So, I've been at this Creative Ministries Conference all weekend, and let me just say that I officially believe that there is someone in this world equally as annoying as Michael. Also, I have learned that no matter how hard I try, hip hop is not for me. I was straight up the Spiderman Will Make You Gay dance up in that gym trying to dance to some Rachel Lampa tune while everybody else was jumping around like an N'Sync video. I tried so hard, too. *pump pump stomp stomp* is NOT a hard concept to learn, but there were about a million other steps to learn. So I got nauseated on the way home, and I looked like some poor woman in labor without the contractions or something, I don't know what the deal was. Got home and discovered the FSBO (for sale by owner) signs in our garage, and I started jumping around like I won the Real World/Road Rules Challenge, screaming, "we got FSBOs! we gon' sell, we gon' sell, what?" So, we're going to try and put our house on the market so that all the people who stop and stare at our house when they turn around in our street will call and be all, "hey, I wanna buy your house, man." So excited. I suppose you can call this part one in the house buying saga. It may be the only part, because my parents may decide not to buy. Who knows?