it's nothing special....it's just kriss

This morning I woke up so refreshed and excited for the day...that was my first clue. I was pleasantly suprised to be awake well before my alarm went off...that was my next clue. I noted that it was a bright, sunny day...that was the final clue...that's when I started to get nervous. Then I grabbed my phone to see what time it was. That's when I started freaking out. Yes, yes I had slept through my alarm! But not by a few minutes...or an hour...no, that would have been recoverable. I slept through my alarm by two and a half hours! It was 9:30!! I was so proud of myself though - I woke up at 9:30 and I clocked in at work at exactly 9:47. That's right...I have super powers...very deeply hidden, untapped, unreachable, unbelievable super powers. But the best part of the morning was not the extra two hours of sleep, or the confidence-boosting discovery of my super human abilities - it was the fact that as late as I was...I STILL beat my boss to work. Phew! That was close. Pretty...

Yes, I have to admit it, I am a scripture slut. What the crap is a scripture slut you may be thinking. Well, let me enlighten you. I will have to give you some history though. On my mission I apparently had a hot love affair with one of the elders - we shall call him Elder Untouchable. I WISH I could remember it - man, if my life had a forbidden love scene in it, I would at least like to remember it...probably will be the only one I get. Anyway, I came home...completely unaware that my mission was an epic love saga of rumors about me and Elder Untouchable. At Elder Untouchable's homecoming, another elder from the mission asked if he could clarify something he had heard about this love scandal. I said sure. This is the story he proceeded to tell me: It was late one evening and I was at the mission office helping Elder Untouchable. President walked in and saw me sitting in a chair, Elder Untouchable standing over me ... and there was a bright lamp directly above us. Our companions we...

Okay, so I have officially been home from my mission for 2 years, 3 months, 19 days, 1 hour and 12 minutes...well, I'm not sure if it's EXACTLY 12 minutes, it might only be 11 minutes and 37 seconds...but 12 is a rough estimate. Anyway, in these long years since the good old days in Philly, I have become extremely successful - extremely successful at forgetting my mission language that is. Of course I still speak Spanish and due to some exciting events at work recently, the cat's out of the bag - all the Spanish people at work know that I speak their idioma. BUT I don't study in Spanish, I don't read in Spanish, heck - I don't even pray in Spanish. So to combat this horrible tragedy, I decided to start reading fiction books in Spanish. So far I have read...well, I DECIDED I was going to read already...that doesn't mean I've actually READ anything. I went to the store yesterday to pick up my first book. There was a riveting selection - Catholic religious ...