will the fat lady ever sing?

i was reading over some of my older posts.. i like to do that from time to time.

and i was taken back to when we were fixing up my dot's house to try and sell while still not really living in mine (my brother and family were living with us for the first two months we were married, and we had two households' worth of furniture to try and squeeze into one house).

and i wanted desperately for things to calm down, for life to get simpler, so we could actually feel like the newlyweds we didn't get the pleasure of feeling like.

several months later, our house is once again in disarray (my sofa is in my kitchen) as we attempt to lay wood flooring down and paint the walls (one of which is a beeyooteefull orange!!). but in the meantime we are having to walk around things, feel displaced, and we are not feeling like newlyweds.

sigh. will it ever end?

i was hoping we'd have gotten done today. my dot worked all afternoon on cutting and nailing up the baseboards while i mowed and clipped all the bushes.

and we didn't get done. there are still a few baseboards to install, then we've got to putty the nail holes and caulk the edges. then we have to stain the transition pieces and install them. then we can clean the rest of the floors and move our living room back into our living room.

maybe next weekend? (didn't i just hear that this weekend? and last?)

sigh.

praying through my but

ok.. i have to start with a funny story about a friend of mine whose name i am not allowed to divulge or she will be a former friend of mine.

we were talking tonight about things that we're involved in, etc, and i asked her if she wanted to go through a particular Bible study with me when our joshua series is over and she said, "yes!, but..."

"but what?" i asked.

she said, "nothing. no but. i'm praying through my but".

hee hee. then she got all grossed out as the imagery settled in.

so i told her a story about our pastor who wanted to fast in preparation for an event. so he told his family that he was going to eat half of what he normally eats, so like imagine a plate full of food that he would usually eat, he is only going to eat half that amount and he called it a half-fast.

his kids thought that was particularly funny.

and earlier today i was in a discussion group where someone was talking about someone who was real chatty and he said it seems that she just talks to fill up space, but to me it sounded like he said she just talks to phillip space.

ba dum dump.