The Call

Well, friends and neighbors, today is the day I'm supposed to receive the long awaited call from my admissions advisor. The call that's supposed to be my orientation. The call I had to cut short my trip at my mother's for in order that I be here to receive it on the house phone. The call that I have no idea about when I'm receiving since the damned advisor is 10 hours behind Kuwait time. I'll probably receive it sometime this evening.

And if, after all this f***ing around, I don't receive the blessed call...I think I may very well be forced to send an irate email to that advisor. I've read his initial orientation emails and , surprise surprise, certain things couldn't be accessed. *Sigh*. Patience, Dragon.

M has spoken to me, but that person is still angry I can tell. Patience there too. I haven't spoken to B in awhile, feel like I'm in B withdrawal. I probably am since I was talking to her everyday in New york. I need to send her an email.

I had a lot of fun with my family. And you know what? I make my own sisters laugh just fine. Though if the truth were known, I don't really see what she thinks is so bleeding funny half the time...but still! It's fun to see how she rolls into a ball on the floor while she laughs.

I need to buy the kid's school junk. But my money sitch is bordering on desperate, and hubby's is already there. If we didn't have food in the fridge we'd really be up sh*t creek. Thank God she has uniforms that still fit. It pays to have stuff made a little bigger than needed when you're going to the tailor. But the knapsack, notebooks, supplies... She needs that stuff by the 3rd. Where am I going to get it? Well, not where, but how. I must broach that subject with hubby. Ugh. I already know he's going to be trippin about how he has no money and everything has to wait until he gets paid. How I miss having my own money!!!

You know what? These blog things should have some emoticons. Some of those little faces really express a person's mood.....