Late

So I should be in bed, (actually I am IN bed, I guess I should say I should be sleeping.) Instead I am blogging. I set my new years resolution to blog more, and I have failed for the first 18 days. Let me catch you up on my new year.

We spent the first part in Wisconsin, and then came back to Jasper and had about a normal week. Joe was on the road one day, and then his jobs got moved around so he got to come home (yay!) Then we had a snow storm, and Dixie decided she loves the snow. Here's a picture:

She is getting very big and has grown up into a much better dog. She loves the play Frisbee and peanut butter rawhide's, and is so smart we taught her to ring a bell when she has to go potty. She still tries to eat the couch and thinks God gave me legs for her chewing enjoyment, but all in all we love her. She loves to lay on our bed at night before we go to sleep, and when her time is up and she should be going back to her crate, she gives us the look that says 'I'm a good girl, I can sleep with you guys, I won't bite or pee or be bad, you can trust me' and we ALMOST give in. But for now, we agree that crating her is the best option for us and for her.

So School was canceled for two days here because of the snow (which is ridiculous, if we had been in Wisco there would have not only been school that day, there would have been sports that night.) Also the Burger King was closed. How do I know that you ask? Well, they have this wonderful little thing called a funnel cake stick, and I'm addicted.

Then it all went down hill. I thought we were having a great start to the new year - working out on the wii fit, (I lost 4, Joe lost 10), I was getting excited about projects at work, and then Wally died. Wally was our church custodian and on the 10th his house burnt down. He and his wife both died in the fire. And the world stopped. I really mean that too - we had no church service that weekend, we just broke the bad news the the congregation and tried to let the healing begin through music and hugs. Then Monday we tried to move, but found ourselves stuck in the grieving process. I got very little done at work last week. I felt sorta broken. I saw this man everyday - he was very dedicated to the church and his work. And suddenly he was gone. then I started hearing how he went out of this world, and it made the healing process even harder, but I won't go into that.

We had a beautiful service for Wally and his wife Barbara Friday night, and there is no doubt in my mind that they met Jesus last weekend. Wally loved the Lord, and I'm pretty sure nobody is going to ask him to do dishes in heaven.

So this week I've been trying to get back to normal, but healing is a slow process. Sometimes I can hear him coming down the hallway humming an old familiar hymn, or I have found myself singing How Great Thou Art more than once this week (it was his favorite). And I miss him.

I was going to put more pictures up, but my Internet is hit and miss tonight - maybe tomorrow friends. Until then, remember, God Loves You!