I can't promise how much better I'll be at blogging, but I think I'll already beat last year's pathetic attempt, or close to it with this one. I just kind of feel like writing.
I've decided that I am truly going to pursue my wish to teach overseas on army bases. I'm done working on a master's, still single, and (no offense) feeling a bit stagnant in Carson City. Why not? I have no idea what will happen, but I'm excited for the process. My first choice would be England which would be a two year commitment. How fantastic to live there for two years! I know God will do what He wants, and I'm certainly looking for that guidance. However He placed this thrill of travel in my spirit. I don't think it will be completely off base to attempt this adventure.
On another note, I'm still adjusting to this ridiculous time change. It seems worse this year, and I don't know why. I think my hatred of mornings grows with age. I'm finding that I am rolling out of bed later and later with each day. It seems pretty harsh.
I'm enjoying spending time with my friends in the reinstatement of Glee night. We're watching Flight of the Conchords and Firefly. I already knew I loved the former. I've never seen the latter before and the jury is still out on it. I'm told I have to give it a few episodes. One of the highlights is getting a chance to play with Eden, Warren and Nicole's daughter. She likes to pull my hair, play with my face, and talk with me. Hi-lar-ious!
I need to head off to bed to fight my battle with morning. Ugh. The title is probably one you've guessed. From "So Long, Farewell" from The Sound of Music. Good night John-Boy!
