Many moons since we pulled out the puterbox and and just chatted, ya know like talked about us. Well I am sorry for that, I really am, its my fault, not yours. Really is, honest. I know this is a two way street, and without me looking out for your needs, well its just me being selfish.
I really wasn't looking at any other blogs or anything, ok, well maybe a few, but really it was just looking, nothing more I promise. I didn't subscribe to any, and usually used a private browser and Norton Antivirus (tm) just to be safe. Never know where some of these other blogs have been, and honestly better safe than sorry.
I just, ya know, was in a weird place, ya know. Like I was just needing some time to get my thoughts together and see if you were the blog that I wanted to be with. I mean like foreverever. With this time away I realized that a blogs are never perfect, but that's what I like about you. You might not have all these fancy pop ups or Huuuuuuge Bannners. You are plain, simple, kinda funny, a bit awkward, and there is beauty that I find in that. Your not perfect, but you are mine. I heart you, I have always hearted you, and if you will, heart you for a much longer time.
Phewwwww, now that I have that off my chest lets get down to biznizzzzzz. Lets see, its about 6am, jetlag working like a champ, and starting the day off right with news of Uncle Pey Peys next victory, always a treat. I am in my new home away from home away from home Mazar-e-Sharif, or Mes for short.
Lets try and pronounce it together, Say it with me now: M...........................es, M......................es, M.................es, M...............es, M......es, M........es, M....es, M..es,
Mes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy nom nom nom nom nom, cooooooooookies. Ok there was my cookie monster reference for today.
For those of you not in the know, Mes is in the norf of the AFG, a akwardly sketchy 45 minute flight over the Hindu Kush, or an even awkwardly 8-15 hour drive through badman land. I will opt for the flight yall, it comes with an awkward sammich and a free Mountain Dew, take that United Airlines! 45 minutes and free snacks, boom. What you got.
Mes, is a sleepy town, with less Kabooms than Kabuuul, and where I will be spending my time for the next lil bit. Although I am just getting to know this lovely city, I wanted to show you around my new locale that I be chillen with. New digs, New dawgs.
No Ricky and Cookie here, but we do have a couple of young guns here learning the ropes on how to keep the bad men away. Behold Ice(AKA Iceman in my book) and Julie(AKA Merlin in my book). These are just a couple youngins trying to protect the skies with their deft and daring moves. They're dangerous, and I like it.
Pishak The Destroyer. Honestly I really don't like gatos, and until this lil one stops biting my toes and jumping all up on my shit, he/she/it will not be called by a real name, only Pishak, which means gato in Dari.
Horsies. Yes Horsies! Although these are not our own horsies, they do live right behind our casa and wake me up bright and early. Not sure their names yet, but since they are buskashi horsies I assume there is a Bitrey among them just waiting to get his choppers working for the upcoming matches.
Casablanca. Yes this is the palace in which I reside. No LandCrusher, but the 4 Runner does a legit job.
My Garden, where I find my inner self amongst the roses or just lounge on the bedy type thing in the back. *actually haven't really spent any time there, only enough to take this photo.
Mes. No Instgramy filters here, just some plain old high desert haze.
Things Green Eyes is gonna miss while in the Mes:
Fun.
Nachos.
Babes.
Fun.
Broncos.
Phils.
That is pretty much about what I got so far in this week. Since I made a lot of promises to be a betterer bloggerer this time round you best belee dat I am already scheming on some newness already.
Three Words: Mos Eisly Cantina. Just you wait.
XOXo
Me
