It’s been a while since I’ve verbally vomited here, and it makes sense that I would tonight because my stomach is turning tonight due to the various concoctions of caffeine and chocolate I’ve been pouring into it all day, for no reason whatsoever, aside from the reason that I can seldom say no to caffeine or chocolate.

I haven’t written because I haven’t felt newsworthy of myself. Is that lame? Or just lazy? Much has occurred in the interim.

I quit the online teacher certification program I’ve been in for the past year and a half. I missed a deadline (by a weekend) to do a required internship for this program, and was forced to either remove myself from the program or find a fulltime teaching job as soon as possible. I had a frantic night of “Oh crap what am I going to do with my life,” which was quite nicely resolved the following day. (I wish all troubles had such quick Brady Bunch endings). I had even applied at a school 60 MILES SOUTH of where I live to become an English teacher because I thought I had to. Fortunately, the church I work at said they would do almost anything to keep me there. We worked out a few things and I quit the teaching program, much to my delight, and much to the church staff’s delight (as far as I could tell…). I’m indefinitely working at the church and learning to enjoy every minute of it. Knowing that there’s a future for me there and that I will be allowed to do more than my what I do now is promising, especially with the rate of growth of Georgetown and the church itself.

In other news, my wife and I are going to New York City for Thanksgiving. My alma mater is sponsoring a trip that includes airfare, a hotel, transportation, 3 Broadway shows, a couple of tours, and a large amount of free time to see the Big Apple. I’m extremely excited to be going again (I went this summer for my first time), but my wife is absolutely overjoyed at the prospect. She’s always wanted to go during Christmas, but she also loves the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Even if we miss it at Christmas, everything will be decorated for Christmas, so it works. I had some inner turmoil and deliberation about whether or not we should go (money, time of work, etc.), but decided that this would be our Christmas present to each other. We’re both stoked, for lack of a better word (although I feel justified in using it because I was born in California). It doesn’t hurt the trip at all that we’ll get to go see Spamalot, the most popular Broadway show right now and consequently the hardest to get tickets to, on the first night we’re in New York. If you see me and I start talking about this trip, just tell me to shut up. We’re way too excited about it.

Going along with that, we bought a new digital camera (a Sony Cybershot DSC-T5), so expect some impressive shots of my beautiful wife in front of such backdrops as Central Park, the Empire State Building, Tiffanys, and the apartment where “Friends” took place (sort of). Oh, and don’t forget big, giant, tall balloons in Garfield-esque shapes.

That’s all for now. Rest beckons.