My name would be socz...

I was watching a show tonight on television that was about "gangsters" (I love those kind of shows), and they were listing all the names of the "gangsters". A funny image popped into my head of all the guys sitting around in their makeshift forts discussing what they wanted to be called.

I.E:

" So I was thinking maybe I should be called wicked, but not wicked with one k, Wickked with 2 k's. Cause I'm not effin' around homes."

"Nice, I really like that idea Wickked with 2 k's. I was thinking since my name is Tommy, I should just tack on Gun to the end. I mean it's pretty simple, everyone would remember it, it looks good in ink, and I can spell it."

It's really a funny vision in my head. I just felt the need to share it.

The Potty Pants Brigade.

I feel like that's what the ladies I work with, and myself should be called. We walk around with our rubber gloves like doctors preparing for the most intricate of surgeries. Days when there aren't potty pants are like days when you find washed money in the pocket of your favorite jeans.

Good times...

Hello.

Dear Readers,

I'm sitting in on a Friday night listening to pandora radio online *love it* when I should be doing a bit of cleaning. I'm trying to keep everyone up to date on events here in Washington and back home. My dad has made it out of the hospital and back home. Doctors are working on his test results, but it looks pretty good. He has to go to get medication fixed next week. Thanks for all the prayers.

I had a pretty exciting day! We took the preschool on a field trip to the County Fair. :) It's a lot like the fairs back home, except one little thing. No funnel cakes. NO FUNNEL CAKES! I realize they're terrible for you, but it's soul food. Anything that is bad for the body, but you absolutely love can be considered soul food in my opinion. Oreos are in that category too, by the way. Instead they have something North Westerners like to call "Elephant Ears". I happen to think funnel cakes sound so much more humane.

I spent my day chasing fly away balloons, and consoling those who's balloons could not be saved. It's such a harsh world.

Love,
-C

Happy Birthday Mimsy!

Yesterday was my Mimsy's birthday. I won't tell how old you are. I wish I could have been home and spent it with you!

There was a little drama that came with the big day. My dad was doing a routine check up at the doctor's where he ended up having a couple of seizures. They put him into ICU because of complications and are now running tests to see what may have caused this. I talked to him this morning though and he seems to be feeling much better. Prayers are always appreciated.

Sweet Dreams,

-C