Lots of stuff going on today,
but first--

*bellow* MY KINGDOM FOR A FREAKIN' LOZENGE!
*falls on bean bag chair*
Mweh, my throat was getting sore yesterday and I had hoped it would be better when I woke up. Guess not. I also slept for 11 hours last night, which is very unusual for me (and the dreams that dwelt down those long halls of the night...also very bizarre (quite frankly, too bizarre to warrant posting)). But sleeping helped my eyes to stop hurting.
(Didn't do anything for the whining, heh.)

So Mom wants me to take a day off of work to go meet with one of her co-workers about this potential job offer he found for me. I just took off for my birthday, and taking another day off is really going to hurt my money flow, but if it gets me a better job, I'm for it. However, as much as I love my mom, if this job thingy doesn't pan out either, then I'm going to have every right to do things my way from now on.
Fortunately for the whole lot of us, my darling little Jackee is ready to pick up a shift for me. We figured the sooner I leave, the sooner she could take my schedule, heh. (And the sooner the customers will stop saying, "Hey, you're not Ginny!" >_>) So now we wait.

Tonight I'm going to be a model. As soon as the pictures come out next week, I'll put them up, promise.

And a minor longing popped back up last night. My current congregation no longer has enough people to continue the children's ministry, so I don't get to play Theo the dog puppet anymore. =(
I was doing a forced clean last night (result of that shampooing bit) and found one of Dad's service folders sitting around (he still goes to our other church). I flipped through casually, and saw a note about Caraway St. needing volunteers so they could be full time again. Anotherwords, they are strong enough to exist, but they want to have a greater impact, so they need help.
Mom would give me no rest if she knew I even went near the old church again. And there's no way to sneak around her (besides, that's just a little rude, and would entail a greater uglier fit if I somehow sneaker for a while and then she found out).
Is it wrong for me to say I only want to go back to be in Caraway St again? I have my reasons for leaving that church, I still stand by them, and I'm not about --

Ouch.
Heaven-sent answers poke like a stick to the stomach when it's an answer you don't want.
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...but...
...but I still want to do something with puppets and children. (Not full-time teach them, God forbid (and I mean that!) no!)

Mrrhmm...my brain just deadlined from those last few lines and refuses to say anymore, so rejoice and be free! (Long post, sorry. ^^)

Try something new today, and don't worry about the opinion of those that don't have a great influence in your life.