I’ve never done a give-a-way, but why let that stop me?

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I want something from my friend Abby, so you might get something too 🙂

The first five (5) people to respond to this post will get something made by me.

1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make. You get what you get.

2. What I create will be just for you – if you have a blog I can mine for ideas, it might be based on what I think you’ll like – or it may be random.

3. It’ll be done this year (2009).

4. I will not give you any clue what it’s going to be. It will be something made in the real world and not something digital. It may be weird or beautiful. It may be baked goods.

5. I reserve the right to do something strange, if inspired to do so.

6. In return, all you need to do is post this text into a note of your own – or a blog post – and make something for the first 5 people to respond to your note.

7. Send me your mailing address if you don’t live close to me!

IMPORTANT: You DO have to pay it forward. If you want to participate, leave a comment with a link where I can find your post. Email with your address and I’ll get around to it sometime in 2009. Paying it forward from Abby’s blog and my participation therein.

PS: as a follow up to my last post. I’m not being punished, I’m being tested, perhaps even prepared. Things are starting to fall together. Just patience and hard work and everything will be fine.

PSS: My head looks huge compared to Michelle’s.

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It can’t be a sign

So, as you’re probably aware, we are trying to sell our condo, and hopefully purchase a house.

One minor complication, we are broker than a 50 cent hooker right now. I need to sell my Jetta, for two reasons. One, I would rather have a nice house, than a nice car. Two, we need to eliminate a car payment.

The Jetta is not moving, and it worries me.

Not only that, but someone ran into my front bumper, and didn’t leave a note, and the other day, on the way to work, a giant rock hit my windshield and gave me a chip the size of a quarter.

I feel like God is trying to tell me something. But why would he tell me that now is not the right time for us? I can’t find any underlying circumstances. Buying a hous is the next ste in our life, and now is the perfect time. I must be re-reading the signals. Maybe he’s saying that we should really be selling the Audi. I have no idea.

So, I’m scared, and worried, and I have Eczema. A terrible combination.

On the brither side: I have a husband, family and friends that love me, a job I’m enjoying and a place to live. Perspective, right? It’s just so hard to be optimistic, when you’re programmed to be a pessimist.