Work, moving out, and the slowness of life -- I feel like I'm living in the South!!!

     Just a quick update -- I'm apparently "medically fit" to work in an adult foster care, and good news! I don't have tuberculosis. Haha I kinda think I would have noticed if I did, but hey. Whatever. I actually started the application process a week and a half ago, so I'm getting really antsy to start work. Turns out that I need to have mTy CPR/First Aid certification before I can start training now, though; I guess it's a new state requirement. If there's room for me tomorrow night, I'll be taking the class with my favorite respiratory therapist at the fire department. Deb Smith was my advisor for the Student Athletic Trainers' Club in high school. I worked practically every JV and Varsity football game with her, and I pretty much just love the woman. She's amazing. She's like another Patty Davey to me, one of the most influential women in my life. And she's hilarious! :) I'm looking forward to this re-certification. 

     Cody and I had been planning to move out tomorrow night, but now it looks like we'll have to move out on Wednesday night. We've been helping our dad cut up a bunch of trees in Lorie's driveway every other night, too (thank you, Rails for Trails, for heating my dad's house this winter). I'm hoping that he won't be upset that I'll be busy two nights in a row, but what can I do about it? I just wish we were moving out tonight, but we're totally not ready for that yet. Cody wants to get his old clothes around so he can put them in Kristyn's yard sale and make some money to put toward new clothes. I'd rather take my extra clothes to Goodwill and be done with it. I feel like this is going to get drug out so long that I'll end up being sick of it before we actually start. I'm going right now to go start moving our college stuff out of the garage and up to the Breckenridge house. At least that way I'll feel like I've put a tiny dent in what we need to get done. Why does everything have to take so much time around here? I guess I'm too impatient. 

     Side notes: 1) I was rolling a stump yesterday up to the log splitter, but a knot rolled right into my big toe, leaving me a blood blister under the nail. It hurt like CRAP! I was glad the chainsaw and the splitter were both going, because the noise masked the huge yell I let out. It's fine now, though. 2) Yesterday I went to church for the first time in a really long time. I woke up at 10:30 and hurried to the 11 o'clock service (late). It was weird because there were so few people there, but I knew almost everyone I saw. I felt bad for being away for so long, though, so I kind of pushed my way through the mass of the crowd to the front to talk to the most familiar faces. I hope no one felt snubbed; I always feel rude when I don't give someone I see in church my full attention, but walk over to someone else I know better. I sat next to Michelle, too, but I didn't really actually talk to her at all. Anyway, the point I was going to make was that Nathan gave a message about our preferences versus our ethics in church and how divisiveness is not going to help in this time of change for us. I know that Nathan, Jen, and the Bartniks (and probably Dawn and others that I don't even know about) are all really busy trying to keep things running smoothly, and I'd like to do something for them. I'll have to think about how to do that in a financially feasible and still well-targeted way. I don't know. We'll see.

MUSIC: "Sing to Me" - Run Kid Run

MOOD: impatient, trepidatious

LOCATION: the messy table in the once-again messy kitchen