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I have a confession to make January 25, 2005
I like Lionel Richie. He is rated 90 on my Launchcast. I know you are laughing but I am not ashamed ;^P
Moving on January 18, 2005
Time has passed. I have a new job. I like it. I still really miss working at Foresight. It was the perfect job. Until they moved to North Carolina. So I’ve been looking for the new “Foresight” ever since. This new job definitely has the potential to be that. Small company. Laid back people. I get to handle all the accounting and office stuff. You know what that means. John may be the President, but I’m the real boss around there 
I have a real office with a window and chairs and pretty pictures on the wall. And the coffee even tastes better here (Do you think that’s just psychological? Am I just wearing rose-colored tastebuds here?).
The baby quest is still on. I feel like I’m constantly on the fence about it. Some moments I really want to get pregnant and go through the whole testing and trying and then other moments I would just rather forget the whole thing. But the latter feeling is just out of exhaustion. I know deep down that I really would like to have one and if this testing and trying works then it will be more than worth it. But what if it doesn’t work? That’s what I’m afraid of. All that work for nothing. Just more heartache. Argh. But Mike really wants one (actually now he says he would like to have two… he’s awfully optimistic) so that encourages me to keep hoping.
There’s a great worship song playing on Launchcast. Hmm. I think God must really love me. Still not sure why. I mean, I’m such a screw up. I say I’ll do things and then I don’t. And I try all the time to run my own life. And I rarely think of others’ needs before my own. The list goes on. But he still gives me good things. Why is that?
