Anna.

Oh, life. You have an interesting way of turning out so... interesting.

Things on the job front are driving me absolutely insane. Crazy. I just want to be in the schools doing something. Anything. Although I guess the time here has been pretty good, because dear Daisy (who is absolutely amazing, by the way) is almost completely house broken. I say almost because we've only had her a week as of today. She hasn't had an accident. Love her. Love, love, love her.

I'm trying not to get too frustrated about the hard drive. But my resume is on there. Which doesn't sound like a huge deal, but I had it looked at at Calvin so... Right. And all my pictures are on there. That's what makes me the most frustrated. Even the ones from school are on there. Saaaaaad.

Speaking of Calvin, I have my diploma and certification for the state of Michigan, and I need to get in contact with them to have them mail the Indiana DOE my transcripts and stuff. I didn't think it would be so hard to get certified in Indiana. I got my PRAXIS II scores back, and I passed. The highest score was a 175. I got a 172. Indiana's passing score was a 130. I'm pretty happy about that. So I still have to take my PRAXIS I which is just reading, writing, and math. Not too worried about that one. I just don't want to go do it.

Dad's a pastor again. I think Geoffrey mentioned that at some point. It's weird. I mean, he's always had some position in the church. When I was little, he was the pastor. Then he was the assistant pastor at a different church. Then he did orchestral music or something at another church. Then he did the music at our last church. So... It's not like he hasn't been involved. I didn't think he would be a pastor again until he retired, if ever. And truthfully, I'm just terrified I'm going to get so sucked into doing stuff at this church that I'll get burnt out and never want to go again. The people there are great. I already know quite a few of them (neighbors, old friends, etc.), so that makes it a lot easier... But. I don't know. I have to admit, in Grand Rapids, it was sometimes nice to walk into a church where you didn't know anyone and just kind of disappear and not have anything expected of you. Sometimes I wonder how/if I would be different if dad was never a pastor. Sarah and I have talked about that before. I think I wouldn't feel so much pressure to be so good. Eh. Anyway. New topic.

Almost played through the Nazarene hymnal. I'm on number 607. It's been good for my sight reading.

This post is freakishly boring. I know I'm ranting. I guess I'm just making up for lost time.

So I'm officially not a Calvin student. That's painfully obvious now that we're not moving anywhere. And I love it here, but I miss Grand Rapids and I miss school and friends and music. Mostly I miss you guys. I have no life here. Basically Melissa is the only one left from high school that I've seen. Love her.

Jeremy-I saw the stuff you posted about Calvin's position on profs and sharing their views about homosexuality. I suppose I find it mildly interesting that they had to send out a memo with that written on it. I go back and forth about how I feel about it. I'm glad you posted it. I'm interested to see what happens. Did you see the facebook group about it? You might like to see some of the discussions happening there.

Dad may or may not be getting another horse. For me. :) She's really pretty, but she's probably too feisty for me. So I'll have to bond with Hank and Molly some more before I start riding her. If/when he gets her... Which he might not. But then again, he may.

Well, I'm gonna go snuggle with Dais. Maybe take her outside. Even though it's midnight. We'll just lay there and try to find the stars even though the security lights are on. :)

Oh! And Sara, I wanna come see you in January. Get ready. And Jana and Jeremy! Wanna come see you next summer. And go to LA. And pretend I'm not such a hick/country girl. Are there teaching jobs there? I'll come live there with you and send money home. hahaha. Kiiddddding.

Oh, and Jana. The litter box hums a Bb. I discovered this when I was playing a song in the key of Bb and I heard a slightly flat Bb humming the entire time. Remember when we found the pitches of all the appliances in the apartment? We're so dorky. Somehow I think Fuentes would appreciate that.

Oooook, that was exceedingly long. Bye, friends. Love love love you.