Homeless bum and slave labor

Wow, so I know I've gone absentee for awhile.... life again hit me in the face like spandex on a biker's bum.... AAHHH.

I have been slave labor for the past three weeks straight. I thought quitting would give me time to play and sleep in... not so much. We basically had to put six months of work into two weeks to finish our house in Franklin in time to list it. It was many sleepless nights, headaches, and owies that we finally got it ready, without a minute to spare. It was officially listed two days ago. Already some interest .... so we'll just wait, pray, and see!! Here are a few pictures I got from the MLS. They're not the greatest and hopefully I can post them later when I unpack our camera....

Here's the front. I wish I had one from the other angle. Jake built a 3-car detached garage as well as a deck and patio off the side.

This is our re-done bathroom. It previously had a lavendar cast iron tub, lavendar sink, and matching lavendar toilet. Needless to say this is an improvement.

And our Master..... there is puke, guts, and glory all rolled up into this room.

So we are officially in Boise. Without a home, yes.... but complete bums, not so much. Our car is loaded full of stuff but with nowhere to put it. We were supposed to close on our brand new house last week... but day after day, little things have come up with the lender. He needs another paper, he filed the wrong one, etc. So Sunday night, we were both scheduled to start jobs but with nowhere to go. So our temporary place of residence is in the fabulous Oxford Suites in downtown Boise.

Job for me, you might ask. (Well, you're probably not asking that but I am going to tell you anyway). I wasn't actually planning on working once the move came. I wanted some time to settle in, get ready for grad school....and stuff.... But as I started looking at some jobs up here, I thought I should apply anyway. I ended up getting accepted for a position in PSR (psychosocial rehabilitation). You work with youth and adults with severe mental issues and disabilities to teach them social skills. So Monday I went to my first day and had this AWFUL feeling. The job had sounded too good to be true, and it turns out.... it was. Dirty, nast building. Dirty, nasty co-workers. It just felt so wrong.

But here's another testament to the answering of prayers. Another door was opened. I had decided on a whim to take another interview at the Juvenile Court up here. My last position had me pretty burned out, but this position was working with their clinical department in program coordination... basically, not having to deal with snot-faced parents or their piggy headed kids in person. They called me Monday, right in the middle of my other job, and begged me to start the position. I was going to tell them no because it's full time, but after much prayer and deliberation... I KNOW it's where I need to be.

It hopefully will help the transition a little more.... as I'm up here, not knowing where to go or anybody, and being a bum. Ah, a bum, my life's calling.