Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known

Earlier this week, before I found out I was employed, I had a cry on FB about having to cancel my birthday tattoo. A beautiful fellow blogger suggested I might put a donation button on my blog, so interested parties could throw me a couple of bucks. While the idea that other people would want to part with their money simply for something I want is totally lovely, it didn’t quite sit right with me. The idea of asking people for money just makes me feel so bad!

During the week a couple of other people mentioned they’d also be keen, and that I should do it. In the past, quite a few people have overpaid when buying things from my shop, simply because they just like the blog and wanted to do something nice and pay an extra few bucks. However, let me be the first to announce there are far more worthy causes than my frivolous wants and needs. People can’t afford medicine and food and things, so I do actually realize how incredibly privileged I am simply by being born a white person, living in a capital city in Australia. On the other hand, who am I to dictate what people spend their money on? I wouldn’t want someone to tell me what to do with the money I earn, and I can spend it as I please.

Let me explain my idea. I am going to get my half sleeve on my left arm started in a couple of weeks. It’s going to be candy/cupcake themed and is going to be super bright, happy, colorful and girly. I have left it in the hands of my very capable and talented tattoo artist as to the ultimate placement and arrangement of things, but I trust his ideas so it’s all fine. In between the larger pieces, I am going to have smaller “filler” type stuff – little candies, maybe some stars, just stuff I like that will add to the overall fun of the piece as a whole. This has always been the plan, it’s been in the works for months and has been booked for several weeks now, so it has always been something I was going to do.

So here’s what I am suggesting. As a purely optional pursuit, you may donate to the tattoo fund. You can donate $1 or $1000 or anything in between, or nothing at all. Any donations won’t buy my friendship, respect, loyalty, links to your blog, pimping of whatever you are trying to sell or anything like that.  I’m friends with my friends, I respect people who deserve respect and I’ll link you if are you cool (although, I am severely overdue to update my links, so I may well link you if you donate, but I may also link you if you don’t!). For donations of $40 or more, I am offering a unique experience for you to be part of my arm. If you donate $40 or more, I’ll let you choose 1 piece of candy to include as filler in my half sleeve. It will just be 1 piece of candy (like an M&M, jellybean, gummi bear, etc), it can be whatever color you like so long as it’s bright and colorful (and my artist has the color) and will be no larger than 2cm x 2cm. There is no claiming placements or anything like that, if you want a candy it will just be put whatever the artist thinks it will look best. You don’t get to write shit on the candy, you don’t get to choose random objects and nothing weird or creepy or anything like that. You get to pick one small piece of candy, choose a traditional color for said candy (no polka dotted jellybeans, for example) and have it included somewhere in the half sleeve. If you want to donate and don’t want to pick anything that’s ok as well, I won’t force anyone to do it

The link is below, if you’d like to donate, please go ahead. If you don’t want to, simply read on, no hard feelings. Whether I get no donations or 1503 donations, I’m gonna get this tattoo, this will simply provide some additional funds towards to project. If you donate and “buy” a candy, I’m happy to post you a picture of it once it’s all done and colored so you can have some evidence of your “purchase”, if you’d like that just leave your address in the comments section in PayPal.

***If you want to hate, please just jog on. I don’t care to hear it. If you don’t like tattoos, don’t donate. I am a consenting adult of legal age. I have several other tattoos and I will get more after this piece. I have my work done in a clean, licensed parlor by an amazing, experienced artist whom I trust completely. I am prepared to be an old lady with a wrinkled, droopy half sleeve. I understand the impact this may have on employment opportunities. I know only prostitutes and drug dealers have tattoos, and no nice boys will want girls with tattoos. I don’t know why I want to permanently mark myself, it’s not because I hate my parents, it’s not to try and be cool and it’s not to look tough. I guess I just like something that the majority of the population doesn’t seem overly keen on, but that doesn’t make it wrong or bad, it just makes it different. My skin, not yours. ***

I’ve been wanting to write about this for like a week now, but I don’t really know how to start off so I’ve been putting it off. I think I’m gonna go with dots, just because it’s all confusing and stuff so this is probably the easiest way:

• Miss Jones and I are failing at being broken up.

• When she met “someone”, I didn’t really care to concern myself with the details and assumed the someone was a “Someone” and they were weeks away from moving in together and getting dogs.

• That was actually not the case.

• After being particularly lame and feeling fundamentally shaken by her leaving, I finally told her that I miss her heaps and still pretty well feel the same as I did about her while she was here.

• Turns out Miss Jones is on a similar page.

• So now? Well, nothing is different. I still don’t want her to come home until she’s ready, she still won’t come home until she’s ready but it’s become obvious that neither of us is really ready to just walk away from the idea of “us”. If she comes back in the near future, wild horses would not stop me from running, crying, all the way to the airport if I had to. Once there, I think we would need to construct some sort of adult size baby sling because it’s most unlikely that I would release my vice-like grip on her for at least several days so strapping myself to her would be the most practical option. The mere thought of her coming back makes me all misty-eyed so I generally can’t think about it for too long, lest I burst into tears.

• The idea of us ending and moving in new directions sounded all good in theory, but in practice? Not so much. How do you fall out of love with someone that you love with every molecule of your body, when they’ve done nothing to make you feel any different?? I’m sure that it would probably be the smart idea, to just cut your losses and move on thusly preventing any chance of future heartbreak, but I just can’t do it. Maybe I will end up crushed if Miss Jones ends up landing an awesome job and never planning on coming home. I am very, very aware of the risk I am taking by being just a little bit madly in love with someone who is living on the other side of the world for an indefinite period. I know there is every chance that things may just crash and burn and I’ll end up sitting in the shower crying my eyes out for a couple of weeks, but despite all of that, I still can’t do it. I can’t walk away, I am way too invested in her so I don’t even care. I’d rather risk having my heart broken than missing out on a chance, however unlikely it may be, to be with her.

• Just for some added lame, I’m all gushy about her at the moment. I get all excited and butterflies-in-the-tummy when I get an email from her or see her come online. I guess because it’s sort of returned to the “ooh, I wonder how much she likes me” days that it’s all fun and exciting. I google “time in London” several times and day and wonder what she is doing (I know I could just remember the time difference, but I don’t). I talk about her to anyone who’ll listen, think about her all day every day and get all excited about being able to tell her the mundane shit I do. Whoever came up with the “distance makes the heart grown fonder” stuff, really knew his shit.

I know some of you lovely people who are solely concerned with my well being are going to see this as an epic disaster which will only be a matter of time until a big crash and burn. I totally appreciate the concern, but I know what I am doing and I’m jumping in with my eyes wide open. While there is the chance things will go badly, there is also just as much chance of a happily ever after. I am absolutely willing to take that chance, however small. Turns out I really can’t just walk away from her, from us.

<3

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This popped up in my reader today from Le Quaintrelle (not only is she as cute as pie, she is obviously psychic too!) I’m watching How I Met Your Mother at the moment and this episode Lily (my favourite!) has quit being a Kindergarten teacher and is trying to find her true calling but is pretty much failing. Clearly I’m not the only one to have had this delimma. [Edit: It's over, Lily went back to teaching and it's all happy families again. Bitches, there is not always a happy ending!!]

In other news, my class has had the centre’s first case of swine flu and I’ve got another four kids away sick at the moment. We got the official notification from Queensland Health today and now there are notices posted everywhere is a variety of languages and letters going home. We cleaned down everything in our room today and there is hand santizier pumps on every counter in the place, it kind of seems like bio-hazard suits and portable, mutli angle shower sprays will be the next step in the decontamination process. Just in case that wasn’t quite enough, we’ve also got a prolonged case of headlice doing the rounds. I am certain I’ll get the lice, the kids delight in swapping their hats with mine and I never worried about it but now hearing we’ve got (and had) lice, it makes me suspicious.

Now for two fabulous stories:

1) Remember the parent who snarked on me the other day? Well, she and her husband had a meeting today with the bosses about things. No one has said anything to me about it, but I am sure it has to do with how much she dislikes me as a teacher. Anyways, after her meeting she came into the room to collect her kid and was looking awfully smug (probably after hearing tomorrow is my last day). They were looking at some work the kids had done and one of my girls was following them around, telling them about the work. She read one sign and mispronounced the medium we’d used to make that art, the little girl following them around said “No, it’s like this” and corrected her pronounciation. It was not intended to be mean or bitchy, but it was the best burn I’ve witnessed in a long time…and I love her for doing it, even though she didn’t intend it to be a shut down.

2) The kids often make me “food” from the sandpit, and being a good shitty teacher, I pretend to eat it. After they tire of real food the game almost always disolves into offerings of “poo poo cake” and “yucky garbage soup” which I still pretend to eat which is just the most hilarious thing in the world, if you are four. Anyways, during the game one of the little girls offered me an imaginary baby in her hands. I pretended to eat it and then all of a sudden she got very serious and told me that “No, Miss Jen, you can’t eat babies”. Maybe you had to be there, but it was hilarious.

2a) (I forgot about this one, but it’s too good not to share) Today one of my girls was drawing and she showed me a picture of a person with a dress and high heels. I asked her to tell me about it and she explained it’s her dad when he wears a dress and high heels. Having met Dad and finding him to be an uber cool, trendy guy I presume it was for a party or dress up or something rather than true cross dressing, but either way, admiting your dad wears dresses and high heels is awesome!

Last day of school tomorrow. I’m excited to have a bit of time off to sort shit out but hopefully it won’t be too long between jobs. I’ve been applying for stuff pretty freely so hopefully someone will want me.

Only four more days of work left, I took Monday off to spend with Miss Jones*. There are three parents who are super shitty that I am leaving (shitty at the bosses for not trying to keep me), another three or so that are moderately upset because their kids enjoy having me as their teacher, and forty other parents who could give a shit because I am merely someone to ensure their kid doesn’t injured in the 10 or so hours they spend in my care. It’s OK, I have dealt.

*Tomorrow, Miss Jones is back in Brisbane and is having some goodbye drinks. I didn’t expect to see her when she was back, I thought she’d have too much to do but I get to see her tomorrow and Monday. Super exciting! We’ve already done the final goodbye business, so this is just kinda like “bonus time” which is just fun. Also fun because I get to drink tomorrow night! I haven’t had the chance/inclination to drink for ages, now I have to choose what to drink. Decisions, decisions.

I’ve applied for an insurance job. I think I’ve got a good chance of getting it, considering my insurance experience and I think my application was pretty good so fingers crossed! It’s based near the CBD but there is 12 weeks of training in a suburb right by my house, that’s three months of my favourite thing and then when I start working I can move out to where I want to live and work will be handy. It seems like it will all work well so with any luck, I’ll get it. The best part is that it’s a job I can do and then walk away from in the arvo and not have to do anything at until I start the next day.

Bootcamp is officially over. I took most of this last week off because I was just wrecked from being sick and had no energy but I dragged myself back this morning. I’m gonna sign up for the next one which starts on Monday, I have to take a couple weeks off when I am off to NZ but I’ve still got three good weeks. I don’t think there is any real difference from having done it, I am significantly fitter and maybe slightly more toned but I’m hardy buff. I suppose Rome wasn’t built in five weeks, right? Maybe 10 weeks! I might even try harder this time to make it work, now that I know what I am doing a bit better.

Right now I have been sucked into watching Gran Tarino, The Olds are watching it and I sat own for five minutes and now I can’t tear myself away. This is totally not the kind of movie I’d ever chose to sit down and watch but I can’t bear to not find out how it ends. Clint Eastwood looks a little like D’Poppy did (except D’Poppy scowled a lot less and had significantly fewer guns and assorted badass weapons). [It ended, it was actually pretty awesome. If you don't normally like action, boy movies then I reckon you should suss this one out, it's pretty decent.]

• Firstly, is everyone excited by 12:34:56 today?! Granted that itself happens each day, but not every day is 7/08/09! I am very impressed, I love little naturally occurring bits of awesome like this. I wish I could do something memorable at that time. It’s a little too late to try and organise a wedding, seeing as we are T minus thirty minutes. Maybe next millennium!

• Why am I posting at home on a Friday? It’s a long story, beginning Wednesday when I lost my shit at work. The Director came in while the kids were eating lunch and basically told my assistant and I that parents were complaining and that almost everything we do is wrong and that is all needs to change to keep the parents happy. I didn’t argue and just accepted it, but after she left I told my assistant “That’s it, I’m done, I’m resigning”. Straight after that, he left the room and went and told her that I was stressed out and planning to quit so she called me out of the room for a “meeting”. The meeting basically consisted of her being patronizing, telling me to pretty well just tow the line and do what parents want and not worry about it because they think I’m doing an ok job. At the same time she also told me how lots of people find me “unapproachable” and that I should say hello to parents and talk about their children and pretend to be interested in them. I didn’t argue back, I say hello to everyone who walks through the door, I chat to parents who want to chat, but I’m not going to press a mum or dad who is on their way to work up against a wall and demand a conversation out of them, so call me unprofessional. Anyways, as she was doing all of this all I could think about was how basically I am shit at my job and all the parents hate me and what I am doing, I know it’s not true but when all you hear is what you do wrong it’s hard to remember what you do do right. So, I kind of got to the brink of tears during the convo and let a few slip. I never cry in front of people, I don’t recall the last time I cried in front of someone, but work just stresses me out so much that I couldn’t hold it anymore. I’m going to resign. I don’t know if I mentioned it but one parent in particular has an issue with me and is basically doing everything in her power to make me feel like shit about everything I do, the director doesn’t really care to defend me or support the work I am doing because it’s more important to keep parents happy and getting their money than defending the work of a qualified teacher to narky parents. I just want out, I can’t do it anymore. I’m home today because I am sick, again. I think the combination of dirty kid germs and the fact I am stressed to the max just meant I caught the latest thing going around.

• I ordered some Hello Kitty temporary tattoos as preparation for my real shoulder cap. I am going to get a Hello Kitty face as part of the the combination of bits, I do love Hello Kitty – I have done for so many years so I feel confident I won’t grow to hate her anytime soon plus, she’s like the face of Japan so it’s meaningful on two levels. The tattoo set also comes with a cupcake and icecream cone and other super cutey bits that I want to use as well. I’m slowly narrowing down the bits I want in it, and how I want it to all come together. I think when I come back from NZ I’ll start getting it designed and maybe have it actually done for my birthday. What better way to celebrate 26 than with a super cute, immature, girly girl tattoo??

• Boot camp is going well. The other night we did the same run that I did on my first night. The first time I could run maybe 1/4 of the way and really felt like I might die when I was done, but this time I ran 3/4 of the way and felt fine! I probably could have run the whole way but I was getting sick and it was after the particularly shit day at work so I was feeling a little bit more worn out than normal. I got my Bridge to Brisbane kit today, joggers have a maximum of 45 minutes to complete the course but I am just going the “general” section so I’d like to have it done in an hour. I think it’s a reasonable goal, not impossible and not too difficult.

• I am epically failing at being “broken up” with Miss Jones. See! I can’t even acknowledge it as a real break up, it is still an inverted commas break up. I still love her, I still want to hug her every day, I still need to speak to her daily but it’s not even one sided, she’s just as bad as I am. When she’s OS and chatting daily isn’t an option anymore I will be struggling. I’m still pretending that she’ll just come home in a while and things will be back to normal. I don’t want to think about the alternative. Yeah, I know this is probably going to result in a massive crash and burn but I still can’t help but be hopeful, there just might be a chance it will work out. Right?..?..?

Let’s be honest, the dots are a bit inescapable at the moment. There is no way to coherantly link all the parts of my life at the moment so lets just chunk them, alright?

• Miss Jones. She’s working at Splendor this weekend so I am currently feeling like I’ve lost my right arm, this means that next week is going to be particuarly shit when I will possibly never see her again. I dropped a small fortune on her going away present, in my mind it feels like the more I spend, the more she’ll know how much I will miss her. I have also been requested to make a scoodie for her (like what I made for Wifey when she went to London). I am feeling a little susperstitous and suspect that it will mean she’ll never come back, because the last scoodie recipient has no plans to return, but so be it – if she wants a scoodie, she’ll have a scoodie. So not ready to call time on this yet, it was four months the other day, that’s not long enough!!

• Bootcamp. I am starting to really love it, it’s 45 minutes/1 hour of sweating and puffing but I feel so good afterwards and now I don’t ache so badly anymore so it’s pretty good. I don’t feel any smaller or less jiggly but I can already tell my fitness is getting better.Last night my trainer mentioned carb cycling and said how it’s made a huge different to some people who were trying to slim down. It sounds pretty easy so I am gonna try it. It’s only a three day cycle – one day you can et carbs for breakfast, lunch and dinner, the next day you eat carbs at breakfast or lunch and the final day you eat no carbs, you can repeat it again and then have one day of moderate eating or just start again at high carb. The idea is that your body gets it’s carb hit, then in the next couple of days tops up the energy it needs from your fat stores, then gets another carb hit so it doesn’t go into starvation mode. It appeals to me because it is short (I have a limited attention span when it comes to these sorts of things) and it doesn’t require going without for long periods (if I tried to cut out all carbs, I’d die). I might as well eat better while doing all this exercise junk, why not right?

• Work. I took a mental health day today. It’s not good to wake up every morning and be disappointed that you didn’t die in your sleep and therefore have to go to work. I need to get out of the industry, it’s not fair to the kids to be teaching when I am not feeling it anymore and I’d hate to become one of those awful, jaded teachers who just keep doing it because they never bothered to change careers. Anyways, I don’t care to talk about it any longer, I want two days of work free thinking.

• Crafty shit. Went to Spotlight today for scoodie supplies and got a screen printing kit for $15! It’s only a kiddies one, but it comes with screen silk, screen filler, paints, a frame and all the other junk for making screens for printing. It’s pretty tops, I’ve wanted to screen for ages but have never done it because it’s so exxy to get into but $15 is just right! I was talking with Miss Jones over breakfast about how much I love making stuff, I don’t know why I don’t do it more. Well, I do know why, it’s totally self sabotage – making shit makes me genuinely happy and I am pretty good at talking myself out of doing things like that in favour of stuff I “should” do and that annoys me.

Forgive me, I’ve been so busy. Miss Jones is only in Brisbane for another couple of weeks before she goes to her parents place for a few weeks before going OS, so I’ll have plenty of spare time again soon.

• Miss Jones – we’ve had our last weekend together and now it’s just down to a couple of mid week visits over the next two weeks and then that’ll probably be it. She’ll be home from her parents’ place for four days before she leaves for good, but I’m not sure if I’ll get to see her then. I’m still particularly unhappy about it all, but what can you do? She’s gotta do this, I’ve gotta stay and sort my shit out so it is what it is. I am just going to wish my very hardest that the UK gets a terrible cold snap so she realizes how shit it is to live through a Northern hemisphere winter and come back home. It’s shitty.

• Boot camp - Running. So much running. Also lots of jumping, crunching and otherwise working muscles that have not been disturbed for many years. I hurt badly last week after only two sessions so I am definately not slacking off, this week I’m going three times and I imagine it will be just as bad. I don’t hate it, it goes quickly enough and the trainer is mean but in a good way. I haven’t met anyone else who seems particularly cool yet, but you can’t have everything, right?

• Work - I just hate it. It’s just unnecessarily complicated and dramatic. It’s 100% about making the most money for the company and the kids don’t get a mention, so long as they are maintained at a level that makes parents keep sending them, no one cares. The resources aren’t that good, there is a huge number of unqualified staff and it’s usually just a stressful stiuation to place your child in. I am becoming hugely disenchanted with the industry and I’m doing my best to get out of it. Over the weekend I applied for three jobs, all of which will pay me a fair chunk more than I get at the moment for doing not a great deal.

Well, I woul keep writing but I am literallly falling asleep as I sit here. Considering it’s only an hour until I need to be galloping around a park I need to sort this out and get some energy back, more later!!

This week has to be better, last week has to have used up all my bad luck so I should be back to being alright again, right?

Last week:

• Miss Jones and I had a bit of a argument-y thing and also started to talk about the possible break up stuff when she goes OS.

• D’Nanny ended up in hospital with heart problems (that still isn’t sorted).

• I found out a parent thinks I am “unapproachable” and another parent complained about the G-rated Jimmy Neutron DVD I bought in for the kids to watch.

It doesn’t sound like much, but essentially every aspect of my life, aside from my friends was just burried in shitiness last week.

The stuff with Miss Jones just sucks, I just hate that a really awesome relationship might have to end for no reason other than distance. I always knew that she was going away and I chose to actively ignore it but now that we’ve only really got 3 or 4 weeks left together (after you take out all the other bits and pieces she’s doing before she goes away) it’s just shit. Another international move is not on my cards this year, and this is something that Miss Jones wants (and needs) to do alone so I won’t be going too. It might turn out that she is gone for a month and then comes back but she is leaving with the view to be gone for a while so I am not really going to get my hopes up. The long distance thing isn’t really an option either because Miss Jones isn’t into it. Consequently, I’m thinking of pissing off for Term Four – out to someplace far, far away from everyone and everything to teach for a bit. Being in Brisbane now without Jac is shitty enough, but without Jac and Miss Jones? I don’t want a part of that.I want her to go and have a great time and experience everything and all of that, but I don’t want her to go, I just want to do happily ever after with her. Is that so much to ask?

I remember years ago when I went on holiday with A and Little A and we were sitting around playing that “Would you rather…?” game and I got asked “Would you rather meet the love of your life and know that you’d only ever have 6 months with them or have a lifetime of happy relationships but never meet the one?” I said I’d rather not have someone knowing there would be a definate end date because that would be heartbreaking, particularly if it wasn’t a normal break up – if it was just a case of no longer being able to be together. Turns out, it is just as shit as I imagined but I am also selfish, I would never, ever wish that I’d never met Miss Jones but I just don’t want it to end. I want to have my cake and eat it too.

D’Nanny isn’t critical or anything, but it’s still not great. Her heart isn’t beating the way it should and for a younger person it isn’t a massive concern but for someone who is 86, it’s not ideal. They’ve done a couple of things to try and get it to be normal again but as yet nothing is working. The final resort is to basically reset one’s heart, by stopping it and then starting it again but obviously it’s not a great idea to be stopping the heart of an old lady for any reason, so I don’t know what will happen.

Work. I am just severley underwhelmed with everything. One of my favourite people there has gone to work in another centre, there is a shit fight going on between some of the other staff and the owners, they’ve put the fees up so parents are getting angsty and it’s just reasonably unpleasant there at the moment. I am simply doing my job and trying to stay out of the drama. It’s becoming increasingly tempting to go back to relief work because the money is better, you get to stay out of all the drama and bitching and there is more work out there than you could jump over so staying full time would not be a concern at all. I don’t know and I suspect I don’t even really care anymore.

Come on, this week, please be better!!

Firstly, before I go ahead and be all disgusting, let me give the biggest congrats to my lovely Miss Jones who has gone ahead and scored herself a secondment working in London’s WEST END on Dirty Dancing in August. It’s seriously big business and West End is something a lot of people in her professional only dream about for their careers and she’s managed to get her foot in the door. I have no doubt she’ll blow them away and will be in hot demand when she is officially graduated. Big claps all round please! xxxx

So, now onto the juicy bits….literally.

I woke up this morning with a seriously sore tummy, I thought it might just be a tummy ache so I didn’t really care too much about it. I felt like chucking so I drank water and went outside and waited in the car for a few minutes until Miss Jones was ready and then the motion of the car and cool air seemed to make it a bit better. I dropped Miss Jones off and her film shoot and then started driving home to get ready for work and I coughed. After I coughed I got the icky taste in my mouth that I always get before I vom, and then it was on….

For reasons I cannot understand, I covered my mouth thinking that might actually stop it but instead it just forced the vom out all around my hand so it was literally from my eyes down to my knees. Once I started I couldn’t stop and managed to go another four more times. I was driving on a major road during peak hour so there was no chance to stop or pull over, so I just have to chuck all over myself and keep going.

If you’ve never driven home with your thighs pressed together to stop the vom juices from your lap from leaking on your apolstery, you’ve never lived. I stripped off as soon as I got in the door and jumped in the shower to make myself human again. This daring act set me off again and I spent some time expelling the very last little bit of my stomach contents and then worked on displacing my liver.

After that I called work and told them but was told I have to come in because they can’t replace me, so too bad. Right now I am waiting for my docotor appointment so I can see if there is anything I can take for it, but I almost suspect there won’t be seeing as I managed to throw up the water I drank this morning. I couldn’t want to go to work less, I am so tired and completely lacking in any sort of energy but what can I do? I am sure I caught a bug from the kids seeing as a few of them have been away with a similar condition so I’m either going to go and infect them all or get get a second helping. Awesome.

I am sipping some water and I can feel the third round bubbling up inside. I’ve already managed to chuck on myself in the car and in the shower so no doubt I’ll go for the trifecta of embarrassing voms and go for the Doctors waiting room floor or something classy like that.

Anyways, that’s my big story. I never, ever vom so it’s always a special occasion when I do so I wanted to share the story….bet you’re glad you clicked my link today??