Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Moving Moving Moving

I may have mentioned (once or twice) that I hate moving.  I prefer to be lazy and just let it all find its way to the new house somehow.  Unfortunately that doesn't seem to be happening, so up off my arse it is.  I've just discovered that J hasn't made the cable guy appointment yet either, so we are likely to be without internet for a bit.  (OHMYGAWDWTF HOW AM I GOING TO SURVIVE??)   Luckily my fancy new phone (HTC Epic) is a mobile hotspot.  I rather doubt the connection will be worth much, but I'll let ya know how it works. 

Topic change:   Last night I had a 15 minute conversation with God.  (Yes, I do believe I was dreaming.)  I remember asking questions, I remember the questions being clearly answered.  I do not remember the questions or the answers.  It sucks...  a God conversation and I remember none of it.  The story of my life. 

If you could have a 15 minute conversation with God and knew he would answer anything you asked, what would you ask?

Why haven't I won the lottery?    -  Because you don't play.
Why aren't I thin and beautiful?  -  Because you are a lazy arse who likes chocolate too much.

Things like that?



Jess said...

Just think: POOL! (that you can't use till summer...but POOL!)

I cannot believe you have let us down like this...having convos with the BIG MAN and remember nothing.

I can't think of a good question...I am going to have to think about this!

curmudgeon said...

"Who's yer daddy?"

Deb said...

Told ya Jess.. its the story of my life. I barely remember what I had for breakfast this morning. Ask DRS.. I frequently forgot important stuff. lol

I can't decide if Curmy is hitting on God or asking him a legitimate question.....

curmudgeon said...

It's one of those very deep, psychological questions. :)