And the Countdown Begins...

It is officially one month.

One month until my flight whiskes me away from Tennessee and into the yonder blue--or in non-hillbilly other terms, one month until I leave for the Netherlands!!!

I.

can't.

wait.

If I could get on a plane tomorrow, I would. Hell, if I could get on a plane today (and all my bags be magically packed), I would! At this point, I am not even sure if it is my utter readiness to get out of this house Knoxville or just the sheer excitement of taking on something new that is making me more and more anxious. But either way, the countdown is on!! Assen, here I come!

In other news, I booked our--Nancy's and my--skydiving jump today!!! Holy Shi-ite, I know!
(If I die, I prefer to be cremated, have a power-point of my life to the musical stylings of Elton John's "Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me", and everyone, EVERYONE--even you Aunt Betty--take a shot in memory of me. Admiral Nelson is probably most nostalgic since it best suits my own personal not-able-to-afford-any-better drinking habits. I'll not force tequila on anyone.)
So on September 5th at 2 o'clcok, Nancy and I are taking the plunge--pun intended because I am that big of a dork. And as scared to death as I am, I am at the same time SO FREAKIN' EXCITED!! So right now, wherever you are, say a little prayer for us; otherwise, it is Elton John and Spiced Rum--which I can't personally say is a bad thing!

So there you have it. My mundane, 8-5 working life is starting to take a turn and get a bit more adventurous. And of course, I'll keep letting you three all know all about it.