Knock, Knock!!

The air mattress was uncomfortable but I wasn't about to get up.

Judah's bark startled me out of my lull. I frowned, eyes still closed. Butter's joined in about a split second later. They ran together into the hall to the front door. I shot up, glasses crooked, hair more dishelved than usual. *Knock Knock*

I sighed and struggled to gain balance to lift myself from the ground. I shooed the dogs and put my eye to the peep hole. Jehovah's Witnesses.

I wasn't dressed appropriately and my one armed glasses were barely staying on my face. I ran to my room, threw on some pants and grabbed another shirt to put on. Once outside, I poked my head out to let them know I was home. I remembered my last JW encounter. I didn't go into much detail about it but I really regretted not invited the green witness to come back to talk to me. I felt compelled to make the invitation this time.

A fresh faced, brown girl with neatly curled, relaxed hair beamed.

"I'm sorry, we heard the dogs and we did see the car but we didn't know if anyone was home."

"Oh, it's no problem."

"We're Bible students and we're hear to share God's word with you if you have a few moments."

Just as she completed the last part of her statement, an older woman walked up next to her. It was the JW who got upset with me last time.

"Sure," I said to Fresh Faced.

Directing my attention to the older woman, I said, "Do you remember me? You've been here before?"

Old JW tilted her graying head, held the screen door open and with a chuckle, replied, "I'm sure I have."

I smiled back politely.

"Yes...you got upset with me and left. You were with someone else, but it was definitely you."

"Upset?? I don't remember that but I'm sorry. I don't know why that would have happened."

"Well I already go to a church up the road...the one across from Mill Creek Elementary School. I wanted to know why I should stop believing what I believe and start believing what you believe."

"Well, it's not what I believe. It's God's Word. We don't force anything on anyone."

She pulled out two Awake magazines and showed them to me.

"Have you ever read any of our literature?"

"Yes ma'am. I have."

"Well, we wanted to talk to you about God's kingdom this morning. Have you evere heard of God's kingdom?"

"Yes ma'am. A man talked to me about it a while back."

"What did he tell you?"

"I don't remember exactly."

She pulled her New World Translation from under her arm and flipped to a passage in Daniel. She read the passage.

"See this is talking about God's kingdom. His government. You've heard of man's government? Well God has a government too. Man's government will fade away. God's government won't. Do you believe that?"

"Oh yes, I definitely believe that. The whole world will pass away. Just like 1 John 2:15 says, '...all that is in the world is the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes and the foolish pride of life, and the world is passing away, and the lust of it....'

"God's word doesn't say that," she said as she flipped to another verse.

I glanced at Fresh Faced quickly. She was flipping to 1 John!!

I turned my attention back to Old JW.

"Yes ma'am. 1 John does say that. The world is passing away."

She ignored me and began reading another verse pertaining to the earth.

"See, this says that the earth will not pass away. The earth has always been here. Even when the flood came the earth remained."

"Yes ma'am but 1 John does say that."

I look at Fresh Faced who's made it to 1 John.

"I see you have your Bible opened to 1 John 2:15. Doesn't it say "the world is passing away?"

She nodded affrimatively.

"'But he who does the will of God abides forever,' right?"

She nodded again.

Old JW jumped in. "What do you mean by 'world?'

"I mean the world system that would try to tempt and conform you to its ways. You know like in Romans 12:1-2 when we are warned not to be conformed to this world but to be transformed by the renewing of our minds...."

I looked at Fresh Faced. Her smile had faded into concern but she said, "Uh huh...yes..." letting me know that she was familiar with the Romans passage.

Old JW was ready to end the visit. "Can we come back and talk to you again?"

"Sure. When can you come? Can you come back in the mornings?"

"We can come back whenever you want."

"Sure! You should know though that there are some things I'm just never going to agree with you on."

"Like what things?"

"Well...first...Jesus is God."

"Yes, yes...Jesus is a god."

"No ma'am. Jesus is God. And God is triune. Father, Son and Holy Spirit."

"No, no...we don't believe that. Well...you seem like you already know everything about the Bible. We like to talk to people who want to learn."

Here we go again. She said the same thing to me the time before.

"That's exactly what you said to me last time. Only it was more rude. I know you've apologized, but this is what happened. You didn't want to talk to me after I tried to show you something in the Bible..."

I looked at Fresh Faced and began to speak. "She is not going to come back here but you are welcome here. You're new. I can tell..."

Fresh Faced interrupted. "No...I'm baptized!"

"You may be baptized but you're still newer than her. She was here last time. You can come back anytime and I'll show you from the Bible what I'm talking about. I'll tell you about the gospel of Jesus Christ."

I restated my address and gave her other information about my work hours.

Old JW, let the screen door close. I continued as the pump caught the door.

"You can come back here. I'm here in the mornings. We can talk about the gospel of Jesus Christ. This...what you're involved in is works righteousness..."

Fresh Faced held her gaze...her eyes had become glassy and heavy with doubt.

"I'm being serious. Come back. Read 1 Corinthians 15 and Galatians 1."

She nodded yes and walked away to her car with Old JW.

And it was finished.

I pray she actually DOES come back. If not, maybe a seed was planted. I hate to see anyone going through a crisis of faith but in this case it's necessary. She probably won't come back but she might remember those verses. Gotta get ready for work.

Eh...

Searching

I'm on a search for the perfect foundation. I've only used Revlon, L'oreal, MAC and MUFE foundations for any period of time. MAC Liquid Studio Fix Foundation has been my staple for 3 years now.It's hard for an oily girl like me to find anything that covers, stays matte and doesn't oxidize after about 3 hours of wear. I've gotten used to carrying blot sheets and blot powder to keep things under control.

I know liquid foundation is my enemy. I was at MUA reading all the horrible reviews for MAC SFF and nearly lost it. *sigh*....All pretty much the same. Even great reviews included a mention about great coverage and horrible breakouts. I know I need to use a mineral foundation instead of liquid or cream to powders. I'll find something one day. Until then, still searching...

In the meantime, I purchased some Mary Kay skin care products #dontjudgeme. First thoughts: Formula 3 is kinda harsh on my sensitive skin. The cleanser irritates a bit. Also, it doesn't really "cleanse." It claims it removes make up...NOT. Even when I wash the make up off before using the cleanser....How do I know this? My toner saturated cotton balls turn from white to brown, after several swipes, AFTER washing my face. Speaking of toner, I told the consultant about my sensitive skin and she gave me toner with alcohol in it. The mask over dries my skin and makes it itchy. I think I even saw what looked like swelling and hives earlier today (yikes!!). All in all....fail. I will continue to use the toner and mask once a week. I'll use the cleanser 2-3 times per week. I mean..I spent enough on it...

I have no idea why I'm blogging about this at nearly 1 a.m. I should go to bed...

Oh Leh do It!

1. Watched two episodes of The Office (Season 6) on nbc.com last night. Still funny.
2. Day 16 of P90X...go figure.
3. Remembering being 17 and not being able to imagine what I'd be doing in my late 20s. Now I'm in my late 20s and can't imagine what I'll be doing 5 years from now. I need a window into the future.
4. Mama said there'd be days like this.
5. Do not give your children rhyming names.
6. Speaking of names, stop with the accent marks, hyphens and crazy spellings ("Quevine" instead of "Kevin") or just ignore me...name your kids whatever you want. 
7. My kids always make me feel better...they're cool like dat.
8. Sermon Audio is a cool place.
9. Why on earth does anyone deal with this in a so-called worship service...I mean, for real. I couldn't even get through one minute...heard of this guy on Fighting for the Faith and Wretched...Blasphemous.
10. This Ergun Caner thing is beyond crazy.
11. I love my husband.

J.Nicole's Rules for weddings.

Glo: I'd look silly as heck with some shiny weave on my head....just silly. Being nappy is my "look."

J. Nicole: Let's make one thing clear-my wedding is not the day for you to express your individuality. There are rules. Rule #1: You will have 10% body fat.

Glo: *cautious pause* Okay. I can do that. What's next?

J. Nicole: Rule #2: Teeth will be as white as a piece of notebook paper. Cosmetic dentist references available upon request. Please request.

Glo: *cautious pause* Ummm...okay. I can do that. What's next?

J. Nicole: Rule #3: You must pass the Brown Paper Bag Test. If you need assistance in this area, i can provide links to purchase extra strength hydroquinone.

Glo: *silence*

J. Nicole: Rule #4: Manicures and pedicures shall be approved by me. No acrylics, no nails past the nail bed. No french-this isn't Magic City. Clear or pink coat only.

Glo: But my nails grow in "french" naturally. What should I do?

J. Nicole: *continuing list* Rule #5: All dresses must be approved by me. It must be black and floor length. Choose from the following designers: Valentino, Christian Dior, Chanel, Gucci. If financial assistance is needed to purchase the dress, I will provide coupons.

Glo: *shaky voice* Okay...but...ummm..coupons. I don't think they have those....

J. Nicole: *continuing list* Rule #6: No children are allowed on the premises. This includes all bridal showers, rehearsal dinners, wedding ceremnoy and reception.

Glo: *narrows eyes* Ummm....well. We don't have any children yet....but I mean....we might by then...

J. Nicole: *clears throat, ignores Glo, continues to speak* If you do bring your child(ren), they must remain in your vehicle or outside for the duration of the event. No exceptions. Babies can stay on the porch...

Glo: *growing impatient* What if I don't agree??? That last rule is very rigid....and...*cautious pause*....cruel.

J. Nicole: *flips hair, takes a deep breath* I'm open for suggestions.

Glo: *cautiously* Ummm...well they are small human beings in need of adult supervision. Perhaps a nursery would be better??? And what about my nails?? They grow in white.

J. Nicole: Hmmm...perhaps I could do an on site nursery with three nannies! *smiles big* I like that! So glad I thought of it. And you can just use a nude polish to tone down your natural white tip.

Glo: *indignant* And what if I refuse? Some of these rules are a bit much.

J. Nicole: *blank stare, brief thoughtful pause* Oh.

Disclaimers:
Glo was not harmed in this conversation. J. Nicole is not getting married anytime soon. Glo and J. Nicole have issues. J. Nicole is about 87% serious. This was a text convo, so actions have been added for effect.

On the way back from lunch today...

I was driving downtown on the way back from lunch this afternoon when I spotted this kid. He was walking  on the sidewalk about 300 feet ahead of me. Long white t-shirt with khakis. About 15 or 16 years old. Beautiful, deep brown skin, hair shaved close to his scalp.

I immediately knew where he was going. I wanted to be wrong, but knew I was right when he turned around. Our eyes met. He looked down, trying to shake my gaze. I was still looking at him when he looked back up. His hands were in fists. His jaw was clenched. He seemed so "angry." Ready to lash out at anyone. I wanted to pull my car over and give this kid a hug. I could almost picture myself embracing him and him bursting into warm, uncontrollable tears.

At the light I looked over and saw his destination. The local parole office with an "Out to lunch" sign.  What's happened in his short life that would lead him to a parole office on a beautiful May afternoon. It's school hours. Shouldn't he be there? Why wasn't he sitting in some math class learning about tangents and cosines? Why wasn't in the halls of SHS goofing off with his homeboys at his locker? Where was his smile? How long had it been since had something to smile about?

My imagination tends to run away with me. I don't know why he was visiting. I have no idea. Maybe he wasn't going to check in. Maybe he was going there on other business. What business could a kid have at a parole office, though?

Anyway...just thoughts.

Thangs on my mind.

1. I need to do my hair.
2. Speaking of hair, look at hers.
3. On the hunt for new blogs and Youtube subs. *yawn*
4. Might hit up the Atlanta Food Rave. Shout out to Tony doing his thing in the A.
5. Spoke to JP about the open mic thing. Wheels are turning.
6. Can't believe I've made it to day 12 (or is it 13) of P90X. Bring it! I'm on a stretch or rest day...I'll post pictures at day 30 if....they are worth posting.
7. Bobby's home in about a month. My Mani Bear turns 6 in June. My little Dre turns....ummm 2, LOL in July and the 2 year anniversary will be here before I know it.
8. I want a tattoo. On my wrist. #dontjudgeme
9. Trip Lee's new song. Ummm....well...very poppy. Not feeling the autotune/vocoder on Jai's voice. Hope the whole album doesn't go in the same direction as the last TRUTH album (poppy/futuristic/epic sounding). I instantly heard the sample, thought of another song that sampled the tune and did a little research. It's the first part of Pachelbel's Canon in D, transposed to a different key...I tend to hate obvious samples. All that said, Trip is a good rapper. I know the lyrics will get the job done in the end.
10. Saw Iron Man 2 and Date Night. Both were pretty good for what they are. Iron Man 2=A-, Date Night=B-.
11. I wonder if I should pretend to be 16, enroll in a high school in the midwest and get a scholarship to Stanford, Columbia or Yale or something. I'm sure I'd make straight As, knowing what I know now.
12. I ate a single scoop waffle cone from Brusters the other day and hated myself for it. For the record, that wasn't a doggon single...more like a triple. I'm sure they gave me too much. And on top of that, I was a 1lb heavier the next day. #fail
13. Proud of one of my graduating seniors. She applied for a full time position with the American Cancer Society making pretty decent money. Of the four applicants interviewed, she was the only one with actual experience. The other folks had business degrees but zero sales, management or fund-raising experience. She's a criminal justice major. Read 'em and weep!
14. Another one of my kids left a frantic message on my voicemail talking about needing advice. I call him back and it's about a job decision. AWWWWW. So glad he'd even ask me my thoughts on the situation. I'm pretty sure my kids are what keep me going. The best thing about my job is them.
15. Snagged this from E. Money's FB status replies. Get demotivated! Look at the "Blogging" tagline. SO funny...and for me...SOOOOO true.
16. *exits*

(Insert Title)

I have a "short fuse." This may be quite a surprise for those who've been introduced to me in the last five years, but it's true. My propensity to explode was matched only by my propensity to blink. Friends, associates, Romans and countrymen alike had felt the wrath of Glo. Truth is, I was never much of a fighter. I preferred to slay my prey verbally with a few choice words spoken in a soft tone, with well constructed sentences, topped with a smile on my face.

Then...I grew up...sorta. Not of my own accord but rather that of God the Holy Spirit. Now this didn't happen immediately, however, I began to feel bad about saying mean things to people *gasp*. It didn't make me feel strong or protected. It made me feel horrible and ungrateful. Quite strange, especially for me.

Now, I said "sorta" because, every now and then, I erupt. Someone comes along, puts a lit match to my wick and I feel physically begin to warm up. Seriously. My face gets hot. My chest gets hot. My palms grow sweaty. Weird. So, this happened today.

"Jane* with _________ speaking."
"Hey Jane, this is Glo, calling from _______."
"Hi Glo."
"Yeah, I was just calling because I would like one of my station numbers changed."
Jane takes a crazy tangent off relevant road and begins discussing a similar yet completely unrelated phone issue.
*I put on my patience cap* "Oh yes. I remember that but this is an entirely different situation altogether. I just want the number changed."
*Jane changes her tone and begins to speak slower like she's talking to an ESL person* "Why don't youuuuuuu fig-ure outttttttt what you need, Glo, and put it innnn a de-tailed e-mailllll. Copy John**and I'll see what I can do to move this forward."
*My blood simmers, blood rushes to my face, my eyes narrow and a smirk forms across my lips* "Right. Okay, well I can send the e-mail but I only need the number changed. John has already okayed this.
"Well I did this in the fall at John's request."
"So you need me to send you an e-mail for this??"
"Look Glo, you don't need to get defensive."
'Wow, Jane, woooooow. I don't know how we got here" *My blood comes to a roaring boil as I speak and a mini snap ensues*

Granted, this could have been much worse than it turned out. I ended by telling her in my most rudely, polite voice that I'd "honor her request" and telling her to "have a great day."

I immediately typed the stupid e-mail, copied John and left for lunch. Here's the kicker though. I was so pissed that I teared up.  I mean, I was angry enough to yank this chick. She was every $%&*! in the book on my way home. I even called, J. Nicole. Ridiculous.

So after a drive and a Wendy's Grilled Chicken Sandwich, I'm reflecting. I feel horrible. Why on earth did I get so angry at this woman? Simple answer. Pride. The root of my major and minor blowups are rooted in my pride issue. Who was this broad to talk to me like that? But, really, who am I? Do I boast in myself now? Who am I to boast? It's nothing more than the foolish pride of life. When we begin to think more of ourselves than we are, or to think ourselves better than others pride can tempt into sinful anger.

I'm not excusing rude behavior, but her rudeness is no reason to respond the way I did. I sent the e-mail she requested with an apology and was teary because I hated apologizing to her for what I took as a personal jab against me. How crazy is this? And for a "Christian." I thank God that I don't have to earn his gift because I'd be on the way to hell for sure. I'm not saying I have a license to sin either. I'm almost thankful of situations like this because it just points out the grace of God in Christ. Just when you think you've got it under control, sin rears its ugly head...then you realize it's not always Satan tempting you to sin, but rather the flesh. My inner me is my enemy.

Thought of this.

We know that the law is spiritual; but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin. I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it. So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God's law; but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God—through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, I myself in my mind am a slave to God's law, but in the sinful nature a slave to the law of sin.-Romans 7:14-25

Upon further contemplation, I remembered this while looking for something else:

Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers, for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness. For we all stumble in many ways. And if anyone does not stumble in what he says, he is a perfect man, able also to bridle his whole body. If we put bits into the mouths of horses so that they obey us, we guide their whole bodies as well. Look at the ships also: though they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are guided by a very small rudder wherever the will of the pilot directs. So also the tongue is a small member, yet it boasts of great things.How great a forest is set ablaze by such a small fire! And the tongue is a fire, a world of unrighteousness. The tongue is set among our members, staining the whole body, setting on fire the entire course of life, and set on fire by hell. For every kind of beast and bird, of reptile and sea creature, can be tamed and has been tamed by mankind, but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With it we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse people who are made in the likeness of God. From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers, these things ought not to be so. Does a spring pour forth from the same opening both fresh and salt water? Can a fig tree, my brothers, bear olives, or a grapevine produce figs? Neither can a salt pond yield fresh water.-James 3:4-12

Be killing sin or sin will be killing you.

*totally fake name
**even faker name

For my mother

She came to the bus stop wearing a PT uniform. Her eyes were puffy. She'd very obviously been crying. My face and chest grew warm from embarrassment as I looked around at the other kids. I heard the loud engine of the bus and noticed it was just up the road.

"Are you hungry?" She asked.
"I ate breakfast already."
"I took back my deodorant so I could buy you this."

Embarrassment turned to anger. Why was she doing this? I snatched the Burger King bag and stabbed dangers at her through narrowed eyes. I watched her drive away through the back of a dirty bus window and ate tried to eat the sausage biscuit. I had gotten cold. Between the lump in my throat and the dryness of the hardened biscuit, it was hard to swallow. I was 14.

I'd moved in with my mother two years prior. She was fresh from a tour in Germany and I was fresh from nine years of living her sister's family. We were two people, practically strangers living in a house together, trying to make it work. She was a woman taking on full time motherhood, a pursuit she'd only tackled for the first 3 years of my life. I was a child taking on full time daughterhood. Something I'd never had to consciously try.

I didn't know much about her. She was a mystery to me. This isn't because she never called or wrote. She'd send me gifts and money. My heart would jump at the thought of speaking with her on the phone. My visit to Germany to see her and my father for my tenth birthday, is to this day, one of the best birthdays I ever had. She'd always been the cool one. The one who'd traveled. Lived life. I wanted her to like me so much. I wanted her to be proud.

There were so many "black spots" in her past that I knew nothing about. Although I'd grow to forgive what I thought was totally unfounded treatment of me during my teen years, I still didn't understand it. Why the tight hold, disallowing me to go to sleepovers or hang out after football games? Why was she so frustrated? Why did I make her so angry? Why? Why? Why?

I have to say that honestly, up until about a week ago, my mother's motives were still somewhat of a mystery to me. She shared information with me that unlocked a world of understanding and with it, I've grown to appreciate her even more. Without realizing it, she'd answered all my "whys"? I'd often wonder why she left me with her sister instead of getting out of the Army and taking care of me. She inadvertently told me the answer---to avoid welfare in Marion, SC. I can't even begin to explain how different my life would have been had she chosen the welfare route.

I'd often wonder why she was so strict about me hanging out. Again, she shared the answer without knowing there was a question---to prevent the naysayers from being right about me being a teenage mother. Her being a single parent and me being a latchkey kid, I was a statistic waiting to happen. I'd often wonder why she worked jobs with crazy hours after she retired....to provide adequate support for us. The hours, horrible as they were, gave her a paycheck and kept the bills paid.

I finally understood the bus stop incident after our conversation. Thirteen years later, it made perfect sense. She was struggling with trying to prove to herself and others that she could raise me and provide for me, even if she had to do it all alone.Nearly everything she's done in her life since I was born has been done for me, her only child, her dearest love....She did it to prove everyone wrong. I WOULD do well in school. I WOULD graduate from college. She did it to prove something to herself. She COULD be a good mother. She COULD provide for the two of us. We WOULD make it.

I remember her always saying to me near the end of our many arguments, "We're a team, Tynika." I didn't get it then but I get it now. I finally understand what she was doing the entire time. The self sacrifice required to do what she did as a single mother is something I really can't comprehend.

"I saw a picture of you from the wedding," she said, "The one with the garter. You had this smile on your face. You looked the happiest I'd ever seen you look in my life. That's when I knew I'd done my job. When Just Fine came on at the reception, I just had to dance with my son (in law) because I did just fine. We did just fine."

Perspective is amazing and hindsight is 20/20.

So...to my mother:
Thank you for the sacrifices you made in your life for my sake. You did the best you could and best you knew how. It turns out that your best was all in all, pretty great. It took me some time but I get it now. I love you. I am proud to have you as my mother.

Seis de Mayo!

So…what’s been on Glo’s mind lately…well…a lot…much of it unrelated…I feel a ramble coming on.

1. Goos and I are thinking about getting an open mic off the ground for the summer. We’ll see how this goes. There really is nothing to “do” in my current town aside from going to the movies, dinner parties or game nights if you’re not into clubbing or bar hopping. We’d like to change that. At least for the summer. haha.
2. Working 8am-5pm right now. It’s a welcomed change of pace. Going back to regular schedule in about 2 weeks.
3. I was in my office thinking about people my age with children…I can’t even imagine Goos and I as parents. It’s really weird even thinking about it. I want kids but wow…how would it work? Guess we’d make it work like everyone else.
4. I love this chick's locs. Her hair is SO thick. Tried to listen to her music…Didn’t like it as much. Well…at all. Shouts to Holistic Locs for introducing me to her. Don't think I'd ever freeform or go the holistic route BUT I can still appreciate her beauty.
5. I feel like I need a “Swagger Wagon” after watching this. #dontjudgeme
6. Why do I feel the need to read more than one book at a time? Still reading Shadow Rising but I’m not satisfied. Talked to J.Nicole about reading Working While Black…we’ll see. Saw it in Books-A-Million the other day.
7. Speaking of books, I’m working through the gospel of Mark with hubby.
8. Speaking of the Bible, PB is finishing up Numbers. We’ve been in Numbers since 2008. I laugh as I type that because it seems so long. There was a 16 week break while he was on sabbatical but either way, he’s thorough as all get out. I’m glad he takes preaching line by line so seriously. Some pastors don’t....and who knew there was so much gospel in the book of Numbers, anyway? I know I didn't.
9. Found ExitChurchianity a few days ago. My only gripe with the whole “I hate the Institutional Church” crowd is what I saw here at EC. The blanket statements about the so-called “institutional church” sound more like gripes against a particular denomination. I know there are churches who engage in the behaviors the blogger discusses but, I think s/he has thrown the baby out with the bathwater. Realized that this blog is probably FaithandReason's site.
10. Cinco De Mayo at the Carroll's last night. Japanese food and cheap wine. Didn't eat Mexican vittles but did enjoy good conversation.
11. Iron Man 2 tomorrow! Woop!