ammogirl

So, here I am!  And I know that technically my hiatus was supposed to be over, oh…last week sometime but I have to admit it’s been kind of nice just taking a break.  But I think I’m done now.  We’ll see.

Right now I am blogging from the very most hidden corner of my kitchen because Bobby forced me to let him mow my lawn and it’s weird.  It IS, BOBBY, it’s AWKWARD and I feel like I should be getting tip money out right now for good work completed and also, I said to not do the slopey part!  Still, thank god for coworkers who insist on doing nice things because 1. my grass was getting long and 2.  it’s cold outside.

Friday I had my mini-ROCK BAND!!! party that turned into a full-on jam session with several more people than I thought would be here, but…no pictures.  Actually, there is one picture, but I’m making a really horrible face in it, so I’m pretending to not know it exists.  It was SO MUCH FUN.  In fact, more fun than I thought it could possibly be, with everyone taking a turn and becoming immediately addicted themselves because it’s ROCK BAND!!!, HOW CAN YOU NOT?  I don’t think I was very sharey with my drums, though.  From what I can remember.  We hung out here until wayyyy after the open bar party started and then headed to that, where  I was my usual annoying drunk self, and after awhile our group got into the car (driven by a DD, thank you) and blammo!  We were downtown, which was the last place I expected to be, but since I got a doner kebab out of it, it all worked out.  Oh, also, my newly pedicured feet were put to the test when I took off my strappy shoes and walked around barefoot in Kaiserslautern’s busy bar strip, which is really disgusting and sort of makes me want to vomit right now.  Stupid alcohol.

Somehow, SOMEHOW, I managed to be fine the next morning and woke up at 8 and drove the girls to a million different places, and caught up on Lost, and then it was Sunday and I studied for the algebra test I took yesterday which I totally bombed because studying for College Math but taking the College ALGEBRA test are not the same thing.

And THEN, after laughing at me very hard for making that fairly stupid mistake (which…look.  math, algebra…they both suck, so.) my Chief guilted me into not only scheduling myself for the right one, but enrolling in a college that actually has a degree plan in something I’m interested in.  Silly Chiefs, having all the answers to your excuses.

Now, Bobby is done mowing the lawn and just left (thanks Bobby, you’re the best) so I can extract myself from my hidey place and make dinner.  The girls have been IMing me repeatedly asking me when dinner is, as if they are starving (they aren’t).

Tschuss!!