i want sergi’s pizza and some wings. i want chicken-pot-pie and some brownies. i want a turkey sandwhich (cut in half, thank you very much) and some salad on the side. i want some pasta with alfredo sauce and italian bread and butter. i want a piece of apple pie with a cup of coffee to make it just right. i want a new york plain bagel with philadelphia cream cheese (i know, i’m boring). i want tacos and those pumpkin cookies that are so very yummy. i want beef strogenoff made sinclair style with some ice cream afterwards. i want mexican casserole and the usual corn right by it. i want a hamburger and a cheese danish (not together). i want ice cream. i want soup. i want, i want, i want. i’d even settle for the wheat thins that usual sat on my desk here. but alas! after eating them for lunch for the past week and a half, the box has been emptied rather quickly and i had to toss it the other day. i can hardly wait for this hour to go by… before i can go home and get what i really want:

food.

my daddy’s got some fun family pictures.

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during my walk home from work (i know, isn’t it lovely that i live so near to the place that i work?), i stopped at the library, the post office, and the bank. as the librarian scanned my card (because madrid is no so high-tech) she asked how much longer i have before i leave for germany. we chatted for a few minutes about that. a little bit later i handed some church banking over to the teller and she wanted to know if my sister had had her baby yet. i smiled and said no.

i think living in a small town is so much fun.

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*Edit #2

you should all go here and check out my song.  it’s pretty sweet.