Sleepy

Last night I slept like crap...I kept having weird dreams that ended with me waking myself up. Then, as I'm having a really really really good dream which I wouldn't mind spending a few hours in, my alarm goes off.

Go $%^#ing figure.

Those abstract things called "goals"

Okay okay, I've decided to grow up a tad. As most of you know, I've been drooling over getting a motorcycle for at least a month now. I've done some thinking and decided that I'm going to put it in my 5 year plan. I'm getting a new place in a month and things like a vacuum or uh, dinner plates sound like a more reasonable use for my money at this point. Now, before my mother starts giving me the "I told you so" look ala psychic connection, I would like to point out that it was not her doing. It was, in fact, the doing of my sister-in-law-to-be's couch. After spending the weekend at her place, I decided that I would have more fun meeting people and going to visit her and my brother and doing similar social activities than I would riding about by myself on a bike. At least for now. The day I can afford to do both will be a fun one. But until then, I'll vacuum my apartment and have a bottle of wine with friends and keep a picture of a tricked out bike on my fridge, just in case I get too grown up...

Busy as hell and loving every minute

Hello! Long time no see!

I know, I know...I've been a little MIA lately. I started a new job a week ago and since then have been a flurry of activity. Add to that my brother is getting married in a couple weeks and there is just no stopping. Let's discuss what you've missed out by my neglect...

At work, we threw our town's first Botox party! No, I didn't get anything done. Haven't you heard? I'm perfect...(yeah right). At any rate, it was a huge success and I had a blast. I love throwing parties, even if they're not really for me. Wine, little tiny finger sandwiches, good music, schmoozing...it's fantastic. AND I got paid for being there! Can't wait for the next one.

Along the lines with my new job, I absolutely LOVE being back. I previously worked for a corporately owned optical company and now I'm back working at an independent boutique. Already, my boss has given me my own design lines to head up and I'm already re-establishing my clientele. It's so good being back. Granted, I do miss the craziness of my old coworkers but I've been able to keep in touch with them and there's no hard feelings. I couldn't be happier with how things have turned out.

Last weekend I was able to hang out with my new sister-in-law-to-be. Beforehand, I've had this impression that she is very sweet, very proper, and very opposite of me. I was wrong. Without going into details, she's a riot to hang out with and I love her to teeny little bits. My brother picked a good one.

I'm still obsessed with motorcycles. Seeing as my new boss is a rockstar, I might be able to get one next month. I'll keep you posted.

My birthday is coming up! It falls in the midst of my brother's wedding extravaganza so I'm not expecting much but I'm hoping I'll be able to scrounge some girls together to do something. It seems like the last few years, my birthday hooplas have always fizzled out due to last minute conflicts and stuff. I could stand for some hoopla. I've always kinda wanted a big blowout with friends but it just doesn't happen. Oh well, if you can't be selfish on your birthday, when can you?

I move out soon! If anyone has any brilliant ideas on how to decorate 12 foot tall walls with a low budget, I'm open to ideas. There's a lot of empty space I'm going to need to fill...along with any other low budget decorating ideas for a supercute loft apartment. Did I mention I can't wait?

Other than that, I've just been filling my spare few minutes with checking my email and drinking heavily. Without the email part. Oh just kidding, any family members that may be reading this. I stick strictly to heroin:) ha.

Monday Scraps

Little bits and pieces...

1) This weekend I actually passed up on gorgeous new shoes because I feel compelled to save money for a motorcycle. SHOES. Gorgeous shoes. Amazing, isn't it?

2) I tried on the bridesmaid dress for my brother's wedding and it's actually really pretty. A pretty bridesmaids dress. Betcha didn't know they existed!

3) Today I start working for my old boss again. I'm looking forward to it. It will be nice getting out of the mall.

4) I might go to a baseball game this week...I adore baseball games. And hot dogs. With relish.

5) Regardless of all the good things, I still feel kinda blah. Go figure.

Bearer of bad news

I hate having to deliver bad news. Someone I care a lot about called me for a favor. They're out of town and away from a computer and asked if I would check and see if they got an email about whether or not they got into the art program they applied to. We both applied to the same program. I had to tell them that they didn't get it, they got their second choice. I hate giving this kind of news so much that right now I'm shaking uncontrollably. There's nothing I can do to comfort my friend. Right before hanging up and pursuing a drunken stupor they asked if I had gotten in. I can't lie to this person. I had to tell them I had. So easily our positions could have been reversed and I know how I would feel. I so wanted to be the bearer of good news. I really did. I wish they knew.

Just my average night on the town

“ I have a friend that would be just perfect for you.”

When spoken, these words are a bright red flag flapping in the breeze. Especially when spoken by some half-drunk guy at the bar. After the initial statement, it’s usually followed by a monologue of the outstanding characteristics of said friend. Last night’s specimen happened to be a bank manager who was well established with his own home and comfortable lifestyle. He was also in the john. Now if you could have seen BankMan’s representative, I’m sure that you would also be chomping at the bit to meet him. Representative was old…like 50ish. He was a closetalker. I kept having to remove his hand from my knee and put it back on the bar. But he sure could compliment a girl up a wall…I was so beautiful, what eyes, what hair, blah blah blah. Seriously. But oh, if he were 10 years younger (why just 10?) he would take real good care of me, take me on trips and I’d never have to work again (gee. And I’d only have a lifetime in hell with an idiot…sign me up!) When BankMan finally made it back from the john, I was ohsopleased to find out who my perfect match happened to be. He was probably in his mid-40s, the proud father of two kids (?!?!), and about 5’4 and balding. Be still my heart. After about 10 minutes of being cornered at the bar, I was saved by a knight in shining armor. Some guy I’ve never met before came up and told me that he’d found the friends we had been waiting for and “let’s go honey, they’re over here”. He said he could see from across the bar how uncomfortable I was…too bad the idiots in front of me were clueless. And even nicer, the Knight didn’t expect anything for saving me! He was just doing a chick a favor! Guys can be so nice sometimes…I’m glad I’m not like this.

* Let the record show that my friend Kadizzle will be severely punished for being late last night and leaving me to fend for myself, if even for a short while.

My father's daughter

Who rocked the crap out of her motorcycle class?

That's right, me.

My instructors said I was a natural and was the best in my class. I got to take the course final first and rocked it out like it was my birthday. I LOVED it. I always liked riding on the back before but to actually be in control was AWESOME. Leaning into turns, weaving in and out of cones, riding through hoops of flame...it was a blast. Okay, I lied about the hoops thing but in my dreams, I'm AMAZING at the hoops. AMAZING.

Consider the motorcycle bug officially caught. I want one so bad I can taste it. It's all I think about. I want to know all there is about them. I want to be able to overhaul the motor, make a custom set of handlebars, and design paintsets. I'm obsessed. It's also more than a little exciting because after years of being around my motorhead dad and brother, I finally understand. There's something really amazing about machines. It's a science and an adrenaline rush all at the same time. I can't put into words how geeked out about this I am right now.

Two things have become amazingly clear:
1) I don't really want to be put on the back again
2) I need to save up some money

Wheeeeeee!

Vroom Vroom

So I'm taking a motorcycle class. For two days, I've sat in the classroom and talked about safety equipment, different types of bikes, and the basics of riding. I'm the youngest in a class of 9 women. It's a BLAST. I would love to get a bike in the near future but I wanted to take this class to be sure I was well-informed. I come from a family of motorheads where it seems the general method of learning is to get on the damn thing and give it a go. I'm more of the practical type.

Tomorrow we get out of the classroom and get to hit the course. After years of being stuck on the back, I finally get to put my own feet on the pegs and go for a spin. I'm excited beyond all comprehension. I'll let you know how it goes...