Daddy's home!

There's defiantly something in my kitchen. I keep hearing noises and Pistachio is sitting in front of the fridge keeping a very close eye on something. It's probably just a huge cockroach. Those can be surprisingly loud. And it's been three months since the exterminator first came, and the guarantee only lasts for three months, so that sounds about right. Although the cat is keeping a close eye on whatever is going on, she's useless. If she sees anything, she'll just watch it run right in front of her. She's no Moose the wonder cat. I guess I shouldn't say she's useless. She's really good at being cute and soft. That's got to be worth something.

Well, Miguel made it home safe last night. He got in at about 3:30am. I had a hard time sleeping because I knew he'd be getting in after 1:00 and I was pretty excited to see him. Oh, the mystery sound just showed itself. It walked right in front of Pistachio and literally jumped into her face about 5 times. The cat did nothing. It's some sort of weird jumping beetle thing. After jumping in Pistachio's face, it walked back under the fridge. Anyway, Miguel is here, and the good news is he found someone to ride down with him and split the the cost of gas, AND his paycheck was way more than I thought it would be, so it turns out all my worrying about money was unnecessary. We'll have enough to pay the bills and buy groceries. That's all I ask for.

So tomorrow I've got to go play piano for the primary. I may leave Chloe here with her daddy. We'll see. Since Miguel's been gone, the missionaries have been coming over from time to time to see if I need help with anything or just to chat. At first I put them right to work and had them mow my lawn and help paint my house. The first pair that came were a white guy from Iowa and a Puerto Rican. The Puerto Rican's english was a little sketchy, so the other guy did most the talking. He was pretty nice, and it was really nice for me to be able to talk to someone. Well, the white guy left and the Puerto Rican stayed and got a new companion. They came and talked with me quite a few times, but Elder Rodriguez (Puerto Rican) did most the talking. I really enjoyed their visits because Elder Rodriguez had a really thick accent and he talked about silly stuff. All I really needed was to have a normal, enjoyable conversation, and he understood that. Well, he got transfered, and the new guy is some white dude from Tennessee or something. So now it's two lame white guys. They've been over twice, and I'm about ready to put a stop to that. The first time they did some painting, and that was OK. The next time they came, the guy from Tennessee tried to get me to say that I would try and convert my neighbors. Apparently he doesn't understand that I don't even consider myself a member of this church. I guess it's confusing because I've gone to primary every week that he's been here. I tried to explain it to him, and he still wanted me to convert my neighbors. I'm pretty sure that's their job, not mine. The reason why I go to primary every week is to help out a fellow human being. I believe that if there is a God and a heaven, the way to get to heaven is simply by being a good person. Part of being a good person is helping out other people. I have the opportunity to help out Kathryn by playing piano in primary. She is the only person in that ward who plays piano, so she plays the organ for sacrament and she's the primary president. I know that me playing piano in primary is a really big help to her. That's why I do it. It has nothing to do with the church. It would be really selfish of me to not help her out just because I don't think that it's necessary to be a member of a church to get to heaven.

Speaking of God and heaven, I think now's a good time to state my current belief. For quite a while I thought that the notion of God and an afterlife was simply a reaction to the fear of death. But oddly enough, the more Biology I learn, the more I think that there has to be a God. I know usually it's the other way around. But especially after taking Genetics last semester, I just don't see how it's possible that the complexities of life could just happen. Just for a cell to divide, SO MUCH has to happen, and so many different systems are involved. There are so many different factors that have to be present for DNA to replicate and a lot of things can go wrong. But then there are several DNA repair mechanisms that check for errors and fix them. It's just so ridiculously complex. It's hard for me to believe that all that just "happened." I know evolution occurs, and I support it 100%. I think what most people don't understand is that the notion of evolution and a belief in God can co-exist. I guess my view on God is that he's a scientist who knows EVERYTHING. I think that everything he does and has done follows natural laws. He just knows a lot more about science than any human will ever know. I guess some people may take offense to my view of God as a sort of super-scientist, but that's the conclusion I've come to with all the knowledge I've gained up to this point in my life. ok, there's a mosquito buzzing around me and I've gone way off topic, so I better stop.