Up Coming Review from CSN Stores
It's that time again! Another review from CSN Stores. After moving and getting settled in, I am looking forward to getting back in the blog routine again. One thing that is always the case with a move is that you always seem to need something for the new house. CSN Stores has over 200 online stores the have almost anything you could think of, from toasters to swingsets, you can find it there. Check them out today, and come back soon to see the review.
We're here!
We are here, in our new home in our new town, digging out from under cardboard boxes and getting all settled in! I'll be on more soon, but for now, know I'm here, and please don't give up on new content:) Love all you guys!
Two Fabulous Years- Moves 7 and 8
Well, last time I got us right up through move #6. We had put our house up for sale, listed it for rent, and moved to our fabulous new opportunity. Everything seemed to be working out. We had people looking at the house immediately, and before we ever moved I got a random e-mail one day at work from someone who heard we were moving, needed a bookkeeper, and wanted to interview me! I interviewed and had a job waiting on me when we got moved. God really, really is good. None of it was all it was cracked up to be, but all in all, our years there were FABULOUS. I struggled significantly with my job, due in part to me, and in part to them, but I LOVED and still love the people I worked with. We really were a family and in the end, they more than did me right.
We rented a very small home to begin with, but it was brand new. I liked it very much, but even though he was the one who picked it out, the size was not something my husband could deal with. About six months after we moved, he was approached by an associate who was in a similar position...he was moving and knew the market was bad. His home was much larger and had a huge fenced backyard. He was also on a dead end street. He would rent it to us for exactly what we were currently paying. This is how we made our first move right before Christmas, move number 8 in the line of moves. In the end, it was the most fabulous move ever and it really was a God thing. We had just joined and AWESOME Church and we were moving into a neighborhood litterally filled with young couples from our Church that had children near our son's age. We all came out every night when it was nice and visited and played. It was like a street party ever night! We were a family, our kids loved each other, and those people helped us through some of the most difficult times in our life.
Our next door neighbors had a son one year younger than ours, and one a year older. They were together all the time. That couple announced they were pregnant in January, and we found out in April we were expecting as well... we were about 10 weeks apart, and it was so much fun being pregnant together. We went through hand-me down baby clothes together, discussed names, and how excited we were that we would be raising our baby girls together. I knew we wouldn't be, but I allowed myself to dream anyway. It was fun.
Then we had Ashton, and everything was perfect. Then we got the call and went through all the Cystic Fibrosis testing and diagnosis. Our dear friends from Cherokee Street and church family from WBC were sent to us from God for such a time as that. I know without a doubt that we were sent to that town, that Church, and that street specifically for that time in our lives. Thank you God and I love you, amen!
Then the time came for the sales tax that funded my husband's job to be voted on again. To make a long story short, it was an ugly, personal campaign and the tax failed. Just a few weeks earlier he had been contacted by another town, one much closer to our families, about coming to work for them. He told them he might be interested if the tax failed, but that he could not discuss it until it knew how that turned out. The day after the election, he received a call and he went to interview. They had been watching and knew the outcome of the election. One week exactly after the tax failed, we had a new job offer. Praise Jesus, we were headed home! Our families were beyond excited, a though we were going to miss our Church family and friends dearly, we knew this was a good move.
During this time we were praying as we always had that our next move would be our last, and although we were excited, we knew this was still not the type of stable job we needed to stay put. We knew this was not the last move, but we prayed that it could maybe be the next to last. Also, during this time, it had been over 2 years since we put up our last house for sale, and after two sets of renters, it was empty and still ours... ouch.
And all that is how we came to move #9, where we are currently, for a few more weeks anyway...
We rented a very small home to begin with, but it was brand new. I liked it very much, but even though he was the one who picked it out, the size was not something my husband could deal with. About six months after we moved, he was approached by an associate who was in a similar position...he was moving and knew the market was bad. His home was much larger and had a huge fenced backyard. He was also on a dead end street. He would rent it to us for exactly what we were currently paying. This is how we made our first move right before Christmas, move number 8 in the line of moves. In the end, it was the most fabulous move ever and it really was a God thing. We had just joined and AWESOME Church and we were moving into a neighborhood litterally filled with young couples from our Church that had children near our son's age. We all came out every night when it was nice and visited and played. It was like a street party ever night! We were a family, our kids loved each other, and those people helped us through some of the most difficult times in our life.
Our next door neighbors had a son one year younger than ours, and one a year older. They were together all the time. That couple announced they were pregnant in January, and we found out in April we were expecting as well... we were about 10 weeks apart, and it was so much fun being pregnant together. We went through hand-me down baby clothes together, discussed names, and how excited we were that we would be raising our baby girls together. I knew we wouldn't be, but I allowed myself to dream anyway. It was fun.
Then we had Ashton, and everything was perfect. Then we got the call and went through all the Cystic Fibrosis testing and diagnosis. Our dear friends from Cherokee Street and church family from WBC were sent to us from God for such a time as that. I know without a doubt that we were sent to that town, that Church, and that street specifically for that time in our lives. Thank you God and I love you, amen!
Then the time came for the sales tax that funded my husband's job to be voted on again. To make a long story short, it was an ugly, personal campaign and the tax failed. Just a few weeks earlier he had been contacted by another town, one much closer to our families, about coming to work for them. He told them he might be interested if the tax failed, but that he could not discuss it until it knew how that turned out. The day after the election, he received a call and he went to interview. They had been watching and knew the outcome of the election. One week exactly after the tax failed, we had a new job offer. Praise Jesus, we were headed home! Our families were beyond excited, a though we were going to miss our Church family and friends dearly, we knew this was a good move.
During this time we were praying as we always had that our next move would be our last, and although we were excited, we knew this was still not the type of stable job we needed to stay put. We knew this was not the last move, but we prayed that it could maybe be the next to last. Also, during this time, it had been over 2 years since we put up our last house for sale, and after two sets of renters, it was empty and still ours... ouch.
And all that is how we came to move #9, where we are currently, for a few more weeks anyway...
A new CSN Review and More to Come
I'm sure you have heard about CSN Stores by now, and honestly, I am just as excited about them now as I was when I first discovered them! With over two hundred stores, they offer everything from toys to bathroom shelving. How is THAT for diversity! Free shipping is offered on a TON of items, and almost everything is listed a some of the lowest prices around.
I recently ordered this 6 piece bath towel set in mocha. The towels are not all that fluffy, but they are plenty absorbent, a very pretty color, and did not fade in the wash or leave fuzz on the rest of the laundry. I am very happy with them.
There will be more to come on CSN Stores, so stay tuned!
I recently ordered this 6 piece bath towel set in mocha. The towels are not all that fluffy, but they are plenty absorbent, a very pretty color, and did not fade in the wash or leave fuzz on the rest of the laundry. I am very happy with them.
There will be more to come on CSN Stores, so stay tuned!
Articles on Yahoo Contributors Network
For anyone who may be interested, I've been trying my hand at freelance writing, and have had a few artcles published on what was formerly Associated Contentent. My plan it to write articles that are helpful in helping working mothers be more efficient and organized, but they should be useful to people from all walks of life. I have a food article published as well, and I may be doing more of those... check them out if you are interested here, here, and here. Please feel free to pass along to anyone you think may be interested. Happy Thanksgiving!
The Origins Continued... moves 4, 5, and 6
Okay, so I think I got us throught he third move, right? Well, decided it was time to begin a family, and we got pregnant almost the minute I stopped taking the pills. My husband graduated, got a job in our college town, and I was offered an outstanding opportunity that offered full paid maternity leave! Here comes move number 4. It took around 3 months to sell our house, and we were able to commute until then. I finished my pregnacy in a comfortable rental house, and all was good. Then, in the spring, when our son was an infant, the house was not so good. The warm weather brought out numerous critters, including ants and wasps, and the pest control people told us there was nothing they could do! I could not have my new, precious baby there. We bought a house across town and there was move number 5. When our son was 8 months old I was offered a management opportunity in a neighboring town, the town we lived in prior to this one, where we owned our first house. Go figure! So, I accepted and began a daily commute. It was all good at first, but numerous circumstances, some that I could control and some I could not, made this my most stressful job EVER. In the meantime, my husband also took a new position, and commuted daily back to the state capital. We made the decision NOT to move our family as we felt we needed to settle and were tired of moving, even though both of our jobs were now more than 50 miles from where we lived.
The, my husband received a phone call. A town in Northeast Arkansas was looking for an economic develper, and they wanted to interview him. His was highly recommended. He turned them down. It was too far to commute, and we did not want to move again, despite the growing negative situation at my job. However, a while later they called again. We felt lead to at least see what they had to say, so he interviewed. We had our "list" of what an offer would have to be before we would consider moving again. How much pay, relocation assistance (our previous moves had done some financial damage), and more. They came through with everything we had on our list and much, much more. After careful prayer and consideration, we decided to go. The only issue was our house. We immediately put it up for sale and offered it for rent. It was a town that two colleges after all... it had to at least stay rented, right? That was how move number 6 came about...
The, my husband received a phone call. A town in Northeast Arkansas was looking for an economic develper, and they wanted to interview him. His was highly recommended. He turned them down. It was too far to commute, and we did not want to move again, despite the growing negative situation at my job. However, a while later they called again. We felt lead to at least see what they had to say, so he interviewed. We had our "list" of what an offer would have to be before we would consider moving again. How much pay, relocation assistance (our previous moves had done some financial damage), and more. They came through with everything we had on our list and much, much more. After careful prayer and consideration, we decided to go. The only issue was our house. We immediately put it up for sale and offered it for rent. It was a town that two colleges after all... it had to at least stay rented, right? That was how move number 6 came about...
The Origins of the Prayer
This is the beginning of a few posts about how the decision to make this move came about. I need to you feel a fraction of what my husband and I have felt over the past years for you understand what a huge decision this has been. I also need whoever decides they want to read this to understand how this opportunity was an answer to a huge prayer, and what the origins of this prayer were. This decision is one that has saddened and hurt some of our family members, maybe beyond repair, and we are very sorry for that. It is one that will change the course of our children's lives, but we believe ultimately for the better.
First, let me restate that my family and I are moving to Knoxville, TN. This is at least 9 hours away from everything we have ever known. My husband and I grew up in the same, small South Arkansas town. When I say small, I mean no McDonalds, no Walmart, and no Dollar General until after I moved. There is a liquor store for every Church, and at least 100 of each, lol! I was 15 when we had our first "date," in which he picked me up at the ball field where my parents were watching my brother play little league. He met my parents, they discussed how they knew his parents, and we were off to my house, 8 miles outside of the this small town in the middle of the woods,literally, to watch a movie. He was 17. It was not love at first sight. He told his parents that night he would not be doing that again. I talked too much. He was right, I do:)
He did do that again, however, and we married four years later, in May after my freshman year of college. He was going to start his senior year after the summer. Those four years were dramatic to say the least. With teenagers, especially girls, there is always drama, right? A year in high school together, two years with him in college and me in high school, and then a semester of us both being at college before we got engaged. We struggle with the long distance issue, with the "are we too young to really be in love issue," and many more. However, if there is one thing I know in this life other than God sent His son Jesus to die on the cross to save our sins, and that because of that I am going to heaven, it is that God created my husband and I for each other. I have known that for a very, very long time. He created the circumstances of our lives to draw us together, and I am eternally thankful for that.
The point of these posts it to record what God has done in our lives to this point. Sometimes it may seem common, but almost all of it is supernatural, and I want the world to know. I'll start with my 109 followers. Stay tuned...
First, let me restate that my family and I are moving to Knoxville, TN. This is at least 9 hours away from everything we have ever known. My husband and I grew up in the same, small South Arkansas town. When I say small, I mean no McDonalds, no Walmart, and no Dollar General until after I moved. There is a liquor store for every Church, and at least 100 of each, lol! I was 15 when we had our first "date," in which he picked me up at the ball field where my parents were watching my brother play little league. He met my parents, they discussed how they knew his parents, and we were off to my house, 8 miles outside of the this small town in the middle of the woods,literally, to watch a movie. He was 17. It was not love at first sight. He told his parents that night he would not be doing that again. I talked too much. He was right, I do:)
He did do that again, however, and we married four years later, in May after my freshman year of college. He was going to start his senior year after the summer. Those four years were dramatic to say the least. With teenagers, especially girls, there is always drama, right? A year in high school together, two years with him in college and me in high school, and then a semester of us both being at college before we got engaged. We struggle with the long distance issue, with the "are we too young to really be in love issue," and many more. However, if there is one thing I know in this life other than God sent His son Jesus to die on the cross to save our sins, and that because of that I am going to heaven, it is that God created my husband and I for each other. I have known that for a very, very long time. He created the circumstances of our lives to draw us together, and I am eternally thankful for that.
The point of these posts it to record what God has done in our lives to this point. Sometimes it may seem common, but almost all of it is supernatural, and I want the world to know. I'll start with my 109 followers. Stay tuned...
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