Some of you are wondering if I've fallen off the face of the Earth. The truth is, I've been trying my very best to do just that, but as usual, I was unable to accomplish being invisible for long. So here's a quick update. I am still jobless with no immediate prospects. Yay for the economy! The heater core in the truck has gone out, which means that it leaks antifreeze into the floorboard and is in danger of overheating any time I am idle for more than 30 seconds. Which also means that I am pretty close to homebound. Until I get a job and can afford a new(er) vehicle, I'm stuck out here in the sticks with my dogs and cats. So that explains some of the lack of you seeing me. There's also the Angela-weirdness factor, which you all know is a constant variable and subject to change at any given moment. Sometimes I spend all day thinking about what I'm going to do when Mark gets home (ie, going to the bar, going to the movies, taking my dog to the park) and then end up in such a funk over the dishes not being clean that I sulk the entire evening. If you know me at all you know I'm not exaggerating. So all that to say, I apologize if I have offended anyone by my absence.
Moving on. I have recently started going to a new church called Clawson Assembly of God, which I love. The people there are wonderful. You are probably wondering what a self-proclaimed Southern Baptist is doing at an AoG church. Well here's the short answer - Mark gets paid to go to church there, so I go with him. The long answer is that despite some glaring doctrinal differences, I feel that their love for people outweighs my sundry disagreements with their stated beliefs, which are manifestly few, even if there are many "official" doctrines I find do not fit my personal dogma. In other words, I am seldom confronted with a sermon or any other method of manifestation (such as speaking in tongues and the like) that I find I have to take with a grain of salt. Is that long enough for you?
And finally, for the inevitable topic of my thesis. It's coming. Due to some complications (which shall remain between me and my director) I've been forced to dig myself out of a hole and get my head out of the sand (at the same time, which is impressive if you ask me). So, long story shortened, I'm working on it. I'm aiming to graduate in December (yeah, go ahead and laugh Dr. Sosebee) so for the next six months you'll rarely see me without an armful of books, my laptop, and a lost look on my face that screams sleep deprivation. The. End.
