Tumbledown and May

So, I sit here on my very soft and supple...yes, supple Natuzzi chair (thanks mom and dad!) listening to Tumbledown and thinking, "maybe I could blog something!" The answer is no, I cant. Nothing worth reading at least. We are trying to get our stuff together so we can move, this new start we feel like is from the Lord, and yet, its...a fight, non-stop. Not between us, just with everything. We arent finding any work in GP (apparently a land where jobs are plentiful), we cant AFFORD to move, and we cant afford to get up there to look for work. Boo. I seem to be getting less and less awesome at posting interesting blogs these days. I used to have lots to say, now its all poop. Literally. Baby poop. You know, like that mostly liquid, orangey-brown stuff that smells like death...that poop. Well, thats all Ive got. It comforts me to know that no one reads this anymore anyway, so this is just personal catharsis. Yipee!

The End of an Era

On Friday I officially ended my time with Starbucks. Its sad and happy. No more discounts, free coffee, and theres a lotta people you get to know pretty well after three years, but on the other hand, new opportunity, new town, new house, new....newness. So, dont ask me for beans,I dont have any to spare!! Haha! These need to be longer, and possibly more interesting. Boo me. Oh well.

Listen to this:
Jon Foreman Eps (Fall, Spring, Summer, Winter)
A Day to Remember-Homesick
Manchester Orchestra-Mean Everything to Nothing

A Donkey that Talks?!!

So, Im sitting here with Mel at one of our favorite coffee shops. We're busy planning/dreaming of our new adventure together. Off to Sexsmith!! I know what youre thinking, "are you nuts?!" and the answer is yes. Haha. Work a plenty and nice places to live have inspired us to move to a place that will give us a better future together, and for whomever joins our brood. (No Mel isnt preggo!) So anyway, we're looking for work and getting a little pumped. If you live there, or near there, lets hang!!! Okay, peace in the middle east.

Terry