Holy cow. I've been working my butt off this week! I would be working now too, except in have such a horrible headache that I can't do anything but be still. I do like to take take a sabbath on Sunday, but somehow I can manage too. I feel like God was reminding me that this is not a recommendation, but a commandment by forcing me to sit still. I have never understood that commandment. Jesus did heal on the sabbath, but does that mean we are now permitted to go a million miles an hour on that day? It seems like it is the most disregarded commandment. I guess that is why I don't really follow it. Isn't that awful, we are not meant to have a peer pressured faith.
Moving on, or back, the house is coming together. We bribed a friend today to help us move our dresser in. We are having him for dinner tomorrow. Speaking of our dresser, I went with Nik to our storage in Bozo yesterday... Holy cow! There is so much junk in there. And in this case I really do mean junk. There is quite a bit of wonderful finds (the dresser of course, my clock that my grandpa G made, a butter dish, mattresses and who knows what else that we haven't uncovered yet), but we will be having a garage sale this summer. I cannot believe we acquired so much in only two years in Bozo. Wow.
So we have a dresser again. I would really like some couches though. A sofa to sit on. I might write a ode to a sofa. So far, we have comfy folding chairs, which are great, don't get me wrong, but it's been over a month of folding chairs, and well, didn't I just tell you I've been working my butt off? This butt would like a sofa.
I still love Big Twig! I love not living in a city! I love having a small community. Might send my son to the next state over to find a wife, just to make sure he's not related to her, but love, love, love this town. I hope that never changes.
Moving on, or back, the house is coming together. We bribed a friend today to help us move our dresser in. We are having him for dinner tomorrow. Speaking of our dresser, I went with Nik to our storage in Bozo yesterday... Holy cow! There is so much junk in there. And in this case I really do mean junk. There is quite a bit of wonderful finds (the dresser of course, my clock that my grandpa G made, a butter dish, mattresses and who knows what else that we haven't uncovered yet), but we will be having a garage sale this summer. I cannot believe we acquired so much in only two years in Bozo. Wow.
So we have a dresser again. I would really like some couches though. A sofa to sit on. I might write a ode to a sofa. So far, we have comfy folding chairs, which are great, don't get me wrong, but it's been over a month of folding chairs, and well, didn't I just tell you I've been working my butt off? This butt would like a sofa.
I still love Big Twig! I love not living in a city! I love having a small community. Might send my son to the next state over to find a wife, just to make sure he's not related to her, but love, love, love this town. I hope that never changes.
