Yesterday, after a 3 1/2 hour poke-my-eyes out, shoot-me-now mandatory training, where I learned (I use that term extremely loosely because I couldn't see the screen where they were showing us how to do everything and I learn better when I am hands-on doing something so I will have to relearn everything anyway) the new paperless system that we will be going to in July at work, I had to fill out a form for my electronic signature. For some reason, they ask for your home address. Without any hesitation whatsoever, I began by writing 470. As soon as I wrote it, I stopped and new it wasn't correct, but it took a few seconds of my liquefied brain to figure out that I had just started to write my Georgia address. The same address that I haven't lived at for 10 years. When I scratched it out, I just stared at the blank trying to figure out what my correct address is. I finally gave up after tossing some random numbers out into thin air. I got my checkbook out of my purse and consulted my checks for the address that I have been living at for almost 6 years. And then I called it a day and went home :).
Let's see. I am in my thirties and single. I love spending time with my family, friends, reading, playing games, and spectating (but not playing) sports. I was born in Illinois, raised in Georgia, and went to graduate school in Texas. I now live back in Illinois. I work at an agency doing in-home therapy with kids and their families. I attend Bethany Baptist Church and work with AWANA, volunteer in the nursery, and am active in the Career class. My favorite drink is Dr. Pepper (I even like Dr. Pepper Jelly Bellies). Winter is my favorite time of year and in the winter I love to curl up with a good book and a mug of hot chocolate.