I AM HERE ↓

I have definitely had my ups and downs in life but this week takes the cake as THE WORST WEEK OF MY LIFE. Ok no it wasn't but I do dramatic well and I did have several more rough patches than usual so I'm just gonna go with it.

I got in trouble by a superior this week (why does that word have super in it? plenty of superiors are not super. Maybe I'm just misspelling it which you will find is a big possibility as you continue reading my blog). The thing is we were 15 minutes into the 20 minute lecture until realizing that I was in trouble due to Mr. Superiors extremely heavy accent and penchant for nervous laughter. So here I am thinking we are having a good old conversation and bonus cause he thinks I am really funny although all I have said nothing when he starts getting louder and louder and a bit red.

That's the last I really remember because I am good at blocking out tragic events in my life. That is also why I don't remember much of 8th grade.

The next day I come to work to discover a "Trojan" on my computer. So most of my Tuesday morning looked like Horatios...


(Ah a classic)

And the whole time I am thinking oh no they are now going to do an audit of all the stuff I have ever looked at on my computer ever to see where it came from and I can't recall but I am pretty sure my bff Perez Hilton is not actually on the list of approved sites to visit considering I work in finance and not for TMZ.

Then a meeting I busted my butt for got cancelled 10 min beforehand, then my superior told his superior of his issues with me,then I found out my friends had a party and didn't invite me (ok they live in Lubbock and I live in Houston but I am still sad because I miss them), and then I lost ten dollars(ok not really on the 10 dollars). So now that I have depressed myself all over again by reminiscing I am moving on with my life. I am heading to Dallas to see my Mama and she will listen to me wine about my problems as much as I want and then she will say well that idiot guy doesn't he know you hung the moon? And then she will take me to six flags for a pink thing and if you don't know what that is you haven't truly lived.

Oh and the silly junk described above is nothing. Especially compared to the Anderson's week. Randy and Kathy Anderson were our sunday school teacher in college and his precious son has been fighting a terrible infection all week and has already been labeled a miracle boy for all he has come through-Thanks to Jesus! Please keep them in your prayers as it seems they still have a long road ahead.

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