I feel completely uninspired today.
What a WONDERFUL way to begin a post, if I do say so myself.
Uninspired. Yet, for some silly reason, I feel completely obligated to this blog and the fact that
I
HAVE
TO
POST.
It’s as if last night I got all dolled up and met my blog at the altar to exhange vows. I think I said something about, “I will update you from now until all eternity.”
Then we danced to “Keeper of the Stars” while everyone watched and ate bad buffet food.
Crazy aunt Margie totally got down to Super Freak too. Oh my gosh, it was freaking hilarious.
My blog looks pretty darn good in a tux, by the way. Although, blog, I wouldn’t have gone with the bowtie.
Mrs. M, can I use my blog marriage pictures for the album you’re putting together?
Okay, okay, enough stupidity for one day.
If you dare:
You might want some Starbucks before continuing.
I’m feeling rather sluggish today. Can I have some of that Starbucks you just got? I worked throughout the weekend and now my body feels like it should be my last day of work instead of mid-week. I think I’m going to have to work some this weekend too, so now my body is simply pissed. Hmm, maybe I should provide a peace offering? I’m thinking something terrible.
If I was feeling incredibly domestic I’d try RJ’s cheesecake recipe. However, sadly, I’m more inclined to lean toward something I can order or pick up somewhere. What’s happening to our world!? Can’t we waddle into the kitchen and make something that requires more than 5 ingredients and 15 minutes!? We’re way beyond being a fast food culture. Before long we’ll just be pumping burgers through an IV or something.
Okay, random thought, but I swear up and down we’ll stop writing one day. Seriously! There will be no need with the way technology is going. Yeah, yeah- you laugh now- but it’s gonna happen! Your kid is so going to learn how to type his name, text his name, and Blackperry pen-in his name long before he picks up a pencil.
Will thinks I’m crazy. I hope I am. I like the idea of hand-writing.
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Alright, before I can go any further- guys! We need names for the couple we’ve gone out with a few times. Names…
Names…
How about The Beatniks? They’re real earthy people, like misplaced flower children. Plus they went to a music arts school in Tennessee, so, well- The Beatniks.
Anyway- I saw Mr. Beatnik today as I was picking my dad up for lunch. It was one of those awkward moments. I was in the car and I saw him coming from a distance. We both recognized each other. I saw him slow his walk as we waved to each other. It was a, “Crap, I don’t think I want to stay and chat, maybe if I walk slow enough she’ll drive away” sort of slow walk.
I hesitated, bit the bullet, and stepped out of the car and hid halfway behind the door.We made small chit-chat about their recent vacation, Will’s recent vacation...then… there was that awkward pause when I was tempted to be like, “Nice to see you! Be well and good luck with life.” I have a feeling he was tempted to do the same, except he followed the obligatory social rule by ending the conversation with a, “Yeah- we’ll have to get together for dinner sometime.”
Blasted!
He just had to go there. I then had to respond with the obligatory, “Definitely! Sounds good!”
Will will be thrilled. <- totally sarcastic comment
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I’ve decided that Will and I are coming home next year and opening this place. Okay, so I’m lying (sort of), but I’d love to have a Casper and Gambinis (with a slightly modified menu) in some American business district. Plus, we’d get to move home. Plus-and most importantly- we’d get to eat C&G whenever we wanted! So there- that’s my newest and most brilliant plan.
Just don’t tell Will. He doesn’t know yet.
He does know, however, that they’re delivering food to us tonight. That will make twice this week we’ve ordered from them.
Have I mentioned I haven’t been to the grocery store in 3 weeks!? 3. 3 weeks! I feel like Old Mother Hubbard. If we wouldn’t have ordered Casper and Gambinis, I might have made peanut butter and jelly whole wheat penne. Yum.....
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I know I don’t talk a lot about work on here (probably because of disasters of past experiences), but I thought I’d share that I’m getting to learn so much with the girl that’s training me. She’s basically trying to cram 5 years worth of information into my head by next summer. She’s planning on leaving then, and although they’ll definitely hire someone to replace her plus hire an additional person for extra coverage, there might be an opportunity for me to move up as well.
I got my first big task today. I’ve been doing lots of “big girl” projects to help her since I’ve been over here, but this is the first time she’s said, “I’m not doing anything. You’re totally on your own. I’m not even going to look at anything until you’re ready to submit it.” I’m giving myself heartburn over this whole situation. I got the work and thought it’d be a piece of cake, however, things are never as they seem, right? I guess this will be a good test for me. I’ll have to let you know how it goes.
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Will and I are super-duper (duper? Can we still say “duper?” I’m not sure if that’s allowed anymore) excited about the approaching OU-Texas game.
YOU
HAVE
NO
IDEA.
Do a little Football Dance that we’ll get the game on TV here. Instead of showing excellent match-ups, our cable provider likes to show Crap like Sisters of the Poor versus I Came to the Game Drunk and Have No Idea Why I’m In this Uniform. Anyway, we’re already planning out menu and everything.
Private: T? S? You know this game hinges on everything, right? The whole weekend extravaganza? Based on this game alone, we will purchase plane tickets. AHHHH!
Will and I caught part of the Colts game last night. Plus, we heard this morning that our man Brett Farve tied Marino’s record! How excting. I think Will has a man crush. In fact, I think most male football fans have man crushes on Farve.
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The gym is going well. My favorite trainer is on vacation for another month and I miss her so much. I feel like I can ask her anything and I know I’m going to get an accurate response. I’m going to change up my program again once she gets back, so that’s exciting too. They have new Ramadan hours so that’s been a little annoying, but the good part is that they’re open later because of it- not that I am awake to go to the gym after 9 or anything anyway- but it’s nice to know if I wanted to, I could! Tonight it’s biceps, chest, and shoulders. It’s a really quick and easy day. I like my 2nd day so much more than my first because of how fast I can finish.
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My goodness this is boring! Why am I still writing?Seriously? Why? Do you know? I’m so bored, I made myself post, I have nothing to post about, and I’m still writing.
It’s a sad, sad day my friends.
I’m going to go for now. I think I’ve pained you all enough. It wouldn’t be a proper Monday if I did’t do so! 
Oh- before I go! Please pray for our Rusti. <3 She lost her MIL. Rusti, I love you and will be praying for you and your family today. Prayers also go out to KMT’s cousin. I pray her heart and body begin to heal.
Have a good day guys!
<3
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