yes I have done this. There is no shame in my game), discipline and sick babies. Yesterday I got the experience the not so fun part. Tuesday afternoon we were all three in Marc's truck and Walker asked his daddy if he could have a bullet. Yeah Marc has been known to let Walker play with ammunition cause as he says "It's not dangerous unless he knocks it up against something really hard and in just the right spot....then it might blow up in his hand". Yeah that makes me feel much better. Here son have an entire case of bullets and let's throw in a rifle cause it's only dangerous if you load it and pull the trigger. MEN!!! Any who Walker was begging for a bullet so I tried to satisfy him by giving him a penny. We do this a lot, We give him spare change to put in his piggy bank and then he deposits it in his savings account. We also do this because he is a Rushing and if you know his daddy you know he loves making money and he loves spending money even more...I haven't ever been known to turn down a dollar so he gets it honest. So I give him the penny and oh the excitement! About sixty seconds later I hear Walker make a gagging sound. I look back and the penny is MIA. This is what follows
Me-"Walker give me the penny!"
Walker-"Mommy I can't!"
Walker-"Cause it's in my throat!"
GRRRREEEAAATTT! I was an xray tech before I took my position as Walker's slave so I have seen tons of kids come in because they swallowed something. The mother's are frantic, the kid is screaming. You strip them down, force them to lay on a cold hard table, five people try to hold the kicking screaming kid down, you get the xray and the doctor says "Just go on home. It will pass through in 24 to 48 hours". So you have scarred the kid for life and have to pay out the whazoo because medical insurance is so stinking expensive you have had to raise you deductible to an ob seen amount and it's almost pointless to have insurance...but that's another post for another time. So to spare Walker the pain of another ER visit I asked my friends on facebook what I should do.....because I'm that kind of mom....I also googled it if that makes you feel better...and I was told to just wait it out. So Wednesday morning W wakes up and acts fine until Marc pulls out of the driveway. It is then and only then that he begins to double over in pain, vomit and go limp. I appreciate his confidence in me that I can handle an emergency situation by myself but I really wish he would do this while his daddy is still here so I can at least brush my teeth before we head out to see the doctor. So I call Dr. Myers and her nurse tells me to go straight to the Radiological Group and they will xray him. This is where the fun begins. I load W up and head out. I look in the back seat and he is falling asleep so I say his name and NOTHING!!! I then start screaming his name, he barely opens his eyes then goes right back out. Now I am alone on the interstate, flashers on and I get behind EVERY geriatric patient in Mississippi all on their way to have their annual colonoscopy. While I'm not positive this was the case, they were all over 70, in no hurry to get wherever they were going and they all turned into the Baptist Colonnades so I that's the only conclusion I can come up with. So I call my mom who is 2 hours away. Let me remind you that W is her ONLY grandchild and she literally turns into butter when he enters the room. So I am crying into the phone that I can't keep him awake and she tells me to roll down the window. This works and we make it to the Radiological Group. My mother on the other hand hangs up the phone, begins to go into cardiac arrest because, oh my word her precious angel is sick and she is miles and miles away. They do the xray and the penny is already on it's way out. So I tell Dr. Myers how lethargic W is and she tells us to come in. She knows how hyper he is. It's rumored that she has already moved up her retirement date because she knows she will make a pretty penny off all the visits W will require in the future to treat his ADD. I think she may have even bought some stock in Ritalin or maybe Adderall...We head to her office and as we pull in W says, "Me not need to see Dr, Myers. I feel better!" with his eyes half open and in an almost comatose state. Thank goodness I married a wonderful blue collar hard working fellow who thinks W and I hung the moon because Marc dropped everything and met us there. I'm pretty sure the panic in my voice was a sure sign that if I had to handle anything else alone I could possibly spend the rest of my life at Whitfield wearing a straight jacket. After checking him out and running a few test which all came back negative she said she thought it was just a virus with bad timing. So off to Kroger I went to stock up on chicken noodle soup, crackers and some over priced plastic dinosaurs because there is healing power in a new toy. Mimi and Papaw came over for dinner and we all rode around and looked at Christmas lights. Walker slept with us last night because my mother threatened to call DHS if I didn't let him. You know because with the regular monitor, video monitor and whopping fifteen feet that separate us I may not hear him cry. Finally at eleven we all three crawl in the bed for apparently what Marc and Walker had decided would be the "Snore Off of 2010". As if being kicked in the back while hanging onto the the side of the bed weren't enough I proceeded to lay their and listen to what I thought were foghorns sounding off for the next six hours.
After looking back through my parade pictures I discovered the one below...I can't help but wonder if he caught whatever he has from this toothbrush. Yeah it's one of those that they threw from a float. While it was wrapped in thin plastic it may have not been the best idea to let him gnaw on it. Maybe my mom should call DHS.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Not A Lot of Words

Just a picture!

That I took, which makes it extra special to me! I know at that very moment that he was laughing at his daddy and me. I hope he always finds us funny!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Mini Photo Shoot

I just finished my second photography class and wanted to try out my new skills ;) so Sunday after church we raced home, changed and headed to the entrance of our neighborhood to snap pics for our Christmas card. It was fun to try out everything I have learned. I still have so much to figure out especially in the editing department. Maybe one of you can direct my husband to this blog(he doesn't even know the name of it and only reads a post if I make him) and he will see that for Christmas I have a couple of things on my wish list...
This lens or if he reallys loves me and wants to show me I would gladly accept this lens. Oh be still my heart! I certianly wouldn't turn down either one...of course then that would blow my previous post about things we don't need right out the window wouldn't it? Oh a girl can dream right? Anyway back to the pictures I snapped. I set up the tripod and was able to get a few of all three of us in addition to some pretty cute ones of Walker. I have learned one thing in the last few months and that's take as many pictures as you can then go back later and delete the ones you don't want. In a thirty minute time span I probably took over 100 pictures and twelve of them were decent. Walker was a good sport and smiled a few times. Here are some of my favorites. I won't share my most favorite one yet because it is on our Christmas card.

Walker is two going on fourteen. Yesterday we were playing outside when I accidentally knocked one his tractors off his table. He looked at me and said,"that was not cool mom!". He has also started using the word "awesome" to describe everything.