I hope everyone floating out in the xanga world had a great Thanksgiving day.  I know mine was wonderful except for that lingering feeling of an overstuffed stomach and the annoying dull pain in my upper arm due the flu shot I received from my aunt today.  It has been a long time since I have updated and I felt it was about time to let everyone in on the wonderfulness that is my life!

Let's see:  Hornets are in town, college basketball has kicked off, Lost is in full swing, and I have played golf 3 times in NOVEMBER.

I am really loving my job.  I know... how can I love being an auditor?  But in some twisted way I am enjoying myself at work.  I have figured, out for the most part, what I am supposed to be doing (everyday is still a learning experience) and I am enjoying getting to know my co-workers better.  I am infinitely more relaxed around them and confident in what I am doing now than I was 5 months ago.  Wow, 5 months!

Maybe the best news of all is that I passed my first section of the CPA exam!  I have taken one more and am anxious to get the results back very soon.  I have two more sections to take, so by this summer I am hoping that I will be Oklahoma's newest CPA.

One down, three to go...  hopefully.  Assuming I passed I only have 3 CPA sections left to sit for.  That could be a very big assumption.  Today I sit for the auditing section of the CPA exam.  90 multiple choice questions and 2 simulations.  In total it took over 4 hours to take.  It felt like forever.  But it is over.  Time to start studying for the next section.  I take section two in 3 weeks.  Kind of stupid probably, but I will just have to be discipled to study evary night. 

Other things I have thought about recently... Why if Christ isn't the center of a service project do people become unimportant.  I was recently involved service project with my work.  We went to the Hope House in Shawnee.  Some people in our office cooked tacos for us and the kids at the Hope House.  The sad thing was that we sat on one side of the room and they sat on the other.  There was very little interaction.  And thing funny thing was that some of the people in our office mentioned how good it felt to help.  My thought is that those kids don't care who cooks their dinner, but they would care if someone would sit down next to them and talk to them or play with them.  Just my thoughts though. 

ugh...   i missed the first and third quarters of the OU game.  And I watched to rest of it by myself.  I am so glad I only had to suffer through half of it and am also glad that I didn't have to share it anyone.  Is it just me or was there absolutely nothing to be excited about in that game at all.  NOTHING.  The worst thing...    I have never played a down of tackle football and i easily weigh less than 200 pounds yet I think I could have blocked better than OU's offensive line.  I mean I would have at least STOOD in the way.  Must I go on...  We better beat the dog out of Tulsa next week. 

On a brighter note I am moved in to my apt in MWC (that is why i missed parts of the game, i was moving)

Okay, so in line with some of the recent posts of mi amigos y mi amagas I will share an embarrassing story... unlike my friends though this happened last week, not in my childhood.

So after I got home from work, ate dinner, and studied for the CPA Exam I decided to go to the Elks and play golf.  For those of you who don't know, I live in a neighborhood that backs up to a golf course.  My family owns a golf cart and there is a hole in the golf course fence for carts from my neighborhood to get onto the golf course.  Sooo I went golfing, in my new Tiger Woods golf shoes I might add.  (They look, and feel, like tennis shoes!!) Well when I got to the course, only 1/2 of a mile from my house I quickly realized that the cart is running out of its charge.  So what do I do?  Turn around and go home without having any fun in my day at all?  No I play two entire holes in the poorly lit late evening.  Needless to say the cart ran out of juice on the way home.  And I didn't have my cell phone!  So I had to push the cart home 1/2 of a mile.  I didn't want to push on the cement road in my new golf shoes so I pushed barefoot.  Yes I rubbed my feet raw!  And then I played basketball the next night and got a huge blister on the ball of my foot.  Does anyone know how weird that feels. 

Extra pat on the back for anyone who can count how many poor peices of judgement I had in that 45 minute span.  And yes I do have a college degree.