So much to say... so little desire to say it

So honestly, I don't miss the internet. The addiction is gone.

I do, however, really miss the people with whom I communicate through the internet. I wish I had been/was better at communicating in other ways, but mostly my attempts at innovative phone conversation have been less than successful... oh well, I try. I am muy excited for Renee's ND party adventure, because I think that will be a fantastic time. I also hope I get to play with my quadoo sometime before I go to California.

In other news, I love the little children, besides the moments when I want to kill them. This has been a good experience, though. And I am happy. In a weird 'my life is in transition like whoa' sort of way. I would like to sit down and have a few good talks with people, though. A 'how are you doing, really?' type talk, where I could tell them how I am really doing. Honestly.

This has been an odd entry so far, so I'll end it with a funny story. After a faaaantastic sermon at the muy conservative church of the people I live with in Plymouth about how Jesus turned water into grape juice at Cana, because Jesus wouldn't help people get wine, silly, Jesus hates alcohol! I ended up having a conversation with these wonderfully quaint and conservative people about how having a little bit of alcohol was perfectly fine with Jesus, and I felt much better about the fact that they didnt swallow the nonsense mixed in with the preaching. And then I proceeded to drink a shot of peach flavored brandy and a fuzzy navel with George and Beth while playing dice. Yes, I did shots with a 60-year-old former truck driver, who is the gun toting, Republican voting, Left Behind series loving great uncle that I never had. And I had a great time. I really love those people, and they love me. How weird is that?

I also love my strange, strange, marvelous life. And you. So call me, ok? Or tell me to call you, and I will.