// This photo makes me feel all kinds of awesome. For the first time in eleven years, I was able to cast my vote on American soil. No more absentee ballot for me, I was stoked! And like a dork, I wore that sticker All. Day. Long. (That sticker now lives stuck to my bathroom mirror. Re: dork.)
// And you know what else was awesome? That extra hour yesterday was, that’s what. I woke up bright as a button at 5:22 (because I had fallen asleep a little after ten the night before… I wasn’t even able to stay awake for Saturday Night Live for Pete’s sake. I’m ridiculous), and by 8AM I felt like I had already conquered the world (‘conquered the ironing’ is a more accurate description, but whatever).
// But wasn’t so awesome was the pity party I threw myself as I ironed. What happened was this… Gregory called (as he does twice everyday) and told me that he and Mrs. London had just finished watching Mr. London’s match, and they were going to go and have a few drinks. Suddenly the biggest wave of jealousy washed over me followed by the opening of a big, sad, pit in my stomach. HOW COME I’M HERE IRONING AT MY MOTHER’S HOUSE IN TEXAS WHILE THEY’RE PARTYING IT UP IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE?! Yep, a full on green-themed pity party complete with whine was being thrown in my bedroom and let me tell you, it wasn’t pretty.
// Plus, get this… Mr. London won a big award a couple of months ago and one of the prizes was a Rolls Royce Phantom for a week. He picked it up a few days ago, so Gregory has been cruising around Toulon with his Bumder in a mother-trucking Rolls while I’m over here all like Naomi No Mates. Whatever. (If anyone has a tiny violin, now would be the time to play it.)
// Moving on to more awesome things… electrical outlets. That’s right, electrical outlets. Besides taking closets for granted my fellow Americans, don’t ever take the number of outlets you have in your home for granted because in some other countries you don’t necessarily have a plethora of them in a room, you might only have like, two, and that blows. (This is what’s floating my boat these days… electrical outlets. Man, I live a sad life.)
// Want to know what else floats my boat? Law & Order SVU marathons. I love me some American TV. Love it.
// Oh, and there’s a fusion, Tex-Mex/ Cuban taco truck in my town that makes some seriously mouthwatering stuff. I picked up my favorite dish there a couple of weeks back (this mix of rice, beans, marinated roasted shredded pork, cilantro, and onion topped with sweet potato fries), and the guy there asked me what my plans were for the day. I pointed to my container and said, “this.” Because sometimes my plans for the day can actually revolve around food.
// Speaking of food… I found Raclette cheese in Texas! Can I get a woo-hoo?! Now I just have to order a grill, and this winter, THERE WILL BE RACLETTE. (I wonder if there is anyway I can order a Honey Jr too?)
// Do you know what this is? Sure it’s wine, but more importantly, it’s gifted wine, as in FREE! A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine sent me a message that said, “I’d like to send you some wine. Any interest?” Uh, yeah. Is that not the best message one could possibly receive? (Other than: “your husband has been issued his Green Card”, of course). So last week, a UPS delivery man who I will now call, Santa, showed up at my house with these four beauties. Am I a lucky duck or what? (It also should be noted that this is not the first time someone has sent me wine. Clearly, I was born under a wine sign.)
// And because I’m loving this whole positive, happy, awesome vibe I’ve got going on here with the last few paragraphs, I’m going to keep the good times going and close out this post by saying this: From the bottom of my heart, thank you all for the support you gave me on this post. Once again you all have shown that you are the best and most supportive friends out there. Really and truly, you guys rock. Now get out there and rock the vote tomorrow! (Do you see what I did there?)