Title Schmitle

I'm overwhelmed by how much time has past since I last wrote, but I have a legitimate "I've been soooo busy" excuse. Because I have. You know how I usually have about 20 free hours/week over the course of 3 work days? Well I haven't had any of that free time, for various reasons ranging from my bosses actually giving me tasks that consume ample amounts of time, to me having to do seemingly never ending class assignments. Also, included in this lapse was Spring Break, for which I was out of town the entire time. It was mostly spent on a church mission trip during which the rare free time I had was spent sleeping, because I was extremely lacking in it. Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed the mission trip, mainly because I get a strange thrill from making things more aesthetically pleasing, especially for people who can't/won't do it themselves, like that precious bundle of love up there in that picture. Meet D.T. (Buddy) Bridges (don't know how"Buddy" came from the D or the T). 

                                           He is 84 and was on the USS Bunker Hill which was bombed by the Japanese, and according to him, 656 people died. Anyway, he had a lot of interesting stories and he reminded me of my Papa, who was also in WWII, but he fixed airplanes and things. He stood guard at the Battle of the Bulge, said it was the coldest and most scared he's ever been, and said his was the second set of troops to storm Normandy... also very scary.

Thereeee he is :) I like the two on the left because he's smiling (which is rare) haha and I'm pretty sure I gave him that coffee mug that says "grandpa" on it.

Annnddddd now I'm overwhelmed because I've lost my train of intensely focused thought that I had earlier this morning... looks like my meds are wearing off extra-quickly today. The main problem with this is that now, out of the millions of things I could write about, I don't have the discipline to discern which is the most pen-worthy. I knew I shouldn't have "taken a break" from this, because this is what happens, and then the "break" loses all of its conceptual worth. I'm going to stop writing now and hope that this fills up enough space until my next literary breakthrough.

                                                        
Side note: I've had at least 10 people tell me I should have my own T.V. show; so if you know anyone who wants to follow me and Clayton (and Katie when she's with me) around and video our lives, let me know. It could mean an investment partnership for you if we got picked up by some desperate T.V. station (MTV).