First and foremost, thank you for “sharing the love” yesterday. I needed it.

Do you ever wish you could just rally all of us together onto Wisteria Lane- minus all the constant backstabbing and drama of course- and just live in a cute little community all in a row? Maybe I’m a bit over the edge on that one, but hey- I think it could be fun. I heart you guys, I really do.

Alright, enough with the mushy crap- let’s get started.

I’m sitting here at work today waiting.

I’ve officially realized what my REAL job title is!

I’m a Waitress!

I’m responsible for being incredibly nice, cordial, and submissive to my menopausal always changing never constant customer.

“Good morning sir, what can I get for you?”

“What can you get for me? I’ll tell you what you can get for me! How about a new face!”

“Yes, sir, right away sir.”

“You can also bring me a side of beef- not too done, but not too rare- but NOT medium, an iced tea with crushed ice, two baked potatoes with the skin removed, and a side of truffles- the mushroom kind!!”

“Uh, we don’t carry truffles. They’re rare and expensive.”

“Well then GET THEM!”

“Um, I think pigs crawl around in the heart of France sniffing them out.”

“Well you better get on a plane and get to sniffing! Oh- and I need to eat this in less than an hour.”

OR it goes like this:

“Hello sir, what can I get for you today?”

“Give me a few minutes to get back to you.”

“No problem.”

Repeat 5 minutes later.

Repeat again 5 minutes later.

Repeat.

Repeat.

REPEAT.

REFREAKINGPEAT.

Sometimes it goes like this:

“Hello sir, what can I get for you?”

“How about the special?”

“Coming right up!”

…waiting for the cook to prepare…

“Dinner is served, sir!”

“Hmm, well… now that I think about it- I don’t want the special anymore. Can you make me the lamb?”

“Coming right up!”

…waiting for the cook to prepare…

“Dinner is served, sir!”

“Hmm, this looks great, but you know… the beef sounds better. How about the beef?”

This goes on and on- preparing everything to the customer’s EXACT requests only to be asked for something else again

And again

And again

And AFREAKINGAIN!

I also have to clean up a lot of crappy messes- think a table full of rowdy junior high boys that just lost their season’s softball championship and are out to destroy everything in sight- while eating a huge plate of spaghetti on white linen tablecloths.

Cleaning. Lots of cleaning. Maybe I’m also a janitor…

Hey, I don’t even have to mention the waitress pay do I?

Alright I could go on and on about this (I’m actually having a lot of fun drawing comparisons!), but it’s time for me to leave (yay!). I should have saved this post for a day when I had time to think of all the other similarities! Oh well.

It’s your turn! What’s your “real” job??

The Good

P and I are going out tomorrow night. We’re going to have sushi- something I’ve never tried and have had no desire to try. I’m taking one for the team tomorrow. Hopefully I won’t spend the evening hurled over the toilet with projectile vomiting. I’m looking forward to this time with P. There won’t be many more opportunities like this and I really need to make the most of them while she’s 20 minutes away instead of 8,000 miles away.

The Bad

I have to work the weekend- again. I’m truly getting disgusted with work. It makes me feel sick to my stomach and I spend most of the day totally pissed off at the world. I hate that. That’s not who I am. Today has been a bad day. Long story short: I have to come in tomorrow to wait God knows how long on someone else to complete their part of a project when I already did mine. Then I have to assemble the thing and submit it. What a stupid waste of time. Can I tell you how tired I am of feeling this way? It’s not so much having to work all these hours (okay- a lot of it is), but it’s also so much more I just don’t feel right sharing on my blog. There’s so much stupid crap going on and I hate it all. I wish I could just call you guys up and tell you the whole story, but since I can’t I have to focus on the only bad part I feel I can share- the stupid piece of crap hours.

The Ugly

Here’s the kicker (this day gets better and better)- Will called and told me we have to move!

I seriously about lost it right there on the phone.

I’m already feeling fragile today, and this news just about pushed me over the edge. To make matters worse, I was totally ugly to Will because of my already bad mood and I was snippy with him on the phone. I hate that! Why was I such a grump to my poor Will today? There was no need for that. I totally let my frustration with today carry over into our conversation and I feel lousy for it.

Anyway- Will got a call from the housing manager today saying they’re refurbishing our apartment complex (good!), but that they aren’t going to allow dogs anymore (bad… very bad and ugly and terrible and no good- just awful). So- they’re booting all of us dog lovers out.

I’m totally bummed. I really love our apartment. I love it so much. Granted, it’s not home, but it’s our little refuge from the chaos of life here. It’s our secret hideout and they’re taking it away. This is the place we’ve lived the longest since we’ve been married. It’s going to be sad to move and go somewhere else.

Not to mention we’ve acquired a TON of crap during our three years here. Moving is going to be

SO

MUCH

FUN

YAY!

Moving is going to be a major pain in the butt. Especially into an apartment complex where everything has to be transported via a tiny elevator in a thousand trips. The sheer thought really stresses me. We’re going to talk about it this weekend and see what we think the best move is to make. We will have about a month, but I told Will we might as well see what’s available now and maybe move in the next few weeks.

What a serious bummer.

Another major downer is that I live close to my gym, and it’s incredibly convenient. I already paid through September because it’s cheaper to pay for a year than to pay by the month. For all of you that live in congested cities you know what a pain it is to get out at night and fight traffic to go anywhere. When we get home, we stay home. I’m definitely going to be losing money on my gym membership, even if I’m able to make it once or twice a week. FRUSTRATION guys! Frustration.

I’ll probably look back tomorrow and see what a drama queen I’m being about everything and be annoyed with myself. Today, however, I’m giving myself a free pass to whine and vent. So, please feel free to roll your eye over my crises. If I were you, I would too. I sound like Chicken Little today don’t I? “The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” I realize these issues are so minor in the grand scheme of life, but I truly felt the need just to let everything out- and this is my choice venue.

I’m so ready to skip over tomorrow (minus dinner with P-dub). Heck- I’m ready to skip over the moving part and just be moved in. Okay, I’m getting all Adam Sandler and Click on you guys. I don’t really mean that. I just feel as though I am not myself at this place (work). I’m some quiet person with a terrible attitude. Granted, I rarely show that side, but it’s how I feel on the inside which is just as bad. Yesterday I prayed that God would simply just do what is best for me- whatever that is. That may not mean it’s what I think is best. I just have to continue to pray that God would do what’s best for me and take care of everything.

I just feel emotional (and fat) today- as you probably gathered. The house thing, the whole gym issue, work… I just want to go home and have a weekend to hide away and I won’t even get that. I feel totally blah today, which I believe is allowed from time to time, right? It’s got to be in some woman book of laws somewhere. I’m certain.

Thanks for listening to me vent. I know how much people LOVE reading about other people’s problems when they’ve got their own to deal with (ha).

<3

Remember The Talker? Well, between you and me I’ve been keeping my headphones on at all times in hopes that this person won’t talk to me.

Sometimes music isn’t even playing- but I keep the headphones on just to keep the appearance that I’m listening to music and

I

CAN’T

HEAR

YOU.

It hasn’t worked.

I can’t parallel park. I think I’ve maybe parallel parked three times since I’ve gotten my license. I’d rather park in the boonies and walk in a 5 below snow storm with gusting winds than parallel park right outside a store.

Boz peed on his random “floor spot” (you can read all about that a few posts down) this morning and I pretended not to see it so Will would clean it up. Yeah- I know. I’m sick and wrong. Shhh.

I had a venti skim latte today.

With 6 Sweet and Lows.

Last night we got a little Valentine’s Day care package from Will’s parents. A bag of Hershey’s Hugs was included. Will ate 3. I ate 3.

And then I took the bag in the kitchen and had 4 more. Don’t tell Will.

Alright, that’s enough secret sharing today. Anything you need to get off your chest?

I sent in my absentee ballot request yesterday.

That means I suck and will probably get my ballot on the 12th.

The Oklahoma Primary is on the 5th.

That’s about right for me, though.

Maybe I should make Will (who is a way bigger loser than I am because he hasn’t even done an absentee request yet- shame on him!) humor me and have him pretend to be a Fox News anchorman providing news coverage of the vote-

yes, vote with no s- remember? Will isn’t a model American-

in Kuwait!

Then we could have the winner-

yes just one primary winner since there’s no one here to vote for the other party-

come and give a speech in my living room, and I could stand behind him and smack my gum, and stress about if there’s something hanging out of my nose, and yawn, and look like a complete moron like most of the people do who sit behind the candidates when they give their speeches. Shouldn’t they give these people a pep talk prior to show time?

Will and I would be the campaign headquarters! It would be so much fun. You would love it, I’m sure.

I can assure you, our victory party would be the best ever! Papa Johns pizza on paper plates, bottled water with an assortment of generic brand crystal light on the go, not to mention the live entertainment of iTunes!

I seriously know how to throw a killer party.

(ha ha)

Okay, can I interrupt this post to tell you that I almost threw up just now?

A lady I worked with was just telling me about her bleeding hanging mole- actually, she calls them “body tags.”
She’s holding a tissue up to her neck as it fills with blood cursing the blasted “body tag.”

AAAHHH! I’m freaking out over here and twitching. Something about the phrase bleeding hanging body tag mole really, really freaks me out.

Okay- I think on that note we need to end this post! There’s no way I can get back to discussing politics or party etiquette.

(shuddering)

Have a great day!

I feel as though I should premise this post by saying if you’e busy today you probably should get back to what you’re doing because I’m pretty sure this post is going to be about, um, not much.

Having said that-and now that all the busy people are back on their merry way doing whatever it is they do- let’s have fun!
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Although, we probably shouldn’t have too much fun since I just told all the busy people to get back to doing whatever it is that they do…

Can you keep a secret?

Me too.

We won’t tell the busy people that we’re going to be having SO MUCH BLOG FUN today, okay? That might make them feel bad.

And unproductive.

Anyhow- want to know another secret?

Okay- so I have this really talkative person working with me. I don’t mean- drones to you for 15 minutes about how their feet sweat really bad in dress shoes and that’s why they always wear tennis shoes.

I would welcome such chatter.

I mean talks to you

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freaking

live

long

day

to the point where you (ie: ME)- the nicest person in the world- really seriously contemplates what would be more beneficial: shoving a stake in my right ear so I wouldn’t have to hear this person talk anymore (they never seem to talk to my left side...weird) OR shoving a stake through their vocal chords so the would be rendered speechless.

I’m pretty sure both would warrant jail time

or worse!

I might be suspended from my job (ahahahahaha… worse. that’s hilarious)!

Actually, the way things go around here there’s a good chance I’d be promoted.

“Brittny?”

“Yes Boss?”

“We’d like to promote you!”

“Really!? Wowie! I knew all my diligent work and long hours to the point of not recognizing my husband would finally pay off!”

“Diligent work and long hours? Uh, er, yeah. That’s it. Actually, we were really impressed with the stake through the throat trick and were hoping you could come to our next board meeting and get all Buffy the Vampire Slayer on us.”

I’m pretty sure that’s how the conversation would go.

My first day back in the office I decided that from now on I was going to be positive about my job, darn it.

5 minutes later I decided I was an idiot and should just go into survival mode.

I think The Talker might have been what put me over the edge.

But enough about mindless talk (don’t you hate when people go on an on about absolutely nothing!).

I am so mad at my keyboard, guys! Since I’ve come back it sticks all the time and I have no idea why! I’ll be typing and all of a sudden will be in CAPs for no reason, or I’ll have a string of sssssssssssssssssssss because it got stuck.

One of my coworkers was all, “Huh. That’s weird. It’s like someone spilled soda on it.”

Random. I now know why it takes me an hour to type THREE FREAKING SENTENCES!

Another coworker chimes in, “No one has touched it when you were gone.”

Uh, I’m pretty sure that’s a lie because Ms. 7-Up over there just sold you all down the river.

This keyboard situation also contributes to my lack of patience with The Talker.

Or vice versa, I haven’t made a decision.

Alright, moving on…

Want to know another secret (wow- I had no idea this post was going to be full of so many confessions!)? I was randomly on adoption.com today.

Why?

Why was I doing that?

I have absolutely no idea!

You all know I have no desire to mother children (at least for another 5 years and even then I’m not sold). Why would I do something so crazy?

I don’t know.

Ah- I remember.

It’s because on my internet’s homepage it talked about finding “free” money and somewhere in the article it talked about help for adopting parents or something like that. So- being curious- I googled the cost for adopting a chid.

See- my reasons are totally transparent and justifiable. I’m still holding strong.

If there are any comments about this venture I will fly to America, come to your house, and go Buffy the Vampire Slayer on you. I got promoted for that, you know.

Let’s see, what other pieces of useless information about my day can I tell you…

Not much. I’m having a near anxiety attack about possibly standing up for myself on a certain issue. Every time I get ready to hit send on the email, I chicken out and find an excuse not to send it. I started writing it Monday and here it is, almost Thursday and it still hasn’t gone forward. I’m such a wuss.

I need to go blow in a paper bag now. Just thinking about it gets me all sick feeling like I’m sitting outside the principal’s office and have no idea why, but know it can’t be good.

Hey- we said this was going to be a fun post! What the crap am I doing talking about gasping into a paper bag? There’s no fun in that.

Moving on-

There’s just not a whole lot worth reporting today, ladies and gentlemen (hmm, are there any guys that actually read? I don’t think so, but to be safe I must encompass all, right? I guess while I’m at it I ought to address animals, plants, the elements, and well, anything else). It rained today (see post below) and it made me incredibly happy. It’s been so long since I’ve seen Kuwait wet. I literally feel like shouting aloud the 2 whole days it rains here.

Alright, I’m starting to ramble and just when we thought this post couldn’t get any more boring- it did! I fear I did not hold up my end of the bargain when I promised SO MUCH BLOG FUN! Ha ha, oh well.

I’m off for now. Have a wonderful day!

<3

Who sounds like a broken record?

I sound like a broken record!

For the four thousandth time- I’m sorry for not keeping up with you guys. You were so sweet and encouraging over the whole family awkwardness situation and here I am not thanking you personally on your blogs!

I thought for sure I’d be a great blog friend and go back and make up for the last month, but you know what? I can’t. Because I suck. I’m pretty sure that’s why. Anyway- I figure I’ll just start fresh with blogging and reading blogs next week. Oh- and this time (unlike the last two times I’ve said similar crap) I actually mean it.

You know what’s the funniest part of all? I’m probably the only person that is annoyed with myself about not being a good psycho internet friend. The rest of you are probably like, “What? You haven’t been reading? Huh- I didn’t even notice… Who are you again??” ha ha.

For my own personal sainity, I’m turing off comments today.

Anyway, I had a great weekend in Texas! I don’t want to share too much yet because I don’t have any pictures on my computer yet, not to mention Theresa was the only one of us that consistently took pictures! So, I’ll have to write more on my girl’s weekend in my next post when I’m able to link to Theresa’s pictures (BTW- Theresa, I forgot to take a picture of retired blogger Sarah’s holy toliet! Bummer...)

Now, however, it’s time to pack up.

This trip has been insane. I went from Kuwait

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Okay- I’m getting a little out of control here, but you see my crazy trip brought to the internet. It’s been craziness, and although I’m dreading the thought of going back to work (I’ve been getting emails from a coworker and just when I thought things couldn’t get worse- ha!- they did), I’m ready to go back and see our doggies and have our own space.

I am really dreading this return. Granted, I always lament returning, but this time it will be so much harder because of work. I still have to fill you all in on all that’s going on soon. It’s bad guys. I’ve had a few weeks to take it all in and sort of mull it all around and I say I’m over it all, but the real test will be once I sit down at my desk my first day back. I have troubles with letting things roll off my back, but if I’m to survive that’s what I truly need to do- be a stinkin’ duck.

Quack.

So I think I’ve covered all the restaurants I’ve been missing, I’ve been to Walmart a few times, I’ve mindlessly watched TV… I think I did pretty much everything I wanted to do while on vacation- in addition to all our running around to different states, that is! However, it doesn’t make it any easier. I know you guys watch me pour all over myself each time my vacation ends, but in a way, it’s a bit of a draining experience. It’s so easy to get accustomed to a “normal” life back home and all the wonderful things that go along with living in the States, and it’s easy to get those vacation blues knowing it will be a long time before I’m back enjoying these things.

It makes my heart feel bad. I hate the vacation blues.

So please don’t mind me- I’m just sulking. I’ll probably sulk for an entire week and be all pouty and unbearable to be around- but you’ve been warned. Luckily, most of my sulking will occur when I have no computer access and am on a plane, so let’s cross our fingers that you get me once I’ve achieved the acceptance phase of my grief.

Just wanted to pop in and let you know that I’m still here. More interesting information to come! I just felt the need to blow the dust off my poor blog. That terrible post about my inlaws was still up and it was growing cob webs. I look forward to catching up soon.

Beating the blues,

Brittny <3

I have this really neat opportunity that I probably won’t have any other time other than here in Kuwait.

I get to have lunch with my dad everyday.

I know that probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to most, but to me, it’s pretty special. I really like the guy.

We both work for the same company and at the same camp, which is nice considering my mom and Will are across the country. My lunch dates are special because I realize that most likely I will never have this opportunity to spend so much time with my dad like I do now. Chances are, after Will and I leave Kuwait we’ll settle in Texas or Oklahoma and my parents will end up somewhere else. Visits will be spread out between holidays and long weekends, and lunch dates will be a memory of the past. I feel the need to make the most of this time while my family is so close, and really take this opportunity to spend time and appreciate them the way a daughter should because there will come a time when they won’t be as accessible.

I’ve never been closer to my dad than I am now, and I think that’s because of our lunch dates. We don’t really talk about anything important- just sports, work, the weather, the dogs… yet it’s still nice to see him everyday and just be able to talk.

We usually go to Subway- because that’s where I always want to go. I’m sure my dad could go for a burger or pizza, but he’s so thoughtful to let me get my usual tuna salad each day. We rarely take an entire hour, but it’s nice just to get out of the office. Sometimes I’ll get a coffee, or we’ll go visit the PX. Whatever the case, it’s a nice time just to get away and hide and talk to someone that will just listen and won’t judge, even if I’m wrong. He’s such an interesting man and sometimes I feel like I know him well, and other times I feel like I barely know him! I’ve loved getting to talk to him as an “adult” now. It’s different from when I was a kid. It’s nice.

Sadly, it’s been 3 weeks since my last lunch date with my dad.

For some reason, that really upsets me.

I’m not quite sure why, but those lunch dates have become a staple in my day and having them taken away from me has really been a disappointment. Every time he texts or sends an email asking about my lunch plans I groan and respond that I’m chained to my desk and won’t be able to get away for the day.

I know it seems as though I’ve posted entirely way too much about work lately, but it seems as though it’s the thing that is consuming my life. These managers never see their spouses, they never have weekends, they work through holidays, and they look incredibly exhausted and unhappy. Why do I want to do that to myself? I don’t think the entire field is that way, but I think the nature of the requirements here make things much more demanding here than stateside. I just know it’s taking so much life out of me and I’m not sure if it’s worth it. I don’t want to look back one day and feel regret for putting my job above a lunch date with my dad.

Sure, it seems like in the grand scheme of life not going to lunch with your dad for 3 weeks is no big deal, but those little things are what really matter. I highly doubt I’m going to remember that on 13 December 2007 I was stuck in a meeting until all hours of the night. I will, however, remember that this past spring my dad and I were sitting eating lunch and out of nowhere he told me my hair looked pretty. That moment has been tucked away in my heart. Those things are the things you carry with you. Those are the things that matter. 

I think about how the last few weeks have gone in my life, and I think about how every now and then it’s okay to have to deal with such things, but when I take a step back and think about what I might miss out on if this becomes an all the time thing- I think about how much I love Will and my doggies and don’t want to come home night after night for weeks on end when they’re fast asleep and I’m trying to crawl into bed without knocking over the hamper, or a lamp, or stepping on a squeaky ball.

I miss my lunch hour with my dad. I’m really going to have to simply get up and leave the office and just make it a priority. Decisions like those are ones worth making and never cause regret.

God has blessed me with an amazing family. I cherish them very much.

Still counting down to vacation. It is desperately needed. <3 you guys. Jenny, I love you so much and my thoughts are with you, Jay, and Koda.

I’m a crazy woman desperate for a vacation. I found out today that my department is going to have to start working six days a week now (BOO!), so that news nearly put me over the edge.

Vacation.

I need to take a vacation!

Everyone around me needs me to take a vacation! 

If I don’t take a vacation soon I just might go crazy! Here are a few things that have made me realize how badly I need to leave:

1.I’ve been trying to find a way to download this as my ringtone

2.I forgot milk for my cereal this morning and was forced to use a Starbucks Frappucino- and loved it. The whole time I ate I was thinking to myself that cereal mixed with coffee will help take the sting out of the day. Uh- by the way- it didn’t work.

3.I’ve already got my Out of Office message ready to post. Is it bad to say, “See Ya Suckers!!!!!!! Ahahahahaha!” in a professional away message? (Theresa, at least I didn’t use one of the ones you sent me!)

4.I’ve seriously considered sending my resume to friends back home to post on bulletin boards, church newsletters, school newspapers, Craigslist, Lost and Found boards, and just about anything else you can imagine.

5.I find myself constantly making a mental list of all the places I’d rather be than at work: the dentist, Wal-mart on payday and/or Christmas Eve, jury duty… the list goes on and on.

6.I have an alarm on my phone that sounds like a baby crying. It goes off at the time I start work each morning.

Guys, I seriously need to get out of here for a while. The worst part of all is that I’ve become such a pessimist lately that I’m already dreading the thought of having to come back in January! <- Tell me I’m utterly ridiculous for being that way.

The countdown continues. If only I could speed up time (and then slow it down while we’re home!).

More to come…

I work with a lot of old people.

A lot of old Southern people.

Being from Oklahoma, I’m fairly accustomed to quirky sayings to explain things, but lately it seems as though I’m surrounded in the things!

I’ve been keeping list of every single one I hear. I thought I’d share a few with you guys today. Who in the world came up with these things anway!?!

This issue has become our long pole in the tent.
Don’t you want a long pole in your tent? Doesn’t it support the entire structure? I don’t know about you- but give me a long pole!

You’re really holding our feet to the fire on this one!
What psycho came up with this saying? I mean sure, I get the point, but all I envision are large pairs of hairy toed funkified feet next to a blazing fire.

We concede.

I don’t get a warm fuzzy from him.
Warm fuzzy? What about Hot Hairy?

Those sound stupid, so why is “warm fuzzy” acceptable?

If you can think of a better way to eat this apple, please let me know.
I can’t. I’ve never been good with thinking outside the box when it comes to eating apples. Perhaps I could peel it the way Meg Ryan does in Sleepless in Seattle? I have no idea…

It started to rain to beat the devil!
Um, sorry to burst your bubble, but the devil is not the Wicked Witch of the West. Upon seeing rain, he doesn’t melt into a smoky gooey green pool of witch while cackling, “I’m meeelting AaaaaHHHHHHHHH!” as crazy little vest-wearing flying monkeys stand by in wonder.

He sounded like death eating a cracker!
What? What the crap does this mean?

I don’t get it. Very random.

I’m like a dog chasing after my own tail!
Please, I beg you, show me what you mean. In fact, I would pay to watch you chase your own tail. In fact, I’m laughing at you right now!

Now it’s your turn- give me some funny sayings.

It’s been a piece of crap week here in Kuwait. I’ve come to learn something about myself this week, too. I would much rather just internalize everything going on right now instead of trying to type a novel that just wouldn’t make sense! There have been times when I’ve tried to sit and type a letter to a friend, or type up a post about all that’s going on in my life and I just don’t feel like putting nothing but crap into written words, you know? Phone calls are way better than trying to type stuff. Remind me again why I’m in Kuwait!?

Anyway-

I’m sitting here at work (on a weekend) trying to focus and all I can look at is my little calendar countdown screaming to me, “You’re so close to being on vacation!” It seems as though there is so much I have to do to get to that point, and it’s really discouraging. We learned earlier this week that management is trying to hire us help, but I fear as though we’re not going to get experienced people that can immediately walk in and make a difference. I have this bad feeling they’re going to hire internally and we’re going to have spend time training people that are getting paid a rate that should say, “Hey! I know what I’m doing!” only that’s not the case. I’m also forced to have to confront my boss about my own status with all these position changes. Do you know I’ve had an email drafted to him for 3 freaking days and have been too chicken to send it!? What a wuss.

Alright, I’m being a boring downer. No one wants to hear this crap, and I don’t blame you!

There’s really not much going on right now worth posting. I still haven’t loaded my Jordan pictures (boo), so I can’t show you guys those. What a bummer! I also have a really funny video for you guys to see, but I have to have my dad make the file size smaller. Hopefully I’ll get to show you guys that soon. I love it.

UPDATE-

Okay, I sent it. I sent the letter to my boss. I feel better, but I also feel sick. No going back now!

Alright, so as you can see you’re not missing much, and the things that might be blog worthy are being forgotten because of the above mentioned “crap.” I promise to get my act together soon- who do I think I am!? More BETTER substance (with Jordan pictures… hopefully!) to come soon… Sorry this post was painfully dull.