This is Tyler. He and I have a dinner date every Wednesday night. It's full of stimulating conversation, mostly about playgrounds, being four, and how many pieces of pizza he'd have to eat if he ate his age. When he asked me what would happen if I had to "eat as many pizza's as you am" I told him I'd explode, which he said was "awesome" (it's his new word) and told me he'd like to see that.

Prague

I want to be here, enjoying the scenery and remembering the last time I was in this place (minus Anna Lauren's infamous cinnamon rolls...ask Lydia).

Life's little surprises!

So, have I mentioned yet that I have a new job. It's as a free lance proofreader for a "talent" agency out of Orlando. Have I also mentioned that I hate it. Yes, that's right I don't like it. It's kind of funny actually. For my entire life (well, at least since I was a junior in high school) I have wanted to work for a publishing company and edit books. And, while I like to read, I have found that I don't really like this whole proofreading thing.
Here's why: It's a non-relational job. I sit in a corner with my back to the world and I don't interrupt and I have to get pages and pages done before I can leave and I don't know the people I work with. You know what...it makes pharmacy work seem fun. YES, I did just type that, it wasn't an accident.
In the past couple of weeks I've wondered if sometimes God sits there and thinks, "You idiot, this isn't really what I have for you, but since you're so stubborn go ahead and try it. I'm telling you, you're not gonna like it. I've tried to show you the way I have for you but you are being bull-headed (again). So here, go ahead and try to have your cake and eat it too."
Now, I realize that God and I don't think alike, and that God is more kind and compassionate than I am. But, I still wonder. Anyone else know what I mean?