Arrival in the AOR

So normally you would have all gotten a exquisitely worded post from  me, expounding all the lovely things that I have done thus far in the Middle East, and yet as you all waited on tender-hooks, in total expectation you have as of  yet been disappointed.  WHY?!?!?!  Because I have officially entered the AOR (Area of Retards).  Now, I know that some folks will take offense to the fact that I used the word “retarded”, and I don’t mean any ill will on those individuals who are mentally handicapped. We aren’t talking about them.  We are however talking about folks who wouldn’t know their heads from a hole in their ass.  Those people who somehow think that the world revolves around their stupid little area of expertise. Not even expertise per-say…. that implies a supreme knowledge.

 But I digress… 

My trip thus far hasn’t been too bad, I should have brought more clothes, and stuff, but I guess I really cant complain. I will have to purchase some more PT gear here soon, cuz I’m running out quickly.  I wish that I had my own Laundromat here, but I must be crazy to be complaining about being forced to let someone else wash my clothes.  My room is tiny, but I don’t need much and I’m continually reminding myself that I once shared that room with another person for 4 months.  AFN is AFN…. that’s all I will say about that. I’m a little sad to be missing some of my favorite shows, but I can suck it up.  Other than that things are good. I miss my babies so much, and its hard, but I have to be strong.  I hope that they are doing well, and I get that they don’t understand whats going on, but I will be home soon.

Ok enough mushiness… Back to surfing the net…