His 10%

So I'm pretty excited for Sunday because I'll finally be able to give back His 10%. Of course, He deserves far more than that, for lettin' me hold Baby Paige and Baby Ella, and for the french toast my dad made us this morning- made with love... for Thanksgiving and family and giggles and Bailey... He deserves 110% but He only asked for 10...

Two more days, technically... :)

I'm diggin' on this 30's music pretty hard core lately... it's weird. Sort of reminds me of myself, circa 2003. Kinda love it really... the stuff makes me happy.

But I wanted to talk about money.

I have some of it and I'm making more and even though I'll need some of it eventually to cover the amount I won't be making for a little while, I'm positive I'll have more than I'm used to come later-time. The thing is, is that I'm annoying the piss out myself trying to figure out what I'm gonna do with it- the surplus I mean.

A bit of a piece of me wants dearly to finally buy that wicked awesome hammock I've fancied for quite a while now, but another piece of me thinks I should save it up for something of a slightly larger mass... like a truck... or some property... or a cottage of sorts. And yet another part of me thinks I should lump the whole of it into that wretched baggage I've happend apon called debt.

I don't know.

I suppose I'll sit on it for a while yet... n' wait for God to lead me some way or another. All of them there i.d.'ers have everything to do with me and nothing at all to do with anyone else... and maybe I'm right to want to blow my money on me... but maybe I'm wrong as well... S'pose we'll just have to wait n' see...

Speakin' of 30's music... I'm really craving corn-bread lately... gotsta get myself some corn-bread!