Project Pretty Feet

Alright....so this is a bit of a personal post. If you really want to get to know me, then continue reading. I will warn you that this post contains gross pictures and details of my feet. Weird...I know right?
I am using this to help keep me accountable. I debated on whether I should post pictures, because I am super embarrassed by it. But please feel free to tell me how gross and ugly my feet look...I actually welcome it because it will hopefully encourage me to stop this.
It's summertime coming up and my feet are going to be exposed all the time. So this is the perfect time to do this.
As some of you might know about a year and a half ago, I gave up a life long habit of biting my nails. I ended up chipping my front tooth and that was the wake up call to stop. I would literally gnaw them till they were raw, red, and bleeding sometimes. Yea it was really bad!

Well, now I think that nervous twitch has carried over to my feet. Don't worry...I don't bite my toe nails or anything. LOL. That is just gross!
"my hands need to be doing something"
It usually occurs when I am watching t.v....my hands need to be doing something. So I have found myself picking and picking at my feet. Sometimes I don't even realize it. I literally have like no toenails, and the skin on the bottom of my feet are raw.

Yea...that is pretty gross...huh?
"I felt embarrassed and ashamed"
Today Rodney caught a glimpse of the bottom of my feet and yelled at me. Yea..I felt embarrassed and ashamed. So I came up with this plan. Here it is:

From now until October I will be pampering my feet.
I will stop picking at them with my fingers.
If my toenails need to be clipped I will clip them with moderation using clippers.
I will use a pumice stone after every shower.
I will keep them moisturized.
My toenails will be polished.

And because every accomplished goal deserves a reward...this will be my reward.
I have since I was a teenager wanted a tattoo on my foot. I don't know what has kept me from getting one. It's not about the cost or pain. Because I already have another tattoo. It just dawned on me recently that I am hesitating getting one, because I am embarrassed of and do not like my feet.

So come October, I will finally be getting my tattoo! I am super excited about it!!

And then we moved.....AGAIN!

I realized I never shared the rest of the story. Most of you by now know the outcome and the answer to our home situation. 

Back in January we were confronted with the opportunity to move off campus. We ended up finding a sitter for the kids, and Rodney and I drove to Walnut Cove to meet with the homeowner of the house that was for rent. We turned onto the road and could see mountains as far as the eyes can see...oh we were in love already!

As we started driving down the road we realized that it was a dead end road, that dead ended right into the landlords 100 acre farm. Wow, could this be any more than perfect. I was trying not to get my hopes up, but I was super excited! We walked into the house, and it was hardwood floors through out, nicely painted walls, very spacious kitchen, with brand new appliances. There was even a laundry room! There was one bedroom that had brand new carpet...perfect bedroom for the kids!

After viewing the house, we went for a walk to the farm, where the landlord basically interviewed us. Upon leaving he agreed to our rental offer. Are you serious! He accepted $200 less a month than his original asking price. God was in this, there was not a shadow of doubt about it.

We continued to pray and seek guidance on whether this was a right fit for our family. We met with our financial advisor to crunch numbers to make sure it would work. After we mulled everything over what seemed like a bazillion times...we arrived at our decision. We were MOVING!

We called our landlord up, and told him that we accept. We threw the kids in the rover, and took them to see the house for the first time. They were thrilled and super excited.

Then started the grooling process of packing again! No fun! But it is such a blessing to move to a house that is bigger, than into one that is smaller. I have been on both sides of the spectrum and know what it is like to move into a bigger house, and a smaller house. 

In the next few days we were packed up and ready to move. Although we had nothing to fill this house with. We enjoyed buying new living room furniture, kid's new beds, an actual BED for us, dining room table...etc.

And the greatest perk of all came 2 days after Valentine's Day.....a brand new puppy! 

Our Home was Complete!!