Where the Hell do I get the ieas for these blog entries? Yeah, I know I just posted one, but wht the Hell. You all like reading the nine-millon passionate things I do in a seventeen-hour-period. If you didn't, you wouldn't be drooling on they keyboard like a ding-dong in a helmet.
Right now I'm a little pissed off and a whole lot of happy. So, rather than focus on what makes me get tension headaches (i.e. James texting my phone again like somehow I'm going to get on all fours and beg for his mercy.), and focus on the positives.
May 5th is coming up and Margarita & Alica are having their annual Fiesta. Es muy buena, amigas. Si se puede! Si se puede! (Sorry, saying their names compells me to say dirty things in Spanish.)
In June I'm flying home to Minnesota to spend the summer with my family. Hopefully Livy and Shane can bring the boys and Amanda remembers the ticket is taped to her purse.
July is the last month I have off before my September deployment for six months. Woohoo!! I get to go to Europe! I get to go to Europe! First place I'm going? Ireland. I've always wanted to start an authentic Irish barfight. Why? Not a clue. A compulsion most likely.
Well, that's about it.
Adieu.