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hodge podge of nothingness this post will be.
 i have a lot of wacky emotions right now.
yesterday i realized how much i miss me friends. well,
i mean the missionary ones.
i got to see some of Kyle Crowther and Michael Roberts' photos today.
they made me happy to see them. happily working. and learning new things.
and saving the world by helping them learn that they can
repent and return to our heavenly father. but,
i was also saddened.
i miss their quirks. Carl Walker Prince's dorky puns,
Kyle's SHS [sweaty hand syndrome] okay, i don't really miss that...
but i miss making fun of him. Frandsen's crackily voice, jerk squadding with
the "reds" [colton and frandsen.] Michael's annoying noises, and whistling.
g-baby's obsession with watching other people's relationships, and serious
yet, funny comments and wry grin. Mr. Ayers' towering over me, raising one
eyebrow saying, "billy, can you make me food." and i miss
always making them treats. being the "team mom." calling 'my sons' home
for dinner.
you know, i should write them instead of writing about them on my blog. but,
sometimes i just feel so overwhelmed.
oh well. no excuses. right? if i'm their team mom, i gotta BE their team mom
and show them my support.

okay. i'm done with that.

Pizza Pie Cafe was an adventure. As I am passing through the kitchen, I hear Karl say, "Tara, don't let Harrison's paleness get to you. He just is on a pill, and it is wearing down. Which is also why he is crazy." Then, as I am emptying buckets I hear Harrison yell, "KARL! I don't take PILLS! I WANT to get pregnant."

Silence overcame PPC. You could hear crickets chirping. then... laughter burst out from everywhere. What did Harrison just say? Did he seriously just say he wanted to birth a child? Kind of.

also, because i was first cash I was in charge of cleaning the bathrooms. Now, i don't mind cleaning bathrooms, but Men's bathrooms are always just plain gross. and, i had Karl go in and check to make sure no one was in there. he came out, stared at me, and said. "oh, one of the stalls is locked." "What do you expect me to do," I asked. "Climb under the door."  Okay, I do a lot of things that I find disgusting for my job, but I was drawing the line. There was absolutely no way I was going to crawl under the doorway to unlock it.

So I didn't.

Sleepy Sleepy,
Billy.