As it turns out, she was talking to Mom on the phone earlier, and for some reason the topic of conversation turned to us. Mom asked Celeste if we were still trying to do that Japan thing (I had mentioned it to her earlier, before we applied), and Celeste told her that, yes, we are. This apparently scares Mom, as she had heard bad things on the news. Celeste tried to assure her that we looked into it and we're pretty sure it's legit (check Pretear manga vol.2 for a parody of the Nova Group sign! (although I suppose that could be a parody of a sign for one of their affiliates)), but Mom is very neurotic (now you know where we get it). Celeste very kindly tried to persuade her not to stress us out any further, as we have enough stress already, at which point Mom concluded that if we were so stressed out, it must mean we're doing the wrong thing. It seems that Celeste successfully convinced her that there are other causes of stress, such as having to move, and so we haven't heard directly from Mom yet. I think I would have preferred to be able to confront Mom about this myself, but I do appreciate the sentiment. And Mom's neuroses can be very contagious, so it might be for the best.
But now we have this email to deal with. Thanks to Celeste's call, we know that now it doesn't seem suspicious--it is suspicious. And where on earth do they get the idea that an email from Steve would not stress us out? But at least we were semi-expecting it this time. I'm still not sure what I want to say in response. The most tempting course, because it's the easiest, is to just forget about it, but since he went and asked questions, I feel obligated to answer them, even with a "I'm not going to answer that."
I was actually just thinking last night about how if we were really going to get away, we would have to be outside of their spy network
Once upon a time, Celeste got a boyfriend. This boyfriend happened to be from the same state as Celeste's stepfather. Upon finding this out, Celeste's mother promptly asked where in that state. Celeste told her, and it so happened that Celeste's boyfriend was from a town in which Celeste's stepfather had spent part of his childhood. Celeste's mother immediately told her stepfather, who thereupon sent out emails to all his acquaintances from that area to see what he could find out about Celeste's new boyfriend.
Now, it's one thing to casually find out that the person you're talking to happens to know someone else that you know, and to then talk about that person. A little gossipy, but I can see where it can be harmless. "Oh, what is he up to these days?" etc. But for some reason sending out emails for the specific purpose of finding out about someone, without asking that someone directly, seems psychotic to me. And I'd rather not be a part of that. And since Steve has contacts in Japan, it's possible that we won't be safe from it there, unless we're careful.
But on the other hand, if Mom is genuinely worried, it seems like it might be better to just tell them and let them find out what they can find out. For all we know, it's not legit and they'd be helping us out. Of course then our next best bet for being able to earn enough money so that we can do stuff like eat and pay bills is to move to Texas and apply to work for ADV. Based on the first part of Steve's email, it seems like their ideal scenario is that we both marry guys from the ward so we can live in Fresno forever! Yay!
Did I say yay? I meant *gag*. Now excuse me while I hurl. Even if there were any guys in the ward that either of us was interested in, the Fresno climate is not one I would like to endure much longer. And there's really not enough here to make it worth it.
Ironically, I have offered to give Mom the link to our LiveJournal on more than one occasion. Though the reason she refused is probably that it was always in response to the question, "What did Steve ever do to you?" It would be a lot easier to spy on us if she took the link, though.
In other news, today we had flapjack cake! Tadah! We tried making pancakes this morning, but apparently we killed the frying pan when we tried to make fry bread last week (we had always wanted to try it since Skye was sharing it with everyone on the Puzzle Place), so despite the progress we'd made in developing our pancake flipping skills (or rather, Athena's), it was an abysmal failure. We were pretty bummed about it, because now we can't use our frying pan, and we had a bunch of batter left over. We went to the 99cents Only store on the off chance that they might have a frying pan (and because we needed bread), but alas they had none. So we poured the batter into our 9x9 inch square pan and baked it in the oven. And it was very yummy, and there was much rejoicing. Yay!! And we called it flapjack cake, because pancake cake is redundant.
Today I'm thankful for 9x9 inch square pans, flapjack cake, milk that won't expire for at least a week, the Puzzle Place, and warnings.