Its a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor, wont you be mine? Wont you be mine? Hello neighbor, I'm glad we're together again. (I take off my blazer, change into tennis shoes, and pull on the ole' cardigan. Hello boys and girls... Well... Its something along those lines. More like I take off my faded green coveralls, kick the blue juice off my boots, and pull on the ole' BDU shirt. It certainly is a beautifully rainy day in my neighborhood. As you can probably tell from the description of my attire, I am working on the latrine service truck (ie. turd herder). Which is a good thing seeing as how I was expecting to sit behind a desk all the live long day. Being assigned to an outside job today was just the begining of my awesometastic day. Just so you guys know, this blog has been like a whole day in the making, because everytime I have started it, I have to go out because a stupid plane drops out of the air in it needs to potty! I hope you liked the Mr Rogers opening, that song has been in my head all day and I dont have a clue as to why. Its kinda scary but I like it. It has been pretty dreary all day and it was even hailing pretty hard when I had to make my way back to work from the dorms where I was having lunch. I love hail! Its so cool, it was really small hail, but hail nonetheless. I dont know whats so great about it, maybe the taste, its almost like strange cold lettuce snowcones. I'm gonna stop discussing that so no one will think I'm stranger than they already do. The best thing about today has to be that I will not be working tomorow, as in not putting on a uniform, as in going back to sleep after I wake up at four and make phone calls and then slipping back in between the sheets for a few more hours of nappy time. (OH HAPPY DAY! The guy I have been doing crap duty with just came in and told me to pick heads or tails for a coin flip, I picked heads and got out of having to go dump a C-17 urinal. Thank you God.) Well Only a ticket home could make this day better, or maybe some sales at the comissary... on burritos, or maybe those microwaveable tacos (which are so so so good). Ya know, all reading this may just want to stary praying for me, either pray that I will no longer have food on the brain all the time, or that I will not get obise. Just pick one, I dont care either way, lol. Ahh, only one hour left and then I am home free for then next two days..... More to come on my off day activities, I may get a chance to to to Calogne and see a really old gothic cathederal. Isnt it exciting, and if any of you want pics from my last trip, ask bri or my mom to send them to you.