From Behind The Lines

I know, I know.. I promised to be here more for you and I have failed you.... I am sorry! So, let's have a quick catch up. Went to the desert second weekend in a row. It was suppose to be a four day weekend out there but I sorta bailed out and went out on Saturday. Multiple reasons lead to this decision, but here are top there... one, by staying I had a ride, two, by staying I got to sleep in a trailer, and three KP had some Spanish test drama and so I stayed with her and we rode up on Saturday with Aristotle and Grey. Totally fun trip.. no drama with the Asshat that use to be. In fact, I actually, for the first time since the drama all went down, felt that things might be okay again. I know time heals all wounds but this one was a doozy and I was pretty sure it was never going to be okay due to the way it all went down. But no! There was light conversation and even mild joking, personally, I was impressed with the growth within myself. Sooooo, yeah, second weekend in a row in the desert was good. Monday morning when the wind and rain started, I ain't going to lie, I was ready to go home and be done with it all. You know.. go home, shower, clean up and snuggle up and be warm and clean and watch a movie and have a wonderful night in. Tuesday I had to work... booo!!! Got Wednesday and Thursday off. Decided to be a big girl and finally tackle my iTunes problem. (my itunes crashed and I am super upset and very angry about it, don't wish to speak about it, thanks for your concern) I also tackled all the things I have been putting off. I cleaned my bathroom, vacuumed my apartment, worked on the church directory, and tackled the itunes thing. Worked today, Friday, it was lame. And then I got suckered into going to T.G.I. Fridays with the geniuses. Brilliantly taken in by Freud. Thank You. Then after I ran some errands with her and now I am reporting from "behind enemy lines". Not enemy lines at all. At Einstein and Darwin's apartment with Rembrandt and Freud. A quote girls night, I guess. Nights like this remind me that I miss my friends. I miss being able to go out and not care about anything but having a good time. I miss my relationships. I don't remember when I stopped being social. I LOVE talking about the good old days. I love being asked my advise. I love having an opinion that matters.

Sidebar... I am super... I mean SUPER EXCITED about Vegas!! I am excited about my new sexy shoes. I am excited about walking in a V. I am excited to party with my friends in a way that we have never partied before. Palm Springs is going to be great, two floors of fun but VEGAS!! Oh man! Noah, I love you and I am so excited to start this next chapter of my life with you. I love you for accepting me for who I am. I love you for loving my friends. I love you for the man you want to be and for the man you almost are. Thank you for Vegas. Thank you for you.

Bitch Moment... So, all I want to say is that I am a firm believer in the fact that if you can't take care of them you shouldn't have pets. Kids are one thing, I get it that those are not always plans and more often than not people are never be completely financially ready.... that is one thing. But pets... COME ON! Others would love them. And if you have to pay your employee to take care of YOUR PETS for YOU.... SOMETHING is WRONG! Get rid of them and be done. Do us all the favor.

Also, I get that in all of my crew I am the youngest. And some bonds are closer than others, but I truly love messages from Steve about being long and girthy. LOVE IT!!!

QUOTE OF THE EVENING: Freud, "Don't worry, there is no hole!"

TEXT MESSAGE OF THE EVENING: Steve, "Don't make me show you my penis"

As for the future, tomorrow I am going to watch Emma for Freud. Good things to come. The month of march has a lot of potential with Jury Duty, babysitting the Arendse kids, desert trips and Genius fun... I look forward to sharing it all with you!
Love, K