Whatever you do, don't die

The Saturday after the HUD audit, Anna and I took a CPR course. She needs it to get her Indiana teacher's license. I don't need it, but we thought it might be useful around all these old people (though the odds of me trying to save their lives might be pretty slim). There were about eleven people in the class. It sounded like most of them were getting their yearly recertification for CPR for their various jobs. We got to play with dummies on the floor. Then we got to take a test. We took the test together. The instructor had the class come up with a consensus answer and then told us if we were all right. Apparently, they figure that if we are paying to take the class there is no need to know whether or not we really understand. So we all passed. And I feel pretty helpless.
On Wednesday and Thursday of the following week, I had to go to Bloomington for a corporate meeting. I had only actually met three people from the company before. Now I was surrounded by eighty or so of them.
The first day was spent with introductions and then a session on fair housing with some representatives from HUD. The ladies from HUD doing the fair housing, combined with the lady from HUD who did the audit, made me pretty convinced you need to suffer some sort of mental retardation to work for the government.
The second day we got bombarded with three ring binders full of forms and verifications and acknowledgements and contracts to sell our souls to the devil. Two whole binders were dedicated to the rules and regulations involved in verifying the income of people seeking HUD subsidy. I don't know what half the stuff means.
For the two days of the meeting, I sat at a table with my boss and four other people who work for her (three property managers, and the assistant to one of the other property managers). David was one of the managers at the table. If I had any doubts about his sexuality after meeting him the previous week, they were all wiped away (or confirmed) when he and the property manager from Kentucky decided that they were long lost twins/soul mates and they should braid each other's hair.
I'm sure I had more to say about the corporate meeting, but I forget it all.

Anna is taking the Praxis in the morning. She'll rock it. She's a smart cookie.
I keep seeing birth and pregnancy announcements on Facebook for girls that I knew in high school. It's still weird to me. I can't imagine having a kid yet.
The Rockies are thoroughly pissing me off.
Heather is getting married in two and a half weeks. That's pretty cool. Colorado is pretty cool. Being in Colorado for this wedding will be pretty cool.
Anna played her penny whistle in church on Sunday while her dad played the harmonica and another guy from church played the guitar. It was so metal.
People who read this blog: Some Israelite
Someone from Jerusalem found this blog by Googling "hands bigger than any man." I'm not sure what this person was looking for, but they found this blog. They are probably now convinced that the Messiah is writing a blog in Indiana. I'll bet they are already trying to rebuild the temple in Jerusalem.