Off the unemployment list again

BJ received an official job offer last night from the Farmington Church of Christ in Farmington, Kentucky, and I am happy to say that we accepted the offer. We will be moving at the end of July, so we have a lot to do in a very short time. I'd appreciate all the prayers you can spare as we enter ministry. We're both intimidated and excited at the prospect.

I'd love to write more, but we are heading out in 15 minutes for a week in Branson with BJ's family. I'll write in a week when I get back!

Gus's new haircut

If you will remember, Gus's previous haircut (which was the first he had ever had in his life) went disastrously. Basically, in resulted in a week of starvation, moping, and living in a state of fear every time BJ (aka the Barber) walked into the room. Thankfully, the little guy seems to have taken it better this time. He is eating, playing, and although he still has a healthy amount of fear towards BJ (as all dogs do), he isn't hiding under beds or running from the room.

I've recently started playing with the video feature on my camera. It turns out I'm extremely talented at making stupid, pointless short documentaries. So here is the night after the haircut. You can see for yourself what a happy dog I have.



I'm going to be one of those mothers who irritates people by constantly talking about how cute her kid is when it does weird stuff like spit up or poop. I should probably consider investing in a life-time supply of birth control.

We're back.

We arrived back from the hole yesterday. It was a great week in Menard. We played games with family, ate good food, and me and Mom redecorated my room. So I was busy constantly, but it was all in fun.

My room was still looking a lot like the habitat of a teenager prior to last week. But after a fresh coat of paint, new bedding, a little rearranging, and (perhaps most importantly) carrying out to trash bags full of junk, it is looking pretty good.

Thankfully, it wasn't all just hard work. We also ate lots of food...

played games...


opened presents...


watched movies...


played entirely too much XBox...


and slept...


All in all, it was a good week.

Life in a hole

I am about to leave any moment now for Menard. I love going to Menard because it is entirely peaceful and cut off from the chaos of city life. The only problem is that going to Menard means I'm entering the zone of no internet, and therefore, no blogging. You see, my parents live in a hole. Literally, Menard is a valley. Somehow, living in a hole has had the effect of cutting them off from the modern world. When BJ and I tell people about our childhoods (we both grew up in isolated areas) we get quaint little comments, like "That's so colonial." So I guess I'm going off to a "colonial" existence for a week. I'll catch y'all later.

The road to my crazy life

Today I visited my Site Meter, a resource that keeps track of how many visits this blog receives, where people are located who visit the blog, how long they stayed, what pages they viewed, etc. Pretty much the only thing it does not tell is the name of the visitor. I like to check up on these things occasionally out of curiosity: how many hits am I getting? Do people find my blog interesting enough to stay for a while? and so on. But my favorite tidbit of info is how people found my blog. Site Meter shows the exact source that lead the visitor onto my blog. Most of the time, people find my blog because they were reading one of my friends' blog, and a lot of people come directly to my blog because they are regular visitors. But occasionally, people find my blog by random searches done on Google or Yahoo. I started looking at the search words that lead unsuspecting web surfers into my domain, and I found that is was telling as to the randomness of the content of this blog. Here is a sampling of search terms that direct people to my blog:

• over consumption of water in dogs
• boy and dog praying
• I got peed on
• at our house we have a dog named gus
• we pretty much make our living on crazy

Just knowing that the words "I got peed on" lead people to my virtual front door makes me happy. And also a little disturbed. I think I do indeed make my living on crazy.