The B-Town Quarterly

I'm a little pissed right now, so bear with me!
Imagine back when you were about 6 years old and dad said "Go to your room and don't come out until we call you!" Well, I am living that again right now. I swear I didn't do anything. It is just that we are living on the desert floor and have been for 12 days for absolutely no reason at all other than the boss said we "had" to. So, instead of worrying about how high our grass is on our block, we are watching the grass grow in someone else's neighborhood. No one can give us a reason we are out (I am actually breaking the rules by being indoors right now) other than "that's what the boss wants." Now, when I was 6 and headed to my room, there wasn't the realization that people would shoot me in the face or blow me up, but there is here. But, back to the desert floor I go!
I went on vacation recently and saw DD and Buddah and had a blast. For some reason (I am still searching for the answer) I have been totally infatuated with tattoos recently. I got my entire left upper arm "inked" and it turned out amazing. I still need to do the underneath and am going back to get my right arm done when I get back in a tribute to some friends and will probably continue down my arms until I reach my wathband. DD thinks I am involved in gangs or something, but she is cool with it. She has been a sport. Buddah was grossed out by it at first, but got used to it. That is how I spent January.
This past month I was temporarily promoted to headmaster while RMac was gone. We had a lot to do, but seems as though nothing got done. Oh well...tick tock.
Anyway, this is a short one for an update, but it is winter and pretty boring and I need to get back to the campsite. Check me out on Facebook!