You know, we whine and we complain but it the end I have to admit that my husband is a pretty great guy. Here I am sitting around waiting for a job that may or may not appear and most people agree that I’m doing the right thing, that good old Jaime is in a sucky position but if she’s just patient then she might find herself doing something awesome.

Bert is training for the Olympics. You see, most people have the following reaction:

Step 1: Cool! What sport?

Step 2: Wait, how old are you?

Step 3: What about work and stuff?

Step 4 (for his friends): Cool! Can you get me into the athletes village.

Now the unfortunate thing is that most people get caught up on Step 3 and throw around phrases like, “when is Bert going to grow up?” and “what does Jaime think about all this?”.

Wake up people, it takes way more courage to chase a dream then it does to show up every day for a nice cozy 9 to 5 job and Jaime knows that there’s no way she would have the guts, dedication, and weird obsession with torturing the body that it takes to become an Olympian.

It is to all you nay sayers then (none of whom proabably read this bl0g) that I say…Bert rocks!

(whisperes aside) and you suck.