Ya know what I think. I think instead of "Phuck the Phelps" we should "Help the Phelps" and start living like the Christians we are supposed to be. Fred Phelps is the way he is because of many things in his life I'm sure, but I think that all the proclaimed Christians in the world who tell him that he's going to Hell and that he's a horrible person and blah blah blah are just making things worse. I mean seriously, the guy obviously has issues, but (and I hate to be cliche) What would Jesus do?

Now that I've had my little rant, I would just like to say that I have never personally come into contact with Fred Phelps and that I'm sure it would be very difficult to show love to a man like that, but I'm pretty sure I could at least keep my opinions in my own head...

So, here we go again. I'm enrolling for college, yet a different college than the previous two that I've been to in the last two years. It's still exciting. Yes, school is exciting. I know, I'm a freak; oh well.

Well, since I haven't updated since July (hehe) I suppose I should clue everyone in on what's been up lately. To the whole 2 people (that's stretching it) who will actually read this:

Got married, wait, already posted that.

Got a job, work at the Medicine Shoppe in Chanute, Kansas. Although I doubt my sanity for being employed by people who can't spell shop correctly, it's actually a pretty good job. I like the people I work with a lot more than I did in Iola, but I think that's mostly because I couldn't relate to the people in Iola. Except for my mom, of course. It's neat, because I'm going to get my technician's license (which means a big pay raise, yay!).

Learned to shop on a budget (for both groceries and clothing). Yeah, it kind of sucks, but hey, when you get married you aren't exactly rich. Unless you marry an old rich guy who's about to croak so you can have all his money.

Finally got my deep fryer out after three months of being married.

Ooh oh!!! Here's a good one! I. learned. how to COOK!!!! And yes Katie (if you read this) I can cook something besides pasta. I hope you're proud; I'm not white trash anymore!! Haha.

Oh yea, I suppose I should explain enrolling at NCCC. Well, I'm going to nursing school. At least that's the plan for now. I might try to get an EMT's license as well because I still have the deep desire to be a doctor and an EMT is pretty darn close; then again so is a nurse if you work in the right area.

Ok, I'm starting to stretch for entertainment here (not that any of this was entertaining in the first place) so I'm gonna call it quits. Bye bye!

There is no disappointment such as that when sitting in the sweltering heat of the summer months of Kansas at a garage sale when a prospective customer (your only one in hours) stops on the side of the road, looks out their car window for a minute, and then drives away.

Bah-Humbug