Random Stuff

 First let me say that I hate the process of moving.  I started trying to be organized with the packing, but as time is going on, I have finally gotten to the point of "just throw the crap in a box and I'll deal with it later"😆  I'm hoping to be moved right before we go to Ozark on the 22nd or right after we get back.  Having things in two places is not fun.

Speaking of the new house...anyone that knows me, knows that I don't have second thoughts or really sweat decisions until they have already been made....then I question said decision to death knowing that it's too late to do anything about it....as I have done with this house purchase.  But a God wink has set my mind at ease and it's the craziest thought process to date for me (I think)...lol.   The house number was eating away at me because it seemed so familiar - 2056-  It took me a couple of weeks to FINALLY  realize why it was so familiar...don't laugh now...It was a phone number from my childhood and still stands to this day.....774-2056 .... is the number for the Dairy King in Ozark which I know I have dialed hundreds of times for call in orders ... God wink set my mind at ease and yes I'm sure God has a sense of humor.

When we moved my parents into a nursing home and started going thru their belongings, I found SO many things that Mother had meticulously packed away and saved for a special occasion.  She had dressy purses and shoes, pearls, dishes, clothes and anything else she deemed too good to use everyday.  Long story short....she hardly used or enjoyed any of the things she had.  Such a wasted...I am trying to break that practice.  This practice was so ingrained in me from all of the women in my family that I also have things that are put away for a special occasion...As I'm packing this house, I carefully packed my grandmother's china - which I don't believe has ever been used and 2 matching sets of gold flatware that I bought because they caught Jim's eye and he fell in love with it.  I plan on using all of this for at least 1 meal every week.  Several years ago, Jim bought me a beautiful pearl necklace.  I have been saving it for a "special occasion"  I had a special occasion last week...God granted me another day on this earth...I wore the pearls...I'm not "saving" anything else...it's time to enjoy all the wonderful things this life and God has afforded me.  I hope to pass this attitude toward possessions to my children...sometimes the "special occasion" comes too late.  ENJOY YOUR LIFE!!!  Everyday is a special occasion.