Ese'me Street: this small piece of information is always left out...

I'm pretty overdue, again, and didn't realize how much until I logged on and realized that it had been in the beginning of April since I had posted last. I remember posting a while back that this blogging thing didn't need an official rule regarding what to post and when to post, however, my tune is changing, and I think it is time to dedicate a certain time to write, because if not then I will be so backed up it will cause me pains. The kind of pains I'm experiencing now, physical pains, in my belly. I have been trying to make poo poo for a week or so now, and although success is truly in the eye of the beholder, a form of the constipation has surfaced, but I feel a true turd brewing, and the anticipation is killing me. I chugged a shot of prune juice this morning in hopes...of...but again, total let down. Oh well, I musn't rush these things, I incessantly ask God to help me with patience, and maybe this is the climax of our private class time.

I have had a pretty busy month, relatively, I mean some peoples busy is another persons lazy, and let's face it, we all know how lazy I am, so basically I have been pretty mediocre this month. With that said, after Easter, Marcus and I decided that mediocre regarding our finances isn't the way to live, any longer...emphasis on the any longer. We both make way too much money to be living the way we do. Our savings account should be 30 Gs deep, and let's just say that IT AIN'T. Marcus handles our money, and he is spreadsheet happy, and has had our budget in check forever, but as most, we don't really follow it, and are swipe happy. We decided to do "cash envelopes", in theory of course, because who has envelopes anymore? I mean everything is electronic these days, sheesh. Except for when we actually followed through on the plan, sweet Marcus put a clip around the remaining grocery money and looked at me all defeated, kinda like those puppies when they head nod stare at you. Well, he looked at me and said, "sorry, I couldn't find any envelopes", lol, I was dying inside, he is too much. Not so much because he was sweet enough to think we actually needed the envelopes to be OFFICIAL, or because he was looking forward to labeling each one "groceries", "gas", "extras", but because just as a dog owner would scratch those ears and caudal their pet in observation of the head nod, I too followed suit, except my pet was Marcus and it was more of a tush pinch, slap on the butt kinda thing, just sayn. Truth it and behold it, right? Testimony time. No? Just me? Too bad, your gonna hear it anyways. Marcus is handy, beyond handy, I'm not gonna bore you again with how so, but needless to say, he had someone give him a lawn mower a while back because it was broken, it was aesthetically new looking just not working. He fixed it, like he does everything, and has been trying to sell it, about as aggressively as putting a sign on it and pushing it on the lawn...no, seriously. And it hasn't. About the only discipline that we have regarding money is our tythe. It is the first check we write always, right off the bat, right off the top. However again, discipline with the remaining is a joke, A BIG FAT UGLY OVERWEIGHT JOKE. On that note, why do I always reference the fat? Anyways, immediately after Easter, we planned on starting the cash envelopes, but didn't. Two weeks later, we actually did, and we are just shy of completing the last few days of those two weeks. Like most normal people, I hope, when you budget expenses you allow for "extras" like getting a flat, and having to buy a new tire, or a large ER copay, etc... And we did, but went over, and had to shuffle our grocery money to make it, and we have enough left over and would have been fine, but the good Lord sometimes just needs to show up, and He did. I got home from my moms this evening, and as I pulled up I saw that dang lawn mower sitting on the lawn. I go in, take a shower and walk outside looking for my boys, and see them walking up, and I tell Marcus, "you know, if you really wanted to sell that, you should really think about putting it on Craigs List", and he agreed of course, because I'm always right. Just kidding. We come in, BBQ up some steaks and he walks in to get more of them from thawing out, taking extra long. He walks out and says, "man, God is so good", and I'm all like, "duh". He was taking so long because someone bought the lawn mower, and he was so happy. As was I, because we were just discussing how we were cutting it close with the cash, and how we really didn't want to have to move anything into checking that we had already put into savings. On that note, does anyone else pay themselves first? The bigger lesson for me wasn't the fact that God provided in the clinch, or that when you give to God first (i.e.. tythe), He will always bless you, or that I had just spoken the Craigs List statement, and He was all "shoot, you don't need Craigs List, I am Craig"...it was more of the fact that even though we are always responsible with tything, we are not always responsible with the remaining money He gives us, and these two weeks we were, almost as if to say "hey, I gotcha, good job". Take it as you want, read it and shrug it off, but I believe in the non cosmic, non coincidental, always purposeful, holy and ever present supplier that is my God.