Sometimes

Sometimes life hits little speed bumps. Things are tooling along just fine and then suddenly it feels like I have hit a wall. The last few weeks have been that way for me. Like I said earlier, life for me works out better when I have steady work.
Good things do happen though even when life doesn't seem to be going the way it should be. I had a birthday that went very nicely. Pami and Cave & Co. were able to make it to spend an evening at BJ's with me over pizza and pizzookies. To enlighten the ignorant, pizzookies are freshly baked deep dish cookies with a bunch of vanilla bean ice cream piled on top. If you go to BJ's for your birthday you get one free minus the wait staff singing. It is awesome! My nephew Caleb thought so too. It turns out the boy really likes ice cream since he kept stealing the ice cream off of the section of cookie I had just worked free with my spoon for me to eat. At times like that I had to remind myself that three year olds pretty much have no clue that the ice cream they just snagged came off of their uncle's birthday pizzookie. To them it is just ice cream that they were quick enough to grab.
We had rain. I'm sorry but rain makes me want to spend the day in bed, so not a whole lot going on this week. I will say though that today was beautiful. Both the dog and I were feeling a little cooped up so I took him for a long walk several times around the park. The sky today was as blue as I have ever seen it with big white puffy clouds. If it hadn't been for the electric wires and roofs all around me I would have taken pictures to remind myself that days like this really exist. The temperature was in the 50's so it was perfect walking weather. After just a couple of laps around the park I was feeling warm and comfy. In the distance I could see the snow covered San Gabriel mountains. To be totally honest I was missing my job at Forest Home pretty badly. It is amazing how much snow can grow on you. I miss driving in snow, walking in snow, watching the dog play in snow, throwing snowballs for the dog to catch, watching snowballs bounce off his head when he decided not to catch them. I miss the beauty of snow all around me. I miss the smell of wood smoke against the crisp cold air. I really miss camp.
I guess life has seasons. As much as I want to run back away to camp I really need to figure out what direction God wants me to go with my life. Does this desire I have to go back to camp mean that I should go back to camp or should I keep following the interest that I have in nursing? Is there something else out there for me?

Magic

It has been really interesting subbing this year. I started out the semester pulling my hair out when a 10 day gig turned into a 20 day gig turned into a 25 day gig turned into a 28 day gig. Because I thought I would only be there for two weeks I didn't lay down the ground rules that I would have otherwise. Suddenly I found myself struggling just to keep my head above the water. I did learn a lot though.
When that ended everything dried up. At most I was getting two calls a week, sometimes none. Sometimes the calls came so late that I turned them down because I had already gone back to bed or because it was so late that I couldn't get there in time. As more and more time went by with fewer and fewer calls it got harder and harder to get up for work. All to often it was to show up to substitute in classrooms where the kids saw me and tried to take advantage of me all day long. Talk about a bum deal!
Today though was one of those days that helps make it easier to get up in the morning. It wasn't an easy day. I still had to put up with my fair share of little punks and future thugs. The thing that made the difference was that I had a few classes where because of the way the class behaved or the way the schedule was laid out I got to do something that I love. I got to tell stories.
I have found that telling stories in the classroom can either work or flop spectacularly. I have had some classes where the kids sit there and mock me while I tell the story and after I tell the story. Sometimes though I get a classroom with the right group of kids in the right environment to make the moment magical.
I think that part of what made this story magical was that it was something that they could relate to their world. When I tell the kids that I used to chase bears for a living they laugh in my face. All they know about bears are that bears are gigantic killer tanks wrapped in a fur coat. There is nothing that can scare off a bear. In their minds bears would probably be America's greatest missile defense shield because they would stand their ground and swat the missile back to the country of origin. No one, and I mean no one, could possibly survive a job scaring off bears. They all thought that I was lying through my teeth and were laughing at me for being stupid enough to think I could pull that over their eyes. Oddly enough I instantly lost all of their respect for being foolish enough to think that I could get away with this. Little did they know that I was telling the truth, and that my dog really is bred to hunt and chase bears.
Today though was something they understood. It fit with their perspective of reality. Today I told them about my nephew's birthday.
This was something they understood. Dropping all of my weekend plans. Rushing to the store to get him a last minute present. My excitement when I found out that the cheerleaders were in the store to wrap presents. The moment when Caleb leaned to far back on the picnic table bench while eating his pizza and fell onto his back. The crying three year old who was suddenly better after he got a kiss from Mommy. His love for the swings. The excitement when he picked my present to open first. The let down when he dropped his new book to go play with the dog. The way I carefully video recorded him opening his present from his grandparents in the Philippines only to have him drop that and make a bee line for the dog again. His love for Bob the Builder and Thomas the Train. This spoke of family. This spoke of celebration. This spoke of things they understood, things they could understand, things that held their attention.
All to often it is so easy to get caught up with telling people about the big and exciting things that have happened in life. It doesn't matter if it is true or not. If it isn't compatible with their perception of reality it just isn't going to work. Their BS alarm goes off. Because they don't want to feel like a sucker they won't buy in and will try to prove that they are not gullible by loudly renouncing the veracity of the story. On the other hand some of the stories that hold people the best are the stories about everyday life, everyday joys, everyday struggles, everyday. Nothing fancy. Nothing unique. Ordinary.
This quite possibly is the true secret of storytelling.

Caleb's Birthday!

Today was my nephew Caleb's birthday. It was a whole lot of fun for everyone even though Caleb did lean back a little to far while eating his pizza and fell off the bench. Ok, so after we figured out he was ok it was actually pretty funny.
Here he is opening his Grammy and Grandaddy's present.






I guess my dog (Oso) should have been left at home. Oh well, Caleb will probably enjoy the present all the same now that Oso is back home with me.

Conversation

Today I had a gig! Seriously, do you know how much easier it is to get up in the morning and stay up when you know you have something to do that day? All week long it has been next to impossible to get up at 5:00 am. Give me a day though where I know I have work and it is easy!
The teacher I was subbing for today is a history teacher. I get so few calls to sub for history teachers. When it does happen it usually doesn't matter how bad the class is, it is just amazing to be working in a subject matter that I actually know. Today's assignment for the 8th graders was to write to either the city counsel or to the state assemblyman about issues that the kids were concerned with. It is always interesting for me when this happens because I see all kinds of letters. Some letters are well written and well thought out. Some are well thought out but poorly written. Some are well written but poorly thought out and some are just poor letters no matter how you look at them. The important thing though is that the kids are learning to get involved in government.
As I have opportunities to help kids with their letters I often have opportunities to explain things to kids in ways that they hadn't seen or understood before. An example would be the state budget. Is the state picking on schools or is everyone hurting? Who else is hurting from budget cuts. If the schools received full funding who would feel the pinch? How does the budget actually work? Often by presenting different aspect of these issues the kids have an opportunity to see that the issues are actually pretty big and not at all simple. It might even change the way that they see things.
A great example happened today. One of the boys asked me to look at his letter to the state assemblyman. As I looked it over I saw that it had to do with immigration issues. Understand that the vast majority of the students at this school are either immigrants or the children of immigrants. Most of them want wide open boarders and forgiveness for illegal aliens. For all I knew this guy and his friend next to him were the sons of illegal immigrants or had relatives that were illegal. So I asked him what exactly he wanted. Well they wanted open boarders. Let everyone come to the United States so that they can find jobs and have a better life. I asked them if they were aware that over 5% of the people in this country are unemployed. Suddenly they weren't so sure about the whole open boarders thing. I asked them what would happen if we let everyone in. Well, unemployment would be really high. The next question was whether the people would be better off for coming here or worse off. Worse off they said. So how can we keep this from happening? They said by setting quotas. Great, these guys were getting it!
Next they asked about the illegal aliens living here. Can't we do something to just make them all legal? Ok, remember that I don't know what their status is or that of their families. I decided to play it safe. I knew that the family of the Indian kid next to them had their papers straight. Let's say that your parents waited for two years to get their visas. During that time they went to the consulate, paid the fees and did everything that they needed to do to make sure that they got here legally. His parent's snuck into the country over a two month period. Remembering what it cost for your parents to get here how do you feel about his parents? Both boys said that it wasn't right that the parents of the Indian kid be given all the same opportunity as their parents who had worked so hard to get here legally. It wouldn't be fair. His parents needed to be sent home. Amazing. These kids had just been writing the assemblyman to push for open boarders and forgiveness for illegal aliens and they were starting sing a completely different tune!
What about people who's visas expire? When I told them that I knew people from Australia and England what had to leave the country when their visas expired these guys were blown away. White people had been kicked out because their visas expired? Wait, this is something that everyone experiences? Yeah, in fact when I grew up in another country we had to get our visas renewed every other year. You are responsible for getting it renewed. Suddenly realizing that the policy is not racially biased against Hispanics they were more inclined to hold people accountable for keeping their visas current.
The last dilemma was what about illegals who have American born children. Did I think it was fair that the government kept their children here in the United States but deported the parents. When they understood that the parents could take their families with they were shocked. They were under the impression that the government didn't allow them to take their American born kids with them to the home country, that the government had a policy of splitting the families based on their legal status.
Over all it was an amazing conversation. It was cool to watch them and see how their views were affected when they were presented with the facts on immigration. It was interesting for me to see some of the rumors and misinformation that swirls around this particular neighborhood. Hopefully these guys continue to think about what they learned today and help others think more about some of the things that they are hearing as well as the things they believe.

Boom!

The news said it was going to happen at 1:15 this afternoon. It was going to happen because the weather in Florida is lousy right now. I was so excited about it. I remember it happening when I was living in Loma Linda it was incredible when it happened.
So I started waiting outside at about 1:00 because I didn't want to miss it. So out there I sat, waiting, waiting, waiting. I did start to notice all the different kinds of aircraft that fly into LAX. Sometimes the make of the aircraft were easy to identify like the Korean 747 that made a big lazy loop over L.A. before going in for a landing. Other times they were not identifiable to me such as the little private jet that looked like it was a flying jack. Yeah, LAX is right down the 105 from my house, so planes pretty much line up to take turns flying over it. I did notice that Southwest Airlines seemed to have more flights into LAX than anyone else. I guess that means that they are doing better than the other airlines.
It didn't happen at 1:15 like it was supposed to. In fact, it was almost 1:25 when it happened, just before I gave up and came inside. Suddenly there was a big double boom that set off car alarms up and down the street. Oso suddenly decided that it was not the perfect time to rest in the shade and that it was instead time to find somewhere safer to wait out the booms. The space shuttle had finally made it into the atmosphere and was heading in for a landing at Edwards Air Force Base in Lancaster. It doesn't happen very often because it costs NASA $1.8 to fly the shuttle to Florida piggy backed on a modified 747 over the course of a week. It is however cool for those of us who live here in southern California when it does happen.

Giving Thanks

One of the truly great things about this country is our Thanksgiving holiday. I'm not saying this as an "America is the greatest country in the world!" statement. No, this is saying that it is a fantastic thing that we have a holiday set aside for the giving of thanks. Even if you are an atheist you have to recognize that taking a day to pause and think about the things that you are thankful for is worth while. It isn't just about gorging yourself before going and spending a whole bunch of money on all the great deals tomorrow.
So what am I thankful for? First of all I'm thankful for family. I have a family that is pretty amazing even when I might not think that they are pretty amazing. I never have to worry about whether or not they love me. I never have to worry about whether or not they will listen to me as I go through ups and downs and in betweens. I know that there are doors that will always be open. You have to admit, that is pretty amazing. I'm also thankful for a job. My job might be pretty sketchy right now and I might be a little concerned how I'm going to meet my bills but hey, I have a job. There are an awful lot of other people out there who would love to have that job. I'm thankful for a place to live. We can always think about what kind of place we would live in if we had our druthers but when it really comes down to it the most important thing is that we have a place to live! Hey, it has hot water coming out of the shower, what more can I really ask for, right? I'm thankful that I live in a country where I don't have to worry about what I say on this blog. I can get away with saying all kinds of things on here. As long as I don't threaten anyone, brag about crimes, plan crimes or anything like that I'm good to go. Do you know how many people in the world would love to have that same opportunity? I should be incredibly thankful for this whole free speech thing!
There are all kinds of other things I'm thankful for as well including friends, the food I eat, the truck I drive, the dog that was so unhappy with the bath I gave him yesterday. Of course I'm also thankful for the ultimate sacrifice and the guarantee that it bought.
When it really comes down to it I have a lot in this life. So often it is easy to sit around and look at things I wish were different. To be honest though wishing for differences in my life isn't the key to happiness. Of course I will do what I can to move towards those goals but at the same time I need to take life one day at a time. After all, I only have one shot at each day. By living each day one day at a time and pausing to be thankful for each and every day and each and every opportunity that each day brings I can be so much happier with life.
See what putting aside a national day of thanksgiving can do?

Rain

Last night it rained. Here in southern California it doesn't rain nearly as often as we need it to so it was an amazing thing for it to rain through the night. In fact it happens so rarely that I opened my window a crack just so that I could listen to it rain. It was awesome! I would recommend that everyone find out what trains, airplanes, sirens and freeway traffic sounds like when accompanied by the sound of rain. For some reason things seem just a little bit more peaceful. The noises that I hear all night long don't seem nearly as loud.
Beyond the fact that I sleep better with the rain, rain brings the moisture that we need so badly. In case you don't live in southern California, we had some pretty big fires her a couple of weekends ago. Big enough and close enough that the clothes that I washed at my sister's house smelled more than just a little smokey when I got home. Oh well, I figure that they could have smelled like any number of things other than a camp fire. I like camp fires so I guess I was ok with it. But seriously, we need rain. Driving around southern California is like driving through a brown painting. The ground is brown, the grass is brown, the air is brown, everything is brown. It is no wonder that we have the fires that we have.
So anyways, it was great to have rain. It was wonderful that we continued to have sprinkles throughout the day. Gray was such a nice change from brown! Hopefully someday soon we can even get to...green!

D'oh!

I'm taking an intro to psychology class as part of my effort to eventually get into nursing school. To be completely honest, it hasn't been my favorite class. As I read through the book there are some things that are pretty much set in stone. Things having to do with the way the human body works make sense to me. The stuff is measurable and they can run tests that demonstrate the same results over and over again. The problem is that so much of psychology is purely theoretical. So basically I'm learning stuff right now that might be considered outdated by the time the next edition of the textbook comes out. I have to learn about Freud because he contributed so much to getting the ball going but most of his theories have been tossed by now. It is frustrating.
One of the nice things about this class is that it is a hybrid class. That means that I only have to go to class once a week. It also means that I have to read the text. Normally I skip the text and just listen to the lectures. So while I'm not thrilled about all the reading it is nice to be able to read on my own time as long as I hit the deadlines.
Speaking of meeting the deadlines, last night I dutifully read the chapter so that I would be ready to take the quiz today. Traffic was really light so I got to class early. I figured that I would use the extra time to go over the chapter once again before the quiz. You see, I got a B on my last exam and really wanted to make sure I got a good score. So there I sat studying away when one of the students I share the table with walked in. She looked at my book and said "I thought we were supposed to read chapter 16." I told her that it was 15 and she could look it up. Turns out she was right. The prof flipped the two chapters. There I was with just a few minutes before class started with a quiz for a chapter I hadn't read. Fortunately the chapter was on some pretty basic stuff so I don't think I tanked to badly. We will see though. The prof didn't give us a chance to see our scores because he had a lot of stuff he wanted to do today. I'll find out next week though.
We had an exam last week that I didn't feel to good about. Remember how I said that this isn't my favorite class in the world? The prof promised to not only send around a bar graph with all of our scores on it around the class at the end of class but also promised to give us a progress report so we can see how we are doing. So we all sat through the video he wanted us to watch anxiously waiting for the grades. I got my progress report first. The good news is that I'm actually pulling a 96% in the class. I then glanced at the exam scores. I couldn't believe my eyes. I scored 40 points on the exam! I was pretty sure that 40 points equaled 100%. Sure enough when the bar graph came around 40 points got me 100%! The prof adds a couple of extra credit questions to every exam so I missed a couple of questions somewhere. Still, 100%! I glanced over the other scores and saw that I was the only one. Happy Day!
Oh, and the prof drops the lowest exam score. If I can get an A on the last exam the B exam goes the way of the dodo.

Right now there is a lot of buzz on the news about the separation of Church and State. Some of the flak is just a continuation of stuff that has been going on for quite a while. It seems that there are some folks in this country who don't like the fact that most people in this country identify with one faith or another. Actually most folks in this country identify themselves as being Christian even if they have more fingers than the number of times they have been in a church...on one hand. So the number of people who think they are smart because they have done everything they can to remove God from their life are bitter that people not as smart as they are don't share their views.
What has really brought the buzz though was the recent election here in California. The biggest hot button on the ballot was Prop 8. Basically the question was whether or not homosexual couples would be allowed to marry in California. In spite of a massive advertising campaign linking the homosexual community's efforts to legalize homosexual marriage to civil rights struggles of the past the prop was passed by about 52% of the popular vote. Both sides of the issue drew a massive amount of funding from out of state. One of the biggest contributing groups was the Mormon church. Most of the funding did not come from the church itself but from Mormons all over the country. Evangelical churches were also involved in campaigning on a traditional family values platform. When the prop passed religion and the Mormon church in particular drew the wrath of the homosexual community and their allies.
No we are seeing more and more debate on the separation of Church and State. The argument is that people's religious views have no place on politics. By voting according to their religious views they are imposing religion on the rest of the country.
Actually, Church and State are indeed separated in the United States. The government of the United States does not endorse any religion. Instead the government subscribes to a concept of religion that resembles the Judeo-Christian religion but is inclusive of all religious views. The government recognizes the right of the citizens and residents of the country to practice their religions as long as they do not violate the law of the land.
So here is the thing. As a person of faith my faith affects the way I see the world. It affects my political views. Divorcing my political views from my faith would create a hypocrisy that would go beyond the hypocrisies that we are often accused of because we would be asked to deliberately vote against some of the things that we hold to be important. When I vote as a person of faith I am not voting to impose my religion on the people around me. I am not telling everyone that by law they have to espouse my religious views. No, what I am doing is voting according to what I believe in, which ironically is exactly the way the people who are telling not to vote according to my beliefs are voting.
So I guess what we see is that there are people out there who do not like my belief system. Rather than respecting that we all vote according to our belief system they expect me to suspend my belief system when I'm at the polls. Supposedly if I can suspend my belief system my values will align with theirs.
This is a representative democracy. No one tells us how we are to vote. That is the way democracies are supposed to work. This is why we are allowed to write in candidates. This is why we are not required to vote.
Please, stop pestering people about their religion and their vote. It is the freedom of any American or member of any democracy to vote however they wish. While we may not always agree with the way the majority vote we should respect their votes. That is the price we pay for living in a democracy.
Enough said.

Diving

Tonight I arrived at the gym just before Mexico and Honduras started their World Cup qualifier. Honestly, I was pretty excited about this. Growing up in the Philippines we didn't have a football team, so soccer was our biggest field sport. I grew up playing soccer in intramurals and every chance we got in P.E. I honestly enjoy the game. My enjoyment of the game doesn't match my sister's enjoyment, but that is only because I spend more time watching the game than I spend watching the men playing the game.
There was another reason why I was excited. I get on the elliptical machine for an hour. A soccer half lasts for 45 minutes plus any injury stoppage time. I figured that if I started before the game actually started I would have a few minutes head start. By the time the half ended I would be close to being done with my work out. It was the best of both worlds. I got to watch half of a World Cup soccer qualifier and had something to keep me occupied for the better part of my work out.
Then the game started.
To be honest with you there was more diving in this game than in the Olympic synchronized diving event. Mexico was playing dirty but they probably did not deserve the two red cards and the plethora of yellow cards they received. My guess is that the weather played a part in the fouls that were happening. It was raining pretty hard and there was a lot of water on the field. Still though, one would think that the refs would have taken this into account.
From what I saw it looked like Honduras had a singular approach to the game. If a Honduras player had the ball and a Mexican player had any chance of stealing the ball the Honduras player would simply fall down and start rolling in agony. They would then look around and see what the ref was doing. If the ref blew his whistle and walked toward the player he would continue rolling in agony until the foul had been awarded. Then he would get up an have an instantaneous recovery, playing as if he hadn't been severely injured, rolling on the ground just a few moments before. If on the other hand the ref didn't stop the game the player would have an expression on his face that read something like "Oh (expletive of your choice, I choose 'darnit'), the ref didn't stop the game!" He would then jump up and get back in the game like nothing had happened. The best was when a player from both teams would be rolling on the ground clutching at their knees. When the ref awarded the foul the player charged with the foul would jump up and start arguing that he was the one fouled and now cheated by the ref. Yeah, nice one there buddy!
Soccer is a fantastic game to go watch and to play. The fans of most countries not called the United States are amazing. Diving takes a lot of the joy out of the game though. Who wants to watch a team wimp it's way to a victory? If there is a clean tackle try to steal the ball back, don't stop the game by rolling on the ground so that you can get the ball back the dirty way. Honestly, who enjoys that? If I want to watch grown men get knocked over by a stiff breeze I'll watch the NBA. At least the NBA refs are just as likely to charge the person who flops as the person who might have knocked them over!
Perhaps we need to take these players and have them watch a high school girls game. You want to see players play hard and take the hits? These girls will deliver. It is more fun. I respect the players more. I am more likely to blame the ref for a bad call than get mad at a player for trying to cheat by ref.
Oh, there was a news article about a new strategy coming out of the top Italian league. Here is the link.
http://sports.yahoo.com/sow/news?slug=ap-italy-shortsdown&prov=ap&type=lgns

Naive

Sometimes it is refreshing to find out that I are more naive than I think I am. Sometimes, not always. Normally I like to think of myself as someone who is fairly aware of what is going on around me. It doesn't always look this way because I find it convenient to pretend sometimes that I am clueless. Sometimes though I am honestly clueless about what is going on.
I'm sure that you know what I'm talking about when I say that sometimes it is nice to find out that you are more naive than you thought you were. Say for instance someone has to take the time to explain a dirty joke to you. It is a nice feeling to know that your mind hasn't sunk to that level yet. Or another example is that you didn't realize that the word or term you have been using has a naughty meaning. Sure you are embarrassed about it but it sure feels good to know that the other meaning isn't at all what you meant by it.
So to get to the point last night I was walking Oso around the park. I have been slacking a bit recently in my exercise and he was making it clear that he could use the walk as well. Our local park is just down the street. There is a paved trail around the park that is about a half mile from start to finish. We do this about 8 times, starting out slowly and building up to a decent clip. By decent clip I mean that we are passing everyone else. At the corner where I start walking laps there is a handball court that is popular with a lot of the local men. Any given night there will be a group of them with their shirts off swinging, missing and cussing with equal vigor. On the other side of the sidewalk is the parking lot and a cinder block storage pen for the dumpster.
We had finished 5 laps and were starting our 6th when I noticed a really strong smell. It sort of smelled like a skunk but at the same time didn't smell like a skunk. As I walked past the people gathered there I was able to figure out that there was a vegetable smell to it. It honestly smelled like someone had taken the stench of a skunk, put it into plant form and was now burning it. It took me several more steps before I figured out what was going on.
I had to chuckle as I continued on my way. First of all I had to chuckle that people were bold enough to do that in public with so many people around. It was a real testimony to the neighborhood. The second reason I had to chuckle was because every time I smell someone smoking pot I have to pause for a minute and think about what that smell is before I finally place it. As you can probably gather my exposure to pot is infrequent and second hand by nature.
Yup, sometimes it is down right pleasant to be naive!

Same Blogger, Different Place

Blogging has always been a great way for me to let off steam. There is something about putting my thoughts down on the internet for everyone to read that allows me to relax. Sometimes it is stuff that I find to be funny. Other times it is observations on life, my faith or on rare occasions my political beliefs. Most of the time blogging serves as a very public diary.
The ironic thing about my joy in blogging is that I have never been any good at keeping a journal. I don't know how many times I tried to keep one growing up. Some people have this intimate relationship with their journals. They tell their journals all their secrets of joy, despair, love and guilt. These journals are guarded as if life depended on it. While I have never been able to get into that aspect of keeping a journal I have had no problem keeping a blog. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that blogs are public and therefore are exhibitionist in nature. I love to see how many people read my blog. Comments are always welcome! If anything keeps me going with a blog it is the excitement of seeing that people read my blog and the hope that they are either entertained or given something to think about with their day.
So what kind of blogging background do I have?
My experience with blogging actually started in college. We didn't call it blogging back then though. The school I attended had an electronic bulletin board service that had an area called a resume where each user could post any information that they wanted about themselves. Most of the student body took it as an opportunity to put out a personal ad. Some used it to tell the rest of the student body about where they came from, what they got their degree in, and where they hoped to go. Some people used it just for one liners mocking whoever was foolish enough to waste their time on said user's resume. I decided to use it to post mildly shocking but funny stories, thoughts and observations. As time moved on I included more serious rants. Slowly but surely comments began to trickle into my mailbox. Most people loved it, so I kept going with it. I continued with this "resume" for a few years after college until I got tired of all the Nigerian scams that were flooding my email box. My inner blogger went into dormancy for several years.
A couple of years ago I decided to open a Myspace account. The purpose for doing this was so that I could look at the profiles of people who were applying to the camp jobs I supervised. A coworker had shown me some of the comments that current and former employees had posted and I was amazed that these people were either still employed or were eligible for rehire. Soon after signing up though I started to post blogs. The inner blogger roared to life with a vengeance!
So here we are. Same blogger, new blog. Welcome to my life. Welcome to Inherent Extant!