New Something in Size 10

Two more days until i am unemployed, unless i get the governors reprieve. It sounds a little depressing and scary, and I'm scared to death. Never the less i am looking at it like shoe shopping. Sometimes you get a great deal. Sometimes you get something just right for you, a perfect fit. But sometimes you just need to cover your feet. With my outside work i don't have to find the "perfect fit" in two days, but that would be great if it worked out. We keep praying and so do my parents and grandma and her prayer chain. What happens, happens.

Rough neighborhood thank goodness its my neighbors van.

What now?

There always seems to be a "what now?". My wife is hospitalized, what now? My brother hurt his knee, what now? We are not getting the house, what now? I'm sick, what now? My mother in law is sick and throwing up, what now? We are getting the house, what now? All five kids have fevers during a seven day period, what now? My sister in law is in an accident, what now? My sister in law has to have surgery, what now? And the kicker for me I'm losing my job on Fri, what now? Happy birthday to me, thirty seven years of what now.


Todays funny picture: i call it "girls bike"

What the hell i'm i doing?

I don't know why i started this. I don't have deep interesting thoughts. I can be as shallow as spit on the sidewalk. i will try to continue, to carry on, to go forth, to carry my burden, to try to be interesting. I'm stuck.

No Words

What do you say to a friend who just lost his wife. She was younger than me I'm pretty sure. Thank you Jesus for my family and our heath(as shaky as it sometimes is). I don't know if I can get used to typing out my thoughts, my wife says I'm to lazy.

No patience to blog

I have told my self i could never be a writer because I don't like writing or typing or thinking about writing or typing. I guess I just wanted to prove my self wrong.