Hello, Belgium!

Someone saw my site from Hoboken, Belgium... and of all things, for searching for the exact title of my blog! I personally thought the title was kinda lame, but any other pun-ny names I thought of were worse. But cool anyway... I've gone international!

In other news...

I need to learn patience. Actually, a mix between patience and initiative. A few examples of what I'm impatient for:

-Ray's wedding ring coming in

-our class event this weekend (check it out: http://www.ugakickoff.com/)
-the camera Ray and I just bought (our first joint purchase! Okay, so her paid for it, but we made the decision together)

Here's the initiative part: I've been looking incessantly for a job. I would love to find a foot-in-the-door job, but so far that's been difficult. However, tonight I found an agency that I really like and would looove to work for. And they're hiring! BUT... I'm so reluctant to apply. I hate failure. HATE it. I don't want to try and not get it just because someone didn't like me. It's the same with all the jobs I've looked at, but this one I actually got giddy about. So I will apply and hopefully charm their socks off and become a functional, productive member of society.

More "other news" (well, not really news, but how many times can I write random thoughts that don't get old?):

- the M and '/" keys on my keyboard are getting stuck. And its getting old fast. Any solutions? I've already tried slamming them over and over (m'm'm'm'm'm'm'm'm').

-I've been thinking about my new last name and decided I'm going to like it. Anna Carver. Nice and simple. Don't get me wrong, Akins has served me well, but you can't misspell Carver. Maybe Carter, if people can't hear correctly, but there will be no added letters, mispronunciations, people asking if I'm related to the Athens Ford people. Car. Ver. Done. I also think it sounds like an old-timey name, like from Little House on the Prairie or something. Can't you just imagine looking at some old sepia photo of some woman in a long dress and a bun with the creepy stone-cold staring eyes and turning it over to find written on it, "Anna Carver, 1872"? I think I'll take some pictures like that with our new camera, if it ever comes in.