What happened to the rest of the money?

I spent it all. That's right, in one week, I spent a hundred dollars of free money. Now, I didn't spend just a hundred in a week because I put some food, gas, and groceries on my debit card.

I saw my friend Kevin in Lincoln. He has a very expensive pallet and I spent $50 just trying to keep up with him. I still lost as he had one more drink then I did. Then again, he didn't have to drive 50 miles back home.

As for the other $42, well, it went towards regular live. Going out to eat, buying 1/2 price drinks from Sonics for the office, playing the Lotto.

There you have it. How a guy spends $100 of free money. Half of it on liquor, the other half on food.

Oh what luck!

So I am all moved. While I was sticking my DVD's into a new rack I was also sorting through some of my VHS tapes. What I found was wonderful. In Independence Day there was some old mowing money from when I was a kid. Two $50 bills fell out. So now I'm a hundred dollars richer then what I thought I was a day ago. Let's have some fun and track to see where this money goes, shall we?

Starting Balance...
$100

Bought some buns, pickels, and chips for a company cook out...$7
$93
Bought a powerball ticket for a company pool $1
$92

I'm moving.... again

I have a problem. I keep moving. I wish I could be happy where I'm at. It's a really nice apartment. I'm not moving to save money, in fact, I'll probably end up spending more. I'm not moving because I really hate living on my own. I love being able to poop with the door open.

I guess I'm moving because I'm a really nice guy. Joe needs someone to live with. It's weird but he just can't seem to function alone. I'm frustrated though because it's costing me so much money. Every move is at least a $300 drain on my account. I really hope I can be happy where I'm going. I hope it's large enough were I can still have my own space. What I'd really like is to own my own home though. I know it's strange for someone as young as I to want something so grand but I feel I will be truly happy with a house to call my own. I know everyone says it's the "American" dream but I'm an American and that is what I dream.

Where that house is, I'm torn. Every time I talk to, think of, am reminded of Susie and the Apache Reservation I want to leave right now to Phoenix and let God work though me. I know that is where I'm being called to serve. Yet, it's hard to think of uprooting and leaving everything I know and love here. I know I can find a good job here that pays well. I have no idea what I would do professionally if I were in AZ. Even though Phoenix/Scottsdale/Mesa/Tempe/Chandler is one of the largest cities in the United States I don't know where I would find work. It's that uncertainty that keeps me here. I have no relationships other then family I rarely see and I think God is using that fact to coax me out of this state. I love Nebraska and all that is here but I just don't feel a calling here. It's strange to have something tugging at your heart like this but I don't know what else to do with it.

I do know that the longer I sit here and type the longer I'm procrastinating on doing the dishes.

so there.