back in the USSR... uh...

This post is being written from the good ol' US of A, in the great state of Georgia. After the oh-so-fun packing of all our earthly goods left in Brasil into 5 suitcases, then trying to pack those plus a double violin case a baby and 2 adults into a hatchback, and 14 hours in 2 different planes - WE'RE HERE! Yes, to those curious, there have been dangerus levels of cheddar cheese consumed. Now, to buy and sell homes, buy cars, buy phones, get our kid to learn how to sleep through the night again and hopefully at some point have a place to actually unpack before Solei graduates high school. If you want to get ahold of us, we'll be in bed. Hullo, America!

The Job

Hear ye hear ye:

Be it known that a certain Floyd (or Jared, or Jon, or Doofus as I am referring to him right now) has landed a job. The Job. In America. Atlanta-ish. For a nice little pile of money. So we can buy diapers. Or a car. Maybe not both, but it's a start.

Ye may now wish him hearty congratulatories and pat him on the bum. It'll weird him out for sure, but who doesn't like a weirded out Jared? Heck, most of the stuff I do is to annoy him just because his reactions are priceless and we don't have cable. YAY JARED!!!

And now gratuitous pictures of our child because he told me to post them. He's got The Job so he can tell me what to do. Well, not really, but if I do what he says, maybe I'll get that Jetta.

I love you Floyd!!!