I’m about as freaking tired of writing these “catch up” posts are you are of reading them.

Gah!

So who cares that I went to Bricktown and ordered the Cedar Plank Salmon and almost had a Meg Ryan When Harry Met Sally orgasam moment!?!?! NO ONE! So why am I posting about all that boring life crap? I have no idea, but I am today, so just read knowing I vow not to post boring catch up life crap for a while.

Here I am, back in Kuwait (woo.).

So many people I know have been like, “Isn’t it nice to have a vacation from vacation!?”

“Doesn’t it drain you having to go on vacation and be pulled a million directions?”

The answer to all of these questions are, “You’re an idiot, and no.” The truth is I’ve pretty much been kicking and screaming ever since I got back! I do have to say, though, I’m much better this time than I was last time. I was such a mess last year when we came home. I think I cried every other day for 2 months straight. It was really hard coming home last time, and although it was just as hard this time, I’ve handled it much better. I already miss the freedoms I had in America. I miss Taco Bueno, my family, and I miss my church so very much. I miss so many things already but like I said, I’ve been much ebtter about it this time! Oh- and as crazy and pathetic as it sounds, I knew I was going to come back to my “friends (you guys)” who I actually missed. Gosh, i’m such a loser.

Okay, so… where to start…

Dinner with Dr. Vet and Raymond was wonderful. It’s so funny how I build things up and then they are the total opposite of what I envision. It didn’t start off so blissful, though. They were an hour late and I was pissy about the whole thing. I ketp staring at th eMarble Slab across the street as each minute went by, but Will wouldn’t let me go. Once they finally arrived we had a good time.

I like Raymond- probably too much. See guys, I have a confession. I think I like people TOO much- and yes, there is such a thing. I tend to attack people with friendliness and honestly, I’m sure there are times when people woudl rather be running and screaming into a serial killer’s house than have to hang out with me. Okay, maybe not, but I do have a tendency to come off a little strong when I first meet people and like them.

Here I was freaking planning their wedding and acting like we’re going to be family for life, and she’s like, “Um, I think I’m going to get the asparagus instead of the salad.” Hopefully I didn’t scare Raymond too much, but I can’t be sure because even Will was like, “Uh- could you please get off her freaking leg! you’re like a male St. Bernard that just reached sexual maturity!” Anyway, dinner was good and hopefully I didn’t come off too strong- though I’m sure you’re allr eading this and thinking i’m a complete scary weirdo.

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The other night Will physically threw me out of bed! It scared the crap out of me! he was having a bad dream and all of a sudden he starts kicking and yelling and flailing and before I know it I was shoved off the bed. I yelled at him to wake up and he finally came to. I was so scared! I think he was a little freaked out too! I ended up sleeping in the other bedroom because I didn’t want him to have another nightmare and push me off the bed again! I have no idea why I just bored you with that…

I think we’ve all had enough of this catch up stuff.

Let’s skip all this crap and get to the present.
So… here I am, back in Kuwait. Like I said, it’s been hard, but I’ve been handling it better than last time. I saw my family last night, and that was very nice. I really missed them. They are loving and spoling Molly (btw- they changed her name, they too thought it would be confusing to have 2 Lucys) already. We’re having Thanksgiving over there and i’m looking forward to it. i’m even making the turkey! Will loved it so much last year that he’s requesting it again.

I have about a million more things I feel I need to say, but it seems like I can’t get ahead! hopefully now that I feel caught up in my blogging life I will be better at piecing things together and posting about them. Oh- speaking of that- I truly am a blogging addict. I know you might have thought I was kidding about the tape recorder thing… I wasn’t. I think P is getting it for me for Christmas. I’m so ashamed. At least that should mean I will be a better blogger!