This is going to be long

So yesterday is when I actually wrote all of the following but this is my first chance to get to a computer since then.

I'm helping vern and the restaurant with this ice cream stand at a festival celebratig their town or something. I've noticed one thing about the restaurant, everything is so anal retentive and perfectionistic it borders on unorganized. Very unorganized. If a business were to run like this in the good 'ol USA it would fold in less than a year. If any business ran like any of the businesses here it would fold.
Being at this festival of sorts I'm learning that trash is trash is trash. It's not secluded to small towns. And small town politics exists even in recovering socialist states. The city committee that planned the festival, which Bogdan is apart of, said that Bogdan could have the only ice cream stand there at the center. Well this one gy on the committee that no one likes to someone else that they can have an ice cream stand too. So now Vern's competing with 2 other skanky ice cream girls. I know I could make it some money. I mean I was born capitalist. I know how to generate some revenue. But I don't know the language and Vern won't let me help. Not even scoop some ice cream.
Ok so I'm siting writing at a table in front of the stand and a group of kids come and sit right down beside me and sqeeze me off. There are fifty million other empty tables. What the hell goes through someone's mind when they do that?
I'm starting to really miss home now. It wouldn't be so bad if I was truely here alone. If I knew absolutely nobody and depended completely on myself. But since I do know someone who speaks the language, Ifeel ignored more often than anything. Left out. Like the world is one big joke that I just don't get.
The band onstage is playing "Stairway to Heaven." But without words cause they can't speak English. It's not too bad actually. Kinda serene and peaceful. And makes me think of my brother. And KRXO.
But I just keep remembering that I'm going to Berlin in 3 days and Greece in 8.
I'm going to have to rewrite my "BIG" To-Do list. One of my "BIG" To-Do's was to live in Europe for one year. I need to clarify that one. Not just Europe. It would have to be Spain or Italy. Some place that I halfway know the language or would be easy to learn. Or is not recovering from socialism or communism. Sure Italy was one of the bad guys back when but we seem to have forgotten that. So it might not be too bad. I'd love to see Barcelona and/or Madrid while I'm here, but I don't think that's going to happen. Maybe another time and stick to western Europe on that trip. Whenever it may be.
So the wind hasn't blown the entire time I've been in this country, but it seems to be making up for that today. Now it's not anything like home or West Texas but it could go away.
I've also noticed that everyone smokes here. So that's one more thing I get left out on. At least I can get free food and ice cream. They say that money can't buy you happiness, but I don't see that the quality of life being that great here. Granted I'm used to every amenity ever invented.
Ok there's this girl singing "Don't Speak" by No Doubt. I can understand if you get some pronunciations wrong but she's singing completely wrong words and forgot the bridge. It's pretty frickin hilarious.
So tonight(last night) Vern and I are going to a party cause her friend Kriss who lives in Amsterdamis in town and we need to go talk to him. We need to see if we have a place to stay so we can go to Amsterdam!!!!!!!!!! It's very important that we go. To both, party and place.
Now i'm not going to give up my "Braum's is the best in the world" theory, but Italian gellato is good.
So it's starting to get cold again. We get maybe 2 days of pretty weather. I mean mid 70's very light breeze, beautiful and then a storm decides to come block the sun out and not rain. Thank God I'm going to Greece in a week where it's HOT! Which reminds me, i need to go tanning a few more times before I go. Build up that natural tolerance.
I hate absolutely hate being told "You can't." But what I hate even more than that is being told "You know you can't." Like I'm some kind of retard who was hired out of pity or to be good for the company's image. But I absolutely cannot stand a "you can't" person. Nothing is more hurtful or demeaning than telling someone "you can't." I might not be able to speak the language but I can still communicate. So from now on I'm just going to sit. I'm not gong to help. Because I can't.
I could use a hot tottie right about now. But it's just too expensive over here. I'm starting to feel a little clausterphobic also. You know the song "Wide Open Spaces," well I'm starting to find it quite true.


Well that's enough about yesterday. Let's talk today.

It's Father's Day. I'm not at home with my daddy. It's kinda hard when you're a daddy's girl. I miss my daddy. And the rest of my family but it's dad's day so today I miss him. Cole wrote this long article thing about dad so I'll let you read the sappy stuff there. But Dad, I love you. Thanks for giving me the tools to be an injun scout. They're coming in quite handy.

Well, I gotta go.
Muah