I just wrote this all to a friend and I figured since it's so long I might as well not waste it: I'm leaving my job as Teen Director @ the Boys and Girls Club. I love it there but the way high up people (the admin and prez and whatnot) are turning out to be butt faces that don't really care about the kids or the staff or much of anything but money and politics. Anyways, I also would still like to work with teens but I want a day job. That pretty much leaves teaching for now. So, as of next thursday I'm gonna start subbing till I figure out what to do. I'm also going to start auditioning/performing in @ the Springfield Theatres, take some photography lessons, and maybe start/or join a organizing business (to organize people's messy spaces and declutter- for some reason I LOVE doing that kinda stuff). Can you tell I'm a little split on what I really want to do? Obviously I'm talking to God about all this and trying to listen to His direction. All in all I know I want to impact young people but I don't know if that will be my bread winning job. You can get away with a lot more if you're a volunteer. There are so many other things I would love to do too! Photographer, singer, teacher, actress, organizer... it's a little much. But for now I'll teach. That's the plan. On a much sadder much crappier note, my dad died a couple of days before thanksgiving. It sucked A LOT. I didn't know him as a kid, but these past few years we've really bonded. I was finally getting a chance at having a dad and then he just up and went to heaven. The timing sucked (I guess it always does). Wesley and I were actually driving to Iowa to see him and he died 2 hours before we got there. It was a little rough not getting to say goodbye, especially since he was creamated immediatly after his death so there was even less closure. He was very passionate about God and I know without a doubt he's with Him. But that doesn't make me miss him any less :( It was increadibly hard for me and his family at first and it still sucks a whole lot, but at least I'm feeling a little more like living life. I miss him, but neither him nor God would want me to be consumed by it. So I'm living life as full as possible. Dad bought a dog about 2 weeks before he died. A little shitzu named dad named Hobson (after the character in his favorite movie- Arthur). Holly (my stepmom) new she couldn't take care of him in her state- widowed, 2 kids, another dog, and a full time job- but she was having a hard time letting anyone take the dog that dad had just brought home. As much as I am not a fan of small dogs (most of them are yippy and stupid) Wesley and I agreed to take Hobson and Holly was more than thrilled (in fact, she cried). So now we have a little shitzu who is actually not stupid nor yippy at all. He's only 4 months old but he is already getting the potty training thing down as well as a lot of commands. He's a really good puppy and he's definatley grown on me. To make this e-mail even longer... You should find someone who knows how to play the board game "Settlers of Catan" and play it!! This game is AWESOME and everyone we have played it with say the same. You'll thank me later. ;) Tada!!! LOVE!!!!! P.S. Oh, Wesley is doing great AND he's got promoted at his work to like a major head hancho guy. Woo Hoo!!! He's done with classes at CBC and just needs to do his internship. He’ll graduate in May. Double woo hoo!!!! Once he finishes he'll go to get his masters at who knows where. | 
