Stairs

are a bitch. Let me reiterate- stairs are a BITCH. My legs hurt. My butt hurts. My shins hurt. 48 stairs at least twice a day. More if I want a cigarette. Try hauling luggage. Or wearing a flak vest with chem gear on. Plus the gas mask. And the backpack filled with items needed for work. We have to wear chemgear booties. I wear a size 6 shoe. I can wear girls size 4 shoes. My feet aren't the width of the stairs. Until I put on the booties. Then my feet are huge.

I tripped going up the stairs.

Within the first 8 steps.

Twice.

Knees aren't meant to connect with stairs.

Trust me, it's a bitch.

*purty legs*
*purty legs*
*purty legs*

That's my new mantra. It's what keeps me going.

God, I better have a tight ass when I leave.

Ok, enough bitching.

I'm having fun. Work is even fun. Everyone laughs and cuts up. The work gets done and everyone has fun doing it. What more could a supervisor ask for?

I'm a lucky pixie. I got some boxes in the mail. One from my Mama who loves me so much. I couldn't ask for a better Mama. *love you mommy*

And one from Nell and the girls. Filled with life's necessities. Coffee, chocolate, and books. I love you guys.

I don't have internet in my room yet. I have to walk outside (down those bloody stairs) to hook up and smoke a cigarette. I smoke several at a time. Ain't no way in hell I'd come downstairs for just one. So I bring a book. And my laptop if I feel like hauling it down. Laptops aren't heavy until you haul it up a 4th floor walkup. Trust me.

That's why I haven't been on much. Forgive me. :-)

And now you know what's been going on in my life. Not a whole lot but I'm sure as heck enjoying it.

I do miss you guys though. It's only a year and then home for good!

I can't wait.

But until then I'm gonna have fun.

But for now, I'm gonna log off and go....

yes, you guessed it.

Climb the damn stairs.

*purty legs*

*sigh*