Who’s ready for an annoying weekly update?

You’re ready for an annoying weekly update!

It’s been a while and I felt as though I owed you all an update on all the exciting and thrilling things going on in my life.

Where shall we delve first? How about into the life and times of my little sister P.

I’m pretty sure Miss P is staying right here for college.

Well, not right here as in Kuwait, but right here as in the Middle East region and not a freaking $2,000 plane ticket across the ocean home.

Crazy! If someone would have told me 5 years ago that my sister would be going to college in the Middle East and that I would be an hour plane ride away I would have pointed and laughed at you hysterically, but here we are and here it is.

P?

Am I talking too prematurely?

Is it me being wishful?

Because you know I will love you and support you anywhere you go if you go to school in the Middle East.

So, bye bye U.S. University. (uh- most likely…)

I guess I’ll be honest on here and say I feel like I’m in a quandary. Ha ha- YES, I feel like I’m in a quandary based on my sister’s decision to LIVE HER LIFE and is something that should not affect me at all.

My quandary is that this is the most absolute perfect situation EVER. I’m so excited about it! Do I feel a girl’s weekend coming on this fall?? And early winter? And late winter? And early Spring? And late Spring? However, next year when we go home it will be the most absolute worst situation EVER. What a bummer, right? Definitely no girl’s weekend. We won’t focus on the negative right now- besides it’s none of my freaking business anyway, right!?

My parents and sister went and visited the school a couple weekends ago and were really impressed. I think I’m going with her and my mom for her entrance interview. It will be a short little overnight trip, but it will be nice to get out of here and see some different scenery. Same miserably weather- but different scenery. Better scenery. I’m excited. I was over-freaking-joyed to find out my sister was staying in the region.

Uh, and I won’t even get into the fact that I want to live through her right now. Her life is so fascinating! Seriously- big sisters are supposed to be way cooler than their little sisters, right? Unfortunately my sister way kills me in the cool department.

Cool department.

Is there a department for Cool?

“Excuse me sir, can you direct me to the Cool Department?”

Hmmm…

Note to self: never ever say “cool department” again.

Ever.

The Cruise

Well, as of now the cruise stuff is at a standstill and the poor ship is sitting in the middle of the sea rocking back and forth, back and forth to the point where I’m getting queasy and am in some serious need of some Dramamine.

I think I might puke off the Lido deck if we don’t stop rocking soon.

I have so many things I still feel I need to nail down. I have mentioned how freaked out I am about being the responsible adult on this trip, right? I’m positive I have.

I’m freaking out about getting shots, being the responsible adult, visas, being the responsible adult, excursions, payments, being the responsible adult… You get my drift.

My sister and I haven’t been able to get together and nail anything down lately- and it’s got me all stressed out. Remember? I have to be the responsible adult on this trip! I’m required to freak out about this stuff. I’m hoping this weekend we’ll be able to nail down a few plans and make contact with the cruise line. Can I tell you what a pain it is to plan a giant vacation from Kuwait? International phone calls are so fun- and cheap (HA).

I have, however, done some of the most important stuff of all: shopping! Ha ha Well, not yet, but I’ve been browsing for things I want to buy. I mean, because that’s the most important part of the cruise, right? WAY more important than being the responsible adult. At least I’ll look good when the Italian cops arrest my sister for vomiting from the Leaning Tower of Pisa- right?

Note to self: Buy more dramamine.

I own tons and tons of winter clothes. TONS. Yes, I realize I live in the hottest place on earth. See, every time we go home it’s cold outside! So our yearly trip to the Mall of America is always during the time in which winter clothes are strewn everywhere and there are absolutely no summer clothes available. It’s killing me, guys. Especially since I spend about 9 months in summer clothes. Anyway…

Where were we?

Ah yes- the most important part of the cruise: clothing.

My mom and sister picked me out a couple dresses when they were on their trip so I have some nice things to wear for dinner, especially the formal nights. Oh and by the way- I’m not bringing a formal. As much as I’d love to- what a pain! Plus I don’t own one.  I’m just going to wear my nicer cocktail sort of dresses (over and over again… P? Can we trade off so it looks like we have a giant cruise closet when we really don’t?) and that will be that.

Oh, and did I tell you that we’ll probably be the youngest people on the ship?

Apparently the cruise we’re going on is generally full of old people. So, I’m pretty sure we’ll be the best dressed people around. Lots of old people. Yessssssss. I knew we made the right decision to have our own table at dinner and didn’t opt to share with a group. Can you just imagine how those conversations would go? Hmm- perhaps that will be a post for a later day…

I also printed out the map of our itinerary. I hung it up in my office and put another one in a frame for my sister. It gives me something to look forward to during the day when I’m feeling “blah.”

At least I’ve taken care of the important things, right? (ha)

All Work and No Play Makes Jack a Dull Boy

As for things on the job front they’re bad. B.A.D. but what’s new with that? I’ve been presented with another opportunity (and sadly time is ticking and I’m probably about out of time) but I’m pretty sure it’s just as B.A.D. as this one. So- now it’s like choosing between the lesser evils. I feel really unsure about what to do. I’m just praying the Lord will give me guidance. So far, I still feel like I’m flailing and I hate that. We’ll see…

Home Sweet Home

Still no news on the moving situation- which is another thing I’m praying about. I really hope I have good news to share with you guys soon. Say a prayer.

The Diet (and Such)

I’m still eating like a cow and working out like a champ. Explain how that one works. I need to be eating like a champ and working out like a champ- yeah, yeah I know. As always, I do good all week- and as always I blow it on the weekend. Let’s hope this week is more successful. I’ve done good about working out, but believe me, that doesn’t compensate for my weekend eating habits. I’ll be paying for that on the elliptical tonight!

Cake Face

I’m thinking about venturing out with the Mary Kay business and selling to more people than my awesome loyal customer (uh-myself). I think if I could get in with some Kuwaiti women there’d be great business, but the trouble is the getting in part. I think I might leave one of my magazines at my gym and see if there’s any bites. It’s hard to penetrate that circle. We’ll see. Leaving a magazine certainly won’t hurt my anything.

The [Fishy?] Future

We’re approaching May which rings in our 3rd year in Kuwait- which means we’re beginning to have the annual “how much longer are we going to be here” conversation. This year it’s more serious than the others. With the presidential election and the inevitable pull out in Iraq, things are going to change around here. Will and I are seriously going to have to sit down and contemplate our future here and what our plan is. We started talking about it this past weekend but didn’t get very far. I think this weekend we’ll talk about it a little more seriously. We’re sort of in a rut and in this comfort zone holding tank.

Like a fishbowl.

We’re little goldfish in a tiny fishbowl and we probably need to be released into a bigger pond, but we’re not quite sure when and where and all the other little details that make big difference when you’re a tiny fish in a tiny fishbowl contemplating release into a big scary pond with big ugly fish.

Wow- what a nice analogy.

Note to self: ditch the fishbowl crap. Fast.

Sorry about that one. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

So I think that’s about everything. Could there possibly be more? Probably but really, I think we’ve beaten a dead horse here. I’m pretty sure you know absolutely everything going on with me now. What a thrill, right?

Welcome back. Another meaningful week of work begins…