Working 9-5...

Or 6-4. Or 11-8. Or 2-10:30. Regardless of the time:

What a way to make a living. 

I banked this last pay check, 78 hours to be precise. Out of that, a third of it is already gone and I just got paid yesterday. One of these joys of getting grown, right? Today I am paying for internet and car and insurance, waiting on water and electric, Sunday is Tithe and then October 1st starts rent. The song "Bills, Bills, Bills," has been running through my head all day.

As I've mentioned before I am so thankful to have this job. God provides. And not just financially. God provides peace, He provides understanding. He provides kind people to work with and understanding on their parts when it comes to me and my craziness. He knows my heart and provides accordingly. He is good, and great, and worthy to be praised.

In other, non-financial, news I am on my church's volleyball team. You heard me right (despite that record screech that went through your mind.) I am the substitute for the substitute for my sister but that was my choice. Firstly, I have never played volleyball before so it would have been silly for me to start games, right? Secondly, my work schedule is so up in the air from week to week that it was impossible to just promise to be at each and every game. All of that being said, we scrimmaged this past Monday and had a blast. I thoroughly enjoyed it. 

Athleticism, who knew?

Also, I have purchased a desk and a chair. The desk I am tackling tomorrow. Well, not tackling because that would hurt and leave me bruised I'm sure. But I have already pieced the chair together so the desk is up next. And it looks like I may be investing in a 15 dollar bookshelf from Wal-Mart because that seems like less of a headache than trying to get all the pieces to my old one to go back together now that most of the hardware is missing.

Spoiler Alert!

Once everything is finally pieced together I will be updating this blog with "before" and "after" pictures.

Who's excited?

A mouse, a few chickens, and a tree.

Sounds like the beginning to a bad joke, doesn't it?

Well good news, everyone: I have internet at my new house. Currently I am typing in the floor, in front of my bed. My tower is beside my endtable that my monitor, lamp and alarm clock are all sharing. I need a desk. And a computer chair. And a bookshelf, while I'm at it. Can someone say shopping time?

And good news it's shopping time, because I have a job. That's right. 4 days after the big move I started working again. God has blessed me with this opportunity and placed me in a company that as a whole truly cares about their employees. Through a simple email from my old boss to my new boss, God provided me with a job where I'm already getting 40 hours a week. The new chicken hut is way different from what I'm used to, but in time I'll learn all the differences and all will be good.

Back to the idea of shopping. It's almost humorous to me how timid-to-spend I am. I spent the last year saving up a good chunk of change so I could relax and not stress over money as much after the move, and now I'm afraid to spend any of it. Maybe it's because I'm not sure what to expect as far as bills go yet, or maybe it's because surprises have already tried to get the best of my sister and I.

For example:

I moved in 11 days ago, my sister 14. Wednesday, the day I started work at CFA, my sister made her way into my bathroom (the master bathroom, located in the middle of the house.) TMI Warning: I suppose she noticed that the water in the toilet had risen to the top, but I assure you it was water- much like that that is in your toilet. So she went to fix it, trying to plunge it like any good sister would do, and the water began to drain... And came back up into my shower. So she turned and began to try to plunge the shower drain, and the water began to drain... Only to rise up in my bathtub. So she attempted to utilize Liquid Plumber, which didn't work. The next 36 hours we spent trying to use the water which was still running fine and using a bucket to bail it out of my shower and bathtub. So we resorted to calling a plumber.

$165 later, (the bill that our "landlords") so graciously took care of, he had found the root of the problem. Pun intended. This tree in our yard was literally growing into our main septic line. Joy. But all is well and fixed now. Lessons in life, right?

Another small, furry example:

We may have to look into a exterminator. The lady who was renting the house before us left our parents a note, mentioning that the center cabinet/island in the kitchen occasionally had a mouse that made its way into it. Just a field mouse, or two. So I had the pleasure to meet our furry little friend one night when I was looking for my spare keys. Our furry friend launched itself out of the drawer I opened, onto my hand and then scurried off into the laundry room.

Maybe we should get a cat.

Either way, this whole thing is an adventure so far. <3