Smallest Church in America
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Yesterday, I went to the Smallest Church in America. I had spent the night on the spare bed at Joey's the night before, fighting, again, about my troubles in life. He was the one that got me off on that tangent. I stayed at his house because I didn't want to go home, but I didn't have the money for a motel, either. As soon as I woke up, I got dressed, got in my car, picked up a more comfortable shirt at Target, and got on the road to the church. I had seen it last week on the way to Brunswick and thought it would be cool to take a few photos of it. This photo here is of the back stained glass window with only natural sunlight lighting the glass. While I was there, I left a note in the guestbook and wrote a prayer in the prayer book. I just felt so indifferent when I woke up yesterday. On my way back to Savannah from the church, I dorve into Sunbury and visited the cemetery there. There wasn't much. I did take a few photos of the place.

When I got home, I uploaded the photos from the morning. A few hours later, I get a call from Joey. He needed to take me up on my offer of helping him move home to Fayetteville. So, he called, told me to grab my clothes, and just spend the night on the couch. That way, when he's ready to leave this morning, much of the packing has been done. So, Matthew took the seats out of the van and I packed. So, I spent another night at Joey's home. When I got here, I backed the van into his driveway to make packing easier. That is the first time I have ever done anything like that in this van. His parents also arrived back from their small trip to South Carolina around the same time I pulled up. I got to talking to Harold, Joey's step-father, about history and Harold wants to show me some historical sites up near Fayetteville. I told Harold I just have to be back at my therapist's office at 2:00 PM on Monday.

Their family friend promised Joey as a graduation gift, he'd take Joey out to dinner. It ended up being the same group from graduation plus the family friend. We went to Outback. We all had a nice dinner. On the way back to diner, I check my phone and see it's my brother's phone. It was Beth calling. She was pancking about some CDs that got left in the car inadventinly while cleaning. I thought I had left them in the house, but I didn't. She and Nicki proceeded to harp on me about it. They wanted me to check the van. I told them I wasn't near the van - I had gone out to dinner in the parents' van. I had to hang up on them 3 times it got so bad. Yes, Beth had the right to be upset, but my sisters took it too far. There was a simple solution to the problem, but with me not being at the car, I couldn't solve the problem just yet. They even called my father to get him into this mess. That disturbed my father. He agreed with me, but was just so sick of the panicking by all his daughters.

This all happened with Joey around me. This is the type of thing he's trying to help me with. He thinks I buckle under presure from my family. So, as I was trying to handle the situtation the best I can without being a bitch to my sisters, he's in the background saying what I want to say. He's telling me what to do. He also assisted me with finding the CDs. And then, he starts up the talk from the past 2 weeks about me developing a backbone with my sisters. He got on me the most for aplogiing to my father. Joey felt I didn't own my father one. I felt I did, not for what happened, but for how he felt. This time, I wasn't upset. In a way, he was right. But also, I was proud of how I took care of my sisters. I tried to handle it in a diplomatic way with them and try to make Beth see it wasn't the end of the world. We got her straightened out.

So, I didn't have the chance to do the Thursday Threesome: Fife and Drum?

Onesome: Fife-- Barney? ...a musical instrument? ...the number after 'four'? What came to mind when you saw this week's title? I thought of a flute. I hate Barney Fife.

Twosome: and--do you recall a painting of a fife and drum set with a flag? No? Maybe one of our American History majors can link it in... You mean this one:

This may not be the right one, but it's close enough.

Threesome: Drum--lines? Do you love them? ...or do you even know they exist? I'm wondering if this is an "Eastern" thing... They are very interesting to watch.

Mercedes
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And I just found out about it. It's a collaboration between Richard and Matt Scannell of Vertical Horizon. I don't know how it's being distributed. I guess via Richard's site. I wish there was more information. I do want it. I haven't really listened to Richard in a while. Still, he has an influence in my life. As soon as I find out more information, I'll update the Richard Marx Discography I maintain.

I hung out with Joey for a couple of hours yesterday. Before I left, I looked at his dog, Mercedes. She's the dog pictured. She was looking at me like she didn't want me to leave. So, I looked at her and asked her did she want to go home with me. I wasn't really going to take her home. Joey overheard the remark and started to lecture me about that dog was not leaving that house and that she is a very jealous dog. That dog is mentally connected to only him. I know Mercedes is his baby, and I respect that. I just don't think he has seen that Mercedes has developed a relationship with me. I am not going to replace Joey in Mercedes' heart. She always runs to Joey over me. But with the amount of time I have spent with Joey, including taking that dog along with Joey to Fayetteville back in December, she has gotten to know me and trust me. Monday night, when I got to Joey's place before he did, she was out on the front stoop. She knows the sound of my car and she knows me. She ran from the stoop to my side at my car and greeted me. She was happy to see me. He didn't see it, and I didn't tell him about it. A few days prior to that, she got in my lap without me telling her to. I have been nice to that dog and earned her trust. Joey just hasn't seen it. He needs to open his eyes a bit.

Today, I applied for some more jobs online. I'm going to be positive about it today. Hopefully I'll hear from something, soon.

[♪ Listening to: "Wild Life" - Richard Marx]

So yesterday, I did go see the therapist. It was a long session; an hour and a half to be precise, but I know I needed it. It was a generalized session. And it wasn't like he didn't diagnose something new with me. Intellectually, I know I'm nuts. It the emotional part that has trouble coming to terms with my insanity. He said things I needed to hear and I'll see him again next week. I thank the Lord for finding this guy. My father's been wanting me to see someone that specializes in mental health since he knows he can't help me. Sometimes, we just trust strangers more than our own family and friends.

Last night, I picked up Gone with the Wind and The Sound of Music on DVD. I went to a movie store with Joey and his uncle. I was hoping to find Chances Are on DVD. After watching Iron Man, I just wanted to see another Robert Downey, Jr. movie. I didn't realize I had a little thing for him, but I do. I love Chances Are and I was one of the few that probably saw Only You in the theater. I did pick up some good movies I had always wanted on DVD, but they were each at a price that was worth the weight.

Today, I got a phone call about a job. And I can't reply. Seems I was contacted Friday via e-mail. I never got the e-mail. The headhunter called me to see did I read about it. She left her first name and the name of the company she worked for, but nothing else. She didn't leave a callback number and one didn't register with my phone or voice mail. And I never got the e-mail. It was sent to my business Gmail account. It's not in the spam box for that account. Other mail is set to forward to my personal Gmail account. Nothing there, either. I search for the person's name and the company's name in both accounts and found nada. So, I have a job offer out there that I know nothing about. I called the nearest office for this company to me and trying to find this headhunter is like finding needle in a haystack. It's a big international company, and I don't have enough information to find the person I'm looking for. I feel like crap, but I know it's not my fault. A lesson learned from yesterday. I did what I could to track this job down. I hope she calls back. I am interested in the job! Damn those packets being lost in Dar es Salaam!

[♪ Listening to: "The Boys of Summer" - Don Henley]

IT Department with Prof.
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Yesterday was graduation day for Armstrong. Joey graduated, along with most of the other classmates of mine from my major at Armstrong. Here's a bunch of them with one of our professors. In addition to them graduating, I had 2 friends from Wesley and Hai graduating as well. It was great to see everyone I knew that worked so hard for their degrees to walk that stage.

After the ceremony, I went along with Joey's family to lunch. We ate the The Pirate's House. I last ate there when I was 17 and with a Girl Scout troop visiting from Augusta. Joey had wanted to dine at the DeSoto Hilton's restaurant, but they weren't serving at the time we got there. It was a packed house between other celebrations from the day and tourists. Prior to seating, Joey grabbed a Blood Mary drink. When he drinks, he remarks that I'm not going to like it. He's right. I don't. However, there is just something about him telling me I'm not going to like to do something that makes me want to do it. He remarked I wouldn't even want to try it. I took his glass and attempted a sip. The whiff of the tomato juice entering my nose got at me. I gave him back the glass and explained the thought of drinking tomatoes makes me ill. I don't know why, but it does.

The meal was nice. Lunch was Joey, his mom and step-father, his uncle, and me. We froze during out meal having the A/C vent blow directly over our table. It was a nice dinner that made me feel like I was dining with my own family. After the meal, the family drove me back to my car and we went our separate ways for the rest of the day.

This morning, I spent time with my father as he ran some errands. While I was with him, I got a call from Joey inviting me to join his family at breakfast. So, I joined them as soon as I could. We all had an interesting talk on politics. While there, Harris asked me for help with a story he wrote. Harris is an old friend of that family, and he knows me from all the dinners Joey takes me along on when dining with Harris. I agreed to help him. It seems he asked Joey earlier, but went for my help, first. After breakfast, Joey and I took Harris to the school to assist with the editing of the story. We didn't radically change the story, but we cleared up some ambiguities. How we helped illustrated how differently Joey and I help others.

Tomorrow, I'm going to seek some help for myself. I have an appointment with a doctor about getting some help. Lord knows I need it. Today, I had an anger issue. I tried to run away from it, but again, I got called out on it.

[♪ Listening to: "Just Between You and Me" - Lou Gramm]