On This Solid Rock I Stand

All other ground is sinking sand... all other ground is sinking sand.  The Mormans attacked me on Saturday.  I sicked them on Jacob.  As I was talking to them on the front porch, Jacob and Barry drove up with music blairing real loud, "Bloody, bloody Tuesday..."  as Jacob gave them an intimidating glare.  He was ready for them, as missionaires had visited him in Denton the day before, as well as his grandparents are Morman.  He had them smiling and sharing their gospel with pride.  I was able to finish supper. 
We are almost on a solid foundation.  Workers were under our house for 6 days digging and dragging heavy boards and cement blocks under there, in-between naps.  And of course another $1000 worth of work is needed before they can really finish leveling the house.  So, they will be back tomorrow morning. 
I showed the rent house to the renters today.  The woman has a tremendous butt, and she hit the stove with it.  She said, "Opps, I hit my butt."  I thought that was great. 
I met Jacob's girlfriend this weekend.  My first thought was that she looked like us, meaning my family.  I guess I thought that because his ex-wife didn't look anything like us.  Not that it matters.  Saturday night one of the workers from under the house came by and invited Jacob and Rachel out to play pool (he kind of remembered Jake from school).  Turns out he is a rapper and was very entertaining.  Jacob suffered a little-bit of culture shock.  He has been surrounded by college people for the past four years, so a night out with a drop-out rapper was definitely a different experience. 
Jacob enjoyed reading a short story that Dad wrote in the early sixties regarding WWII Red Cross signs and their similarity to the blood of Jesus (the Germans respected the red cross and stopped firing no matter who was under the sign, just as the death angel passed by the doors with the blood on them).  His comment, "Man, this makes me want to repent."
I haven't found a job yet, not even an interview.
We made a quick run up to the place today to take Ma-Moo's 50 year old couch up there, and to pick up a few needed things.  It was pleasent after it stopped raining and I regained my place on the freeway.  Yup, I was squeezed out of my lane and into another persons lane.  Luckily she was able to move over for me.  And yes, the couch got fricken wet.
It's good to be back home in the AC. 
We celebrated Josh's 5th BD yesterday.  There were no kids here to help celebrate, and it turned out great.  He was thrilled to receive so much Spider Man stuff.  And boy can he make the moves.  He's good. He punched the pinyata instead of hitting it with a stick, and he loved it.  He got out a lot of anxiety.  I think he'd be a good boxer.