A diamond with a flaw is still worth more than a common stone that is perfect...

Here's a scary thought, I am leaving my wonderful home to go back to South Carolina in seven (7) days. Here's a scarier thought, I'm driving back by myself. Yep, all 25 hours (or less depending on how fast I drive...most likely less) and then I will be back to everything college. Mixed feelings arise on this thought. I'm scared about my feelings towards the upcoming school year. I kind of feel like right now I'm a little kid standing at the concrete edge of the deep end at the pool. I know I have to do this but I'm still trying to muster up enough courage to just jump into it. It's going to be one of those things I'm sure that it'll be fine once I get into it, but it's a matter of getting into it. Ah, the old familiar tune of every college student's woes. Anyway, I get back to Anderson the 8th I think and then I don't have to, I get to attend Admissions office (re) training for 8 hours a day, 3 days in a row.
Ahem, moving on! My best friend has been in town since last week and it's been a ton of fun, mostly we've just been hanging out, but of course any time is enjoyable. One night we went to go see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I liked it for the most part except for the one undeniable fact that the producers of the movie made a severe error with the Oompa Loompas, or should I say the Oompa Loompa that was digitally repeated. Truly a low point of the movie. I hated the oompa loompa so much that it really just made me want throw up. Their songs were awful and I thought that they just tried to make them too tiny that is was kinda creepy. I dreaded the moments when they came on screen. Anyway, enough from Ebert and Gillian.
I don't really have that much to say right now. Nope...nothing's coming to mind. I'm sure all of you are very jealous of my amazingly adventurous life. Well, try not to be too envious, your time will come.

Still I wonder...

*Sigh* I'm not even sure what to write tonight, but I just felt like posting something...anything, so pardon me if this blog post is a bit roundabout or not really cogent, but I'm just going to write what comes out.

Sometimes when I stop to reflect about my life and where God has led me thus far, I am just completely amazed. Especially when I consider how I have changed. One of the biggest areas that is evident to me is coming out in deciding on my future plans. If you were to ask me even just 7 or 8 months ago what I would be doing after I graduate, I would have said "I'm going to be a great residential interior designer in Denver living in a nice apartment somewhere near downtown" and that has been my dream for a long time really. Not to say that the dream is completely gone, but when I stop to think about it now, if someone were to ask me now, If I'm being honest, I will say "I'm not exactly sure anymore. I used to know exactly what I wanted to do, but somehow, maybe that has changed." I guess that's growing up huh? Still, it seems so contradictory to my normal self. I've always been the ambitious girl who's known what she's wanted since forever and will work herself to death to get there. Now, I'm still trying to figure out if that dream that had been in place for so long is really going to be how it turns out.
How do I say this, though? To everyone that expects me to still have that same drive? How do I say that I'm not exactly sure that my future plans are what's right for me? I try to picture myself in this upcoming school year, when I should be focused on getting a spectacular internship and learning as much as I can in my chosen career path, but when I think about it and the dedication it will take, I question whether or not I will have the heart to do it. I've always struggled with the profession and the materialism and greed that is so present in it, and now more than ever, I wonder if I'm cut out for it, and can tolerate it. Because, honestly, I wonder if it's still as important to me as it was.
Maybe you've already guessed it, but a lot of these feelings surfaced after the trip to Peru. Sometimes it seems that maybe I'm being called more to the ministry, and when I consider the work that God may be calling me for, it really makes getting a good interior design job pale in comparison. These are just the thoughts that I've been wrestling with lately. I don't think that I made a mistake in choosing Interior Design as a major, if I hadn't, I never would have been in Anderson. So I guess I'm saying I don't regret the path that I've taken (or rather been led down) but I also wonder how far along this path I'm supposed to go. I'm pretty sure that I am supposed to finish college first, actually I know I'm supposed to finish college, but like I said, I wonder how far down this path I'm supposed to go, and if I'm supposed to be thinking about a job in the ministry, how do I focus on finishing school first, and again, is that what I'm supposed to do? I think part of this has to do with God teaching me to be patient and trust Him to be my strength, even if I don't feel like dealing with Ms. Martin for another 2 years (Which I don't feel like by the way) but I think I just really need to be encouraged that I am doing the right thing by sticking with school because I'm not sure I will have the motivation to do it if I'm not sure. Does that make sense? I just...I don't know.
I have this friend Doris Saldana that I met down in Peru and God has just amazingly placed her in my life. She's Catholic, but I don't think a very devout Catholic and her boyfriend Peter is agnostic. We got to talk about her profession alot (She's a lawyer) and that really just sparked a friendship there, I've been exchanging e-mails back and forth with her and I've just been trying to share the Gospel alot with her and encourage her because Peter right now is really depressed. Bailey and I have both been sharing Bible passages with her and I sent her a gift too (a Spanish/English Law dictionary to help her practice her english) and she was just so thankful. She said that she knows that God put Bailey and I in her life at just the right time, a low point when she needed alot of encouragement, and it's God's workings especially like this one that just encourage me so much. She's even started going to church, one of the missionary churches in Trujillo! It really just makes me think about my life in a different perspective, especially about what's REALLY important. And when I think about things like that, I wonder exactly how important it is to live in a downtown apartment with a great business. Would I really be happy there?
I know that you can be a witness wherever you are and it's not about who's a better Christian than whomever else, but I wonder if God is calling me to be a witness to those who may not have had the same opportunities that we as americans have. I know that everything happens for a reason in every single person's life, and when I reminisce about different events in my life, I wonder if they have been put there as preparation for carrying out a calling to serve. For instance, my grandma and her mission, learning even from a young age about helping others. By the time I was 7, I'd probably seen more poverty stricken areas than some people may ever see in person. I'm not trying to sound egotistical or like I'm bragging or anything at this point, but I'm just thinking out loud (or rather in written form). I've said that I haven't gone through any major tragedies in my life and someone once said that I'm solid in my faith. I know that humans fall alot, but I suppose that so far, I am confident in my faith. Don't take that the wrong way, I know how sinful I am, but I know that the only thing I have to boast is Christ, and It is my stronghold. The passage in Corinthians (the one I always refer to) that speaks of different gifts of the Spirit, the passage has been on my mind alot and it makes me wonder if that maybe one of the gifts that God has given me is the confidence and solidity in Him. Again, none of this is my doing, please please please don't think I have any faith in myself, but I want to share that confidence in the Gospel with others so that they can experience the joy found only in Christ.

Man, this post got long. These are just thoughts that I have been having in my head alot lately. It's funny what happens when you just start to write and don't necessarily have a specific goal in mind. I'm sure everyone knows I have about a million more pages of thoughts about this, but it's late. Most people probably didn't read this (probably for the best too) I'm sure that this post will reveal alot of my needs and weaknesses, but if you did happen to stick it out, please pray for me. I don't necessarily even know what to pray for, I suppose mainly for patience as I wait for God to clearly show me my future path and the strength to walk down that path confidently in Him, whatever path he chooses. God's blessings.

"The Wonderer"

I'm travel-size for your convenience!

Oh man was WaterWorld Fun. What a trip. I hadn't been there in forever! But Missy and Ruth and Joleen and I had a ton of fun. There's this giganto wave pool there and every I think 5 minutes a giant tidal wave comes out. If you haven't been there it's hard to explain, but it was a blast. Water slides everywhere and my personal favorite- the Lazy River. It's soo relaxing and it was just wonderful to be there with my best friends. We were there all day (i.e. from 10-6) and I have some pretty wicked tan lines now. My back got a tiny bit burned, but that's just because I didn't put sunscreen on my back, other than that, my skin is beginning to look more in touch with my hispanic roots. I try to tell people that my mom's family is Hispanic, but my dad's genes pretty much monopolized me. Eh, oh well.

So that's been the highlight of my week. Tomorrow I get to housesit again for the weekend and who knows what after that...You never can tell with Crazy ol' Gillian. Watch out...

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world...

Well, here I sit. I can't say that I have anything too important or worthwhile to talk about. Nothing incredibly tremendous happened today, but I didn't want to leave my last post up too long to stew so I thought I would change it up a little bit.
Missy and Joleen made it here safely today!!!! It's always so much fun to have them here, I don't get to see them enough, but now that Joleen is moving back from Minnesota, hopefully we'll see alot more of each other. Plus it gives Missy a reason to come and visit more, yay! Tomorrow we're going to Waterworld, which used to be the largest waterpark in America, I don't know if it still is or not, but it's still fun!
So as you can see, I don't really have a whole lot on my mind right now, mostly just trying to enjoy the next couple weeks with my friends before I head back out to South Carolina- land of accents, poor grammar, ridiculous humidity, and fried everything. I'm looking forward to getting back to school. Not so much for the school part in fact, but It'll be nice to get back to seeing friends and getting back to RUF and everything. Plus, every day will get me closer to being done. I'm excited to see where God will lead me once I graduate. This next year is probably going to be alot of changes for me...big changes with future plans and alot of other stuff like that, so I'm anxious to see how it turns out, and how I'll handle it. Hopefully with trust and patience. I'll definitely need alot of help from God. Well, I think that's about it for now. Nothing too exciting has happened today, although I did get something called a myspace invitation to some group called the College Bar Scene. I don't even know what that myspace thing is, let alone why anyone would invite me to the bar scene one. What a crazy world.

What did the fish say when it hit a wall? "Dam!"

Ok This will be a long post. First of all, I hope you all laughed at the joke, I thought it was clever. So I found out today that my admissions office job training or team building or whatever it is called is going to run from 8:30 till 4:30 Wednesday the 10th till Friday the 12th...ouch. And then, apparently, we may be helping the freshman move in on the 13th...double ouch. I love my job, and whatever job I have, I am a dedicated and hardworker, but unfortunately, I'm not a big fan of teambuilding training stuff with jobs, it's just not my nature. And usually the effect only lasts 2-3 weeks before everyone settles back into normality. I don't think it's a waste of time, but I have trouble going into those things with alot of enthusiasm because I know the coming pattern is inevitable. Hey, it's human nature. Anyway, it's a paycheck and I will take my post without a further complaint. And I suppose I maybe could feign a little excitement this year.

The Peru Sunday School is over! It wasn't so bad actually. I spoke for an hour straight....by myself. That's the longest I've ever spoken in public. A far cry from 8-10 minute speeches for a grade. Had I prepared and thought about it more, I may have been a little more worried about it, because looking back on it, an hour seems fairly daunting right now. Oh well, it's done. I didn't practice what I was going to say but it turned out alright. One story did come out of it though, there's this lady at my church, and we won't call her Gail and we won't make it known that she can be sometimes...enthusiastic with sharing opinions and "suggestions", even when they are not wanted or asked for in any sort of way. Anyway, this lady who we haven't named shows up 25 minutes late for Sunday school and leaves about 15 minutes before the end right when I ask for the class to split up into 2 groups and pray. I also won't say that I sometimes get frustrated with the seemingly flippant attitude some people at my church (not just this one) have towards church and reverence and stuff like that. Anyway! So after the Peru presentation, I felt pretty good about it, and I guess alot of people were really interested in the mission and stuff because my mom said alot of people came up and said stuff to her (good stuff, I assume) Oh, and I think there's a rumor beginning at my church now that I'm going to be a missionary. How about that. So after talking with a few people I'm about to leave and I was literally 3 feet from the door when I see not-Gail chasing after me (seriously chasing) and my first thought, though not the most Christian-like thing to think was "Crap." Because I knew nothing good could come of this, But I smiled and said Hi and not-Gail goes "Ok, a couple things, first I liked the Sunday School presentation, I mean, I wasn't there for the beginning of it, actually I wasn't there for the end of it, but I did see some in the middle and the part that I heard seemed really interesting, but I want to give you some criticism, but I'm not being mean about it I just need to tell you this..." As she's saying all this and some other stuff too, I was trying really hard not to have that really incredulous look on my face, so I just nod, and she continues "You probably shouldn't talk so much in the middle about the stuff that isn't important and you shouldn't say um and you shouldn't say uh, and I can say this stuff because sometimes I judge debates so I know. And of course, I'm just helping you for when you present this stuff again. When are you doing this again?" Me: "Um, never?" "Oh, well, I thought you would..." And she continued on for a little while with some stuff that I was definitely not listening to, because I was busy thinking "so...the 20 minutes that you were there for, did you listen at all to what I was saying, you know, about God, and helping people and teaching the Gospel?" Somehow that conversation thankfully ended, and I walked away with a somewhat bad taste in my mouth. I mean, it's one thing to give tips after a school speech or something, especially if someone asks for the tips, but to come up and criticize (be it constructive or not) if someone does not ask for it, especially after you missed the majority walked in late and left early clearly without any shame while someone was speaking on a topic that is very close to her heart seems a little audacious to me.

I know I'm probably being ridiculously indignant, and it's stupid to take it to heart, but I guess I just got a little upset because things like this happen at my church...alot, and I think the part that I'm taking the hardest is that I feel like she missed maybe even just brushed off what I was trying to share and encourage others with. But not only that, it just didn't matter, and I get frustrated especially at my church with sometimes what appears to be a major lack of sincerity and dedication to the Gospel. And I don't know how to deal with that. I'm just venting right now, and I have a lot to say about this, but I don't have the energy to go into it too much now, but pray for me that I can be patient and pray I guess for my church, that...well I don't even know what exactly.

Anyway, now the fluffier side of this blogpost. I went to the dentist again today for another filling. I don't know why, I brush twice a day and floss and take care of my teeth, but my dentist is kind of excited about doing fillings. well I went and they stuck the swab of numbing what not in my mouth to numb my left upper cheek before they gave me the shot to numb my face (which I still hate by the way) Phew, good thing they gave me that swab to my upper left cheek before the dentist came in and gave me the shot on my lower left gum. Total waste of a good swab. But it wasn't too bad, I suppose. I think my biggest fear at the dentist is that they will slip while holding one of the sharp tools and pierce my tongue, or lip, or gum, depending on which way they slip. But I'm done with dentists for this year! Yay!!!

Well I suppose that's it for now, it's a long post, but needed to get some thoughts off. Feel free to comment if I'm being stupid about the situation. I don't want to be unloving or harsh, but that's been on my mind. Other than that, Best Friend Missy comes tomorrow!!!! I'm sooo excited! Best Friend's Sister Joleen is moving back to Colorado from Minnesota, so pray for them and their safety. I probably won't write much while they are here, but I'll try to post when I can. I hope everyone is doing well! Goede Nacht iedereen! (It's Dutch...like me...NOT!)

And all that jazz...

So it's been a few days since my last post. I'm sure my audience has been craving the next installment of my blog as much as everyone was eagerly awaiting the 6th Harry Potter (which I definitely am the proud owner of now!) Yep, I took my cousin and our exchange student Miguel to the Harry Potter Midnight Madness party and our Barnes and Noble to get the new book. I'll say it was for the kids sake, but I am a fan of harry potter myself and enjoyed it just as much. I know I'm a big nerd but hey, at least I can read. yeah...

This week hasn't been too exhaustingly eventful, donated plasma again, and Ruth's birthday was on Thursday so I went over to her house for a family party and ended up spending the night. We played Disney's Scene it, which is an awesome game, it was a ton of fun, because those that know me know what an amazingly huge disney dork I am. Then we played regularly Scene It, which is also a fun game, but some of those questions are HARD. For instance, Can you name Ernest Hemingway's two actress granddaughters? Yeah I didn't think so. But it was still fun. Then today was Jon's (Ruth's boyfriend) birthday and we went to Chatfield Resevoir for a party. They had jet skis and I was gonna go but the one had something wrong and it kept flooding, and I had to leave early anyway, because I'm housesitting again for the same people and came to take care of the animals.

So that's pretty much been my week. Tomorrow, I have to lead Sunday school at my church. It's not really even leading, I'm just gonna be talking about Peru. I procrastinated alot with putting my thing together so I just finished it about 30 minutes ago. Oh well, it's done. I'm not really one for preparing so much before speaking. I like to wing it. Actually what usually happens is that I pray right before for God to give me the words to say what He wants me to and everything always ends up ok. I have a little outline about what I want to talk about, but nothing too indepth. Hopefully it goes well.

I suppose that's it for now. Things are kind of unchanging for me right now, I don't really feel like I'm going through anything major right now spiritually or otherwise. I'm just kind of enjoying God's blessings that are always present. I just pray that He'll keep me in His care and use me for whatever purpose He has.

Plasmapheresis- from the greek term meaning 25 dollars

Today marked the day of my best friend Ruth and I going to donate (i.e. Sell) plasma for the first time. It wasn't that bad, although Ruth got a little woozy because she didn't eat enough breakfast or something, but she didn't really pass out. Close though. And as the lady stuck the needle in my arm, she says "Oh man, you have a roller" "Um.....should I be concerned?" Nah, my vein apparently kept moving around, I suppose it didn't really feel like being punctured. Neither did I after she had to literally dig around my arm for about a minute and a half with those big PVC pipe-sized needles they use. Now I'm not squemish about needles and such, which is probably a good thing, because she was really going at it. Eventually she found the vein and 45 minutes later I was on my way with a fresh wound that makes me look like a heroine addict. The reason Ruth and I went to the plasma place is because they pay you for your plasma. 25 bucks this time, and an extra 40 when we go again on Friday. Ruth and I are broke and jobless. so, we'll take what we can get. Oh yeah, I suppose plasma donation saves lives too, or something humanly decent like that. So that was my fun adventure for the day.

I'm trying to think of other things to say, but I don't really think I have anything else worthwhile. Nope not really, although today I did read a story in the newspaper about how some lady's 1500 pound pet camel sat on the neighbor who was painting the fence and the neighbor had to use her cell phone to call the police. I thought that was interesting. I didn't think people would have their cell phones with them while painting fences.


Just kidding. Later.

I suppose this is what's known as just one of those days...

Today was....

I don't know how or rather if I want to finish that sentence. I don't suppose today could be particularly described as horrible. But I don't feel like my day was particularly bright either. Well, whatever today was, it made me realize exactly how important my personal alone time is for my proper functioning. And when I say alone time, I mean alone alone. Some people can just go into their room even with other people in the house and that's sufficient. Sometimes it is for me too, but not today. I needed to get out of the house, or else I thought I was going to go crazy. I love my family, but I can feel myself getting closer and closer to that point in my life where I cannot live at home. I need to live on my own and be my own responsible adult. I love home, obviously, but whenever I come back for a long period of time, I always feel like I've taken a step back as far as "growing up" is concerned. It makes it sound like I hate my home or something ridiculous like that. I don't. Anyone that knows me knows I don't, but anyone that knows me also knows that I'm probably somewhat of an independent spirit that thrives on doing things myself. Unfortunately for that side of me, I am in somewhat of a limbo here. I don't have a job that will support my living on my own, nor do I have any of the essential elements of living on my own, including a college degree, an apartment, or again, a job that will support me. So...sigh...I guess I'll just have to be patient and work hard so that when my time does come (soon enough I'm sure) I will be able to be my very own responsible caretaker. Until then...I guess I'll just have to get out when I can. =)

On a lighter note. I went to the dentist today and they numbed one entire side of my face in order to fill one tiny cavity. Hmm, overkill? Maybe. I always hate it when they numb me, because I drool and don't notice until it's down my shirt. Gross. Oh well. And speaking of going to the dentist, may I just say that if you ever decide to become a dental office receptionist, Do not, I repeat Do NOT be a jerk to the patients. Don't act all huffy and frustrated when you're trying to set up appointments for college students that attend college out of state and will not be there when the time is most convenient for you. Why? Because it makes your dental patients cranky and it makes them not want to go back to the dentist ever. So in conclusion, future dental receptionists, just don't be a jerk. that's all there is to it.

I'm still a little bitter from my plight with Recept-Thor today. oh well. Won't be seeing her for awhile. I think that's about it for now, I have alot more thoughts running through my head, but none that I particularly wish to divulge. That whole fortress thing about my feelings...you understand. Well, Good night!

The Cordovas- kind of like the Sopranos, but slightly less menacing

Well, Fourth of July has come and gone and I don't know about you guys, but mine was completely boring. Absolutely nothing happened.....

That's a total lie. My fourth of July was wonderful, and of course, as promised, I have a Cordova family story to tell. Well, I'll tell you first about my day. We woke up and then decided to take Miguel to a true American event...The Greeley Stampede! What is the Greeley Stampede, you ask? Ah, yes, well to the non-westerner, the Greeley Stampede is only the biggest fourth of july Rodeo in the world. Yep! We went to the rodeo and saw everything! The barrel races, mutton bustin, Steer wrestling, calf roping, bronc busting, and of course, the big mack daddy of all rodeo events- Professional Bull Riding! It was pretty fun, I like watching them, although I can't imagine the chiropractic bills for the riders. Sheesh. So the rodeo was good and we got to introduce Miguel to the wonders of event/carnival type food- the corn dogs, the turkey legs, the BBQ, the fried everything. He ate 3 hot dogs and fried potatoes and of course, a funnel cake. Top that off with a fresh squeezed lemonade, and you'd never know he was a Spaniard...

So after the rodeo was over with we moseyed on back to Denver for a quick hour long rest before we headed up to the foothills of the mountains to Golden, CO where my uncle lives. If you don't know, Coors Brewery is in Golden, it's a nice town. Well anyway, My uncle lives in an apartment above Meyer's Hardware and we have roof access...I think I explained this in the last post, So pardon the redundancy. Anyway, While we were waiting for the burgers to cook, we decided it would be a good time to set off the fireworks my cousin and miguel bought. We set them off in the parking lot behind my uncle's building. It's funny, because my uncle always freaks out that the police are going to come and arrest us for shooting off the fireworks (did I mention the fireworks are kind of illegal because of the high wildfire risk?) But we're careful and nowhere near any sort of vegetation, so there we are setting off the fireworks and people are walking by on their way to get their seats at the park, so people obviously see us shooting off these fireworks. And as we're lighting the last one, I see a cop car drive by going in the opposite direction, so I say (partially kidding) "I think it's it time to go back inside, I just saw a cop car." Actually I really said "Everybody inside! It's the Fuzz!!" And so we all go inside quickly, and it's kind of a good thing. Once we got back up to the roof we were all by the edge looking over waiting for the big fireworks to start, and then the two bicycle cops ride up to the parking lot, Survey the empty fireworks shells and just start shaking their heads. Previous to us realizing that they were cops on the bikes, my 11 yr old cousin Daniel says, while holding a fistful of bottlerockets "haha, wouldn't it be funny if we shot the bottlerockets while the bicyle guys were close by to scare them?" I said "Danny, I think those are cops." He sheepishly said oh, and then proceeded to try and hide the bottle rockets by putting them behind his back. The bike cops saw us up on the roof, but only said "Hey, you guys have a great seat for the fireworks show!" We of course played dumb innocent middle class americans, and just smiled and waved. So there you have it, another Cordova family Fourth of July, Arrest-free, but closer than we've ever come to getting nabbed.

Oh yeah, the fireworks were good too.

13 days until Harry Potter!!!!

So Miguel made it here safely and is settled (more or less) into the Baikie Household. He's a fun kid. Just your typical freckle-faced braces happy go lucky tennis playing Spaniard. It was funny the first night when our family ate dinner, our aunt's family eats dinner with us about 3 times a week or so and we were just being our typical selves (i.e. loud) and Miguel was just sitting there wide eyed at the whole thing. I think perhaps we may have overwhelmed him a bit, but we've explained (multiple times) that regular Americans aren't like us, that we were crazy, but later he said "It's ok, I like crazy better." So there you have it. We've taken him around to different places and went to a family friend's party so he's met alot of people. So far so good! Oh, and the good thing, is that I have found a kindred spirit as far as Harry Potter goes. So on July 15th around 10pm or so, Miguel, my cousin Danny and I will be at our local Barnes and Noble for the Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince book release. Nerdy? To a T, but It'll be fun I'm sure.

Tomorrow is our Annual Fourth of July day bash. We all go up to my Uncle's apartment in a town called Golden. The city of Golden does their big fireworks display and the park where they shoot them off is about 4 blocks from my uncle's apartment where we have roof access. So we get a little mini grill and get all the food and go up to the roof and sit around and tell the same funny stories over and over (See my Thanksgiving day post for the typical order of the festivities) and then at 9 o'clock when the fireworks are supposed to start, but don't, everyone gets all flustered wondering whether or not they will actually shoot off the fireworks. And the conversation typically goes like this: "Did anyone check to make sure?" "Alex, I thought you knew!" "How am I supposed to know?" "Well, Dangit, you live here!" "Yeah, but I was getting everything else ready! Why didn't YOU check?" "Well someone get a paper and check" "Alex, where are the papers!?" "Check in the back by the-" And then when the fireworks start about 9:04, everyone at the same time says "OH!!!!!!" and then we watch the fireworks from our front row seats and give the typical "Oooh's and Aaah's" It's all very American...with the little Hispanic touch. I'm obviously completely looking forward to it.

Well, that's about it for now, hopefully I'll post some funny stories if some should arise (if? HA) and then I'll tell you all about the latest Cordova misunderstanding (which most likely will this time involve Miguel....poor kid will never see it coming) Well, I'm out for now, gonna go reserve my copy of Harry Potter. Happy Fourth of July Everyone!