Its 3 am

Hello? Yeah, I can't sleep. Just thought I would update with a few pics and observations. I'm not back yet, just coming up to the surface for a breath of fresh air.

Infantry graduation was awesome. Watching these young men made me appreciate my freedom and how we live here even more.

This picture is right after I pinned his blue cord on his right shoulder, then I grabbed a hold of him and wouldn't let go. I hadn't seen him in 14 WEEKS! After an intervention with the Jaws of Life graduation ceremonies were able to commence once again.

The House? It is moving right along. But let's back up. The house we are living in sold in the first showing. That Buyer? Ended up being CRAZY. So, we were back on the market. I have a contract again now and keeping my fingers crossed that this buyer doesn't go bananas. She is scaring me a little. She showed up on Saturday unannounced to show the house to her sister and I got that creepy feeling. You know when you can tell someone is going to stalk you? She is hugging me and acting like we are going to be best friends.

The new house: they are just finishing the stone and stucco on the front, stained and varnished the kitchen cabinetry and installed the countertops. The interior painters should be arriving any day and then we can see if my paint selections are good....or not.

New job? I love it. I was one of those people who during a Karaoke party would be like "Oh no, I would never do that!" but then once my hands touched the microphone? Good luck getting it back. I am the prize lady. I go to the schools and show the kids what they can win if they sell a lot of whatever it is (cookie dough, wrapping paper etc.). Yes, I know you parents are saying "I hate that when my kid comes home and is convinced he will be the one to selling $1,000,000,000 worth of cookie dough and will win the ballpoint pen. THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM, PEOPLE. I whip them up into a frenzy and then send them back to class. And, I do it well. So well, that my new boss DOUBLED MY SALARY after the first week!

PTO? Keeping me busier than I thought it would. Start of school, membership kick off, parent orientation nights etc.etc.

Here is an observation (one of many I have wanted to share). Old men should not be allowed out in a public place. More importantly, the post office. You know those automated kiosks to mail a package? I could win a race working one of those things. I had a man in front of me yesterday that I thought I was going to have to knock him out of the way and just do it for him. Luckily, a nice postal (oxymoron???) employee helped him.

"Want to mail a package, sir?"

"Uh, well, where did my wife go? I need to mail this box."

"That would be a yes then?"

You can imagine the rest. He actually read the fine print that states something about does your package contain explosive devices or flesh eating acid.

Peace out - Be well!