Go Buckeyes!!!!

Anything productive I intend on getting done today will have to be done before noon or more likely, tonight after the Bucks stomp the Wolverines.  Animals need fed, and I'm going to make some tailgate foods for the game so this morning won't be overly productive either. Oh well.  I'm making chicken wings (that came from our birds) and I'll likely make up some pizza and maybe some chili too.  Maybe we'll call Frank and Mandy to come too.  Frank is a Michigan fan and will likely need consoled after it's all over. I'll be here for him, that's what friends are for.  Tate asked if I could make some homemade bread with dipping oil too. i think i will do that too.

The other night i went to Wal-Mart at midnight to get a Christmas item that cannot be named.  Imagine so many people in that store that you couldn't walk....now give them all carts.  EEEK!!!!!  I was like a mercenary hired for a job and sent into that war zone alone.  I went straight after the item I was hired to get and got back out of there unscathed.  Back home by 1:30 AM.  So now that Top Secret item is hidden somewhere here on our property.  The point of all of this is that I  realized how much I dislike going out into all of that garbage.  I'm not for that.  I'm learning more and more how much of a homebody I really am.  It's funny for me to think back to when I was about fourteen and I wrote an essay once about "Who Will I Be When I'm Thirty?"  In that essay we were to describe what kind of job we would have and where we would live, what we would drive, etc.  I wanted to be rich, I think every young boy thinks he's going to be rich someday, and I wanted to drive a Mercedes and I wrote about how I'd live in a nice house in a big subdivision.  I wanted to work in the city and where a suit to my job every day.  I mean isn't that what we are told is the picture of success?  Fancy cars, big house, a job where no physical work is required.  A job where you won't get any dirt under your fingernails.  Now that's the picture of success.  Man have my priorities changed.  I no longer care if I'm ever rich.  In all honesty, I almost hope that I don't end up with enough money to be considered "well to do".  I'm learning to be content with what we have as long as we are healthy.  I still have dreams of being successful, but it's a completely different picture.  I hope to earn a living from home that we can live off of. I dream of being debt free, not by simply by out earning my spending, but by cutting back our expenses and by spending our money with purpose and by diligently paying down our debts.  I hope to walk closer with the Lord each day.  Most importantly, I hope to teach our kids that success, real success, is a much different picture than what is painted by television and movies and most of the world for that matter.