Yahoo!!

The markets and events in DC are very fun, but what is funner (yes that is a word, check my personal dictionary) is that I am going to Wicked Halloween night. We will be dressing up (pictures to come). I am only going because:
1) My husband loves me.
2) We are celebrating a year older.

Personal Dictionary

Funner (fun {r}) A greater amount of fun than the normal amount.

Icckykappo (Iccky [c] a pooo) Gross poo

These are both real words.

I deserve It

Before I explain what I deserve and why, I just want to update you all that I found out my boss was married to a prince from Saudi Arabia or some place like that. She is strange and not into Americans. I respect that.


I just decided that I deserve 1,000,000 dollars. And I have good reasoning, also.

1. I would give at least 40,000 to various charities.

2. I would buy all those I love an I-phone or something sweet like that.

3. I would still clean my own room and not hire a maid (but I would probably buy the softer toilet paper, that stuff is nice.)

4. I would give nicer gifts at Christmas time.

5. I would travel the world and give out free tooth brushes to the homeless people I see-that is not something you see everyday.

6. I would fly my family (including myself of course) to hang out with the cast of glee and probably be on the show because two amazing things in the same room can only make the world more amazing, Thanks to me!

7. I would get personalized singing lessons. Then when I was amazing I would put on 1/2 priced concerts. Once again saving others money.

8. Probably start a clothing line and NOT hire Irina from Project Runway because frankly I don't like her. I would probably hire someone else like . . . well someone who is nice and makes me cute dresses. This would help others be more fashionable for a fantastic price!

9. I would not spoil my future children and they would still have to do their chores. Especially the dishes I can't stand doing the dishes! Ug.

10. I would occasionally and probably very rarely drop ten dollar bills on the cement. Everyone loves finding money on the streets.

See, It makes perfect sense why I should be awarded a million dollars. Something I see people wasting everyday buying useless things like soap and I would use the money so much better than them!

My Life

One of my three jobs out here in DC is an acupuncturist's assistant. No I don't help her poke people (lets just clear that up right now.) This is my boss Tracy Hackett. She looks like a normal ordinary person, right?

WRONG!! This lady had the craziest stories ever. Every time I work for her I am filled with romantic tales about her lover in Egypt, or the man whom she broke his heart or else he would have been disowned from his family ( this all happened when she was living back in his home country in some where like Saudi Arabia.) Or how about the story of how her boyfriend Skip from Florida was jealous of her previous love with this Arabian man and so he joined her on her next travel to the Arabian land only to stop her from seeing her old lover. I know it is all very complicated and quite hard to explain. Actually it is quite hard to understand, as well.

I know what you are thinking, she is making this all up. This woman couldn't really live such a life. But the thing is it just fits her. She wouldn't be the crazy amazing Tracy Hackett I know, if she didn't have this craziness leaping from her.

Sincerely,

The little married mormon girl who is really sticking out in this city.

Really?

Friday night I finished work just before midnight in downtown DC. This is how the next 12 hours went down.

midnight- Friend needs a ride home from work cause her A word boyfriend was drunk. Drive her to Maryland.

12:30am- Arrive home to Virginia.

1am- Drive back to Maryland to save friend. Friend calls it quits with lame dude, packs up bags, moves out.

2am- Back in Virginia.

SLEEP

10am-Friend buys flight home for Texas. Flight leaves in 4 hours.

12pm-A word wants to try and make it work again (for like the 18th time) drive to Maryland.

1pm- Back in Virginia.

4pm- Back in DC for work. All is well.

I credit this adventure all to A word and gasoline. I only appreciate one.