And Then There Were Blogs

I like Courier for my font. It has that professional look with a bit more spunk than Times or Arial. Nothing seems adequate for my first entry. I guess I could just start with the basics. I have no intention of rambing on about the daily events of my life or the monotonous and uneventful activites of each day. The idea of reliving every dull moment and them publishing them is absurd. Instead, I'll choose to enlighten you and fill your mind with fascinating and humorous insights. (Hehe- good luck to me)
Where to begin...I am attending college in a random city in Arkansas where not much goes on. I'm 800 miles from home and have no idea why. I have some good friends and some not so good friends, but who doesn't? I have two job. That's where things begin to get entertaining. I work for a 101 year old lady named Mrs. Baxter. I'm not kidding, she's 101. She lives by herself, cooks for herself, does her own laundry, and walks around just fine. I've been working for her for six months and she still blows my mind. Last week she told me that if anyone asks what I do while I am over there I should tell them I look under her bed. If they ask for what I should answer, "Men's shoes." Yes, I know, she has an amazing sense of humor. Now, it's true that I look under her bed, and I do this almost every time I see her. (which is 3-4 times a week) She has a talent for losing things, but I am usually just looking for things like teeth and eye drops. And only last week did she discover Depends!
My friend Rachelle is a biology major. A few weeks ago she mentioned something about life span correlating with the length of our DNA strands or something. I don't know a thing about science, but this seemed interesting to me. I ran across this article today and I thought it fit nicely with this conversation.
http://www.dailygalaxy.com/my_weblog/2009/03/can-humans-live.html
They are working on immortality. Really? Can you honestly say that you want to live forever? No? No, I didn't think so. Hundreds of years seems bad enough. Can you imagine if the Pilgrims were still struttin' around? Ha!