If You Call Him Ron Swanson, He'll Love You Forever

This is just funny...and stupid coincidence.
If you call my Big Strong Man Ron Swanson, he will love you forever.

Last night we caught-up on one of our favorite comedies, Parks and Recreation.
When we got to this part of the episode, I just knew I had to blog about it. I mean, really, I already had the post written, this just makes a fabulous introduction!

My husband's sentiments exactly:


HIG 06.04.14

Off the Grid
So it's kinda official: I think we're moving. (!!!)
Both Big Strong Man and I are in the praying stage of moving.
You know, where? when? how?
And while we are excited for this big step, we are currently in this stage of preparation.
Because we believe it is the next step for us, and logic reminds us that we really cannot afford where we are now and emotion jumps in with the reality that now neither of our families are less than eight hours away, (which is a story for another day), we are praying.
And hoping.
And dreaming.

We recently gave up Facebook*.
Yes, we did.
I suppose it isn't exactly official yet, because we haven't deleted our profile (and yes, we had only one and we shared it**), but our current situation reminds us that if we REALLY want internet
access we need to go to a friend's house, or sit in McDonald's parking lot.
Needless to say, not having the internet at our fingertips limits us to our Facebook-deleting abilities.
This all came about slowly as 1) my sister deleted her account cold turkey and 2) my Big Strong Man realized that he sought a lot of approval with that silly thumb.
We simply don't need it; don't want it.
It's this purge within us to re-evaluate our life choices and chose the best over the better, or in this case, choosing freedom over slavery. (Dramatic much? You decide. I simply know that far too many of us compare our lives, our families, and our circumstances while making ourselves and our "friends" miserable. Meanwhile we have a constant need for instant gratification in the form of "Who liked it? How many people liked it? Why doesn't anyone care about what I have to say?" ...And really, does ANYONE care what you are eating for dinner today? ARGGG!)

We are purging our homestead as well.
Yay. Just to write and re-read this sounds glorious to me.
My sister came to visit in March and again recently for Memorial Day Weekend. In the two month difference, she remarked almost immediately that she could tell we have been "unloading" around here. (HUGE smile pasted across my face.)
*There were the two yard sales we participated in and prepared for methodically. (And making over $200 selling stuff we had no attachment to in the first place was a super nice bonus!)
*A downloading of masses to the Salvation Army.
*And a friendly "give-away" to every friend who graced my path in the last two weeks of every dress, appliance, and vase they could love and I could hand over. Ahhhhh. Freedom.
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It may be no secret, but my Big Strong Man is very secretive. I mean, his attitude is secretive.
He is right there in the crowd of individuals who stock rice, water, and guns. Conspiring alongside others who dream of secret tunnels and bomb shelters.
For him, this pray of moving and this unloading of Facebook and stuff  boils down to one sentiment: Getting of the Grid.

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*So, we are, once again, on Facebook. Haha.
When I originally wrote this post  last June, we were really struggling financially and the internet was a luxury we simply could not afford.
During that time, B.S.M. would post something and be glued to the comments bar. Did anyone comment yet? Who? ...You get the picture.
I am not writing this to shame him.
In the first few days I released this blog, I was attached to the number of views I was receiving and my eyes glued to just which countries have taken an interest.
Self-obsession.

Because we are in a better place financially, and because B.S.M. loves me very much and knew I had five dozen posts I would some day like to share with the world, (and because he wanted to be able to watch The Blaze on something besides his cell phone), we got internet once again.
Because we never really deleted our Facebook account, we simply ignored it for three months straight, it was natural to get right back on it for convenience sake .

Now, we do have a healthier outlook at the entire thing.
Frankly, I get really bored of it and really only find myself scrolling when I am bored out of my mind- which I rarely allow myself to do. I much prefer Pintrest or actual life-living.

**You can read more about my thoughts on sharing an account on my post: Marriage and Facebook.

-laughing tonight, gomommyblogger