So that's about all I can go into now. I'll be posting some pics just as soon as I get around to it. Which could be sooner...or later.
Oh yes, and it's amazing how uncomfortable and LONG a 14 hour plane ride can be. Wow. I really didn't understand the meaning of travel. Great experience. I'm so fucking glad I did this. I NEEDED this!!!!
Friday night I got together with an old friend that I hadn't seen in about five years. No, not the neighbor. She didn't call last week so whatever. We'll try again when I get back. Anyway, the old friend and I had a blast catching up. Then Ron got home and we had even more fun. Wee.
Sunday was football and bbqing. Very nice.
I still have so many things to do for my trip. Ugh. I don't know where to start. I keep putting things off. I should be excited. I am, it's just that I'm really nervous. What if I forget my underwear?? I always have the 'forgot my underwear' dream before I go on a trip. Hehehehe... Everything will work out. Everything will work out. Everything will work out...
I'm feeling blah again today. Blah blah. I don't wanna blah but I gotta blah. Blah. I should be happy I have blah and that I'm blah. Blah. And the name of this entry will be...
Cathy J. picked me up from my house at 5:30 and we headed out to meet Cathie H. at her work downtown. I was very thankful that Cathy J. offered to drive. She lives close to me so it was easy for us to carpool. I offered her gas money, but she politely declined... Cathie H. works as a production assistant and wanted to show us around the studio. It was very interesting. No really, it was! After the tour we walked to a touristy area speckled with restaurants and shops. We decided to eat at the "
G@ouchoGrill". I had heard of the place, but had never eaten there. It's Argentine cuisine...yes, it rhyms! In' that somethin'? 'Kay... It was yummy, yummy. I had a breaded meat dish served with muh very favorite kinda taters...red skin mashed. MMMMMMmmmmm. That right there made my evening. After dinner we walked around and did the girl thing, talked (gossiped) and shopped. We stopped at this cool little toy/collectors store and I got Ron an awesome addition to his ever-expanding H*twheels collection. He loves old F*ords and I saw a collector's edition set with a '56 Merc (At least I think that's what he said it was when I gave it to him) and a Model T. Darling. I got myself a little glass Koi fish to go with my glass animal collection. Then we had to stop at T*wer Records. Oh no...NOT THE MUSIC STORE! QUICK! TAKE MY WALLET!!! I went nuts. I got FIVE whole CDs!!!! I've been STARVING for new music lately. Before I had to be dragged out of there I got the new Beck album, Ray Charles, The Clash, Gorillaz and an old Foo Fighters... Aaahhhhhh...muuuzik. I'm satisfied for a little while now. After music shopping was a trip to get dessert, ice cream yummy yumm YUMMmmm. Yes, it was a loverly evenin'.
So now it's Friday and I'm stoked, duuuuude! I sure as hell hope to all that is fair that I receive my fucking passport today. I'm starting to shit bricks now. Yes, shit bricks. An old friend used to say that when she got nervous, I thought I'd pay tribute to that. Yea. It had better be in the mail today because I'm probably going to have a nervous breakdown an cuss out another government employee if it doesn't. I shall kneel to the passport gods now... Let us pray...
Oh yea, I finally took some cute pictures of Pickles and Toby. I'll try to post those later. They came out pretty well. I also took a pic of the new set up for Rosie. Ah, what would I do without my pets? Have a life? Hell no!
Nothing else is new at the moment. I'm just waiting for this workday to be over. I'm gonna go jogging again tonight after work. Maybe it'll be even easier than it was on Wednesday. Yes, Wednesday's workout wasn't quite as horrendous as Monday's. It gets easier and easier the more ya do it. What a novel concept! Why in the hell can't I keep it up? I can try... M'kay, time for more coffee. I'ma lil' tired 'cause Ronnie poop kept me up last night. Woowoo.
Apparently I've flaked on my two friends Cathy too many times lately. I had forgotten about our planned get together last week and when Cathy J. called me on Tuesday night to remind me/find out what the hell was up with me, I told her that I was so sorry...I'd forgotten, blah blah, it was Ron and my anniversary (which it was) yadda hem haw yadda, I'm going to China in two weeks, planning, blah yadda. So she and Cathie H. got together without me. I got another email on Monday from the two of them asking about this Thursday. I basically said sure, so far so good, but something might come up, as a lot has been happening lately. When I sat down to check my emails this morning, there was one from Cathy J. telling me that she needs a final answer on whether or not we're going to get together with Cathie H. tomorrow. I've been soooo shitbrained and flakey with them lately and they just keep tryin'. It's nice of them to want to include me... I hate that I keep leading people on and hurting them more in the long run than if I just come out with the truth. All I have to do is TELL them that I'm freaking out and I don't really feel like going out to dinner or whatever 'cause I just can't afford it right now! Shit, I know how to answer them, but I don't want to disappoint them AGAIN. ARRRGGHGHGHG!!!! I can probably make it tomorrow night. Shit... I'll figger sometin' out. It's really no big deal.
So if the old neighbor calls today I'm supposed to get together with her tonight. We said we'd shoot for this week. Let's see if that happens. With her it'll just be a little outing for coffee and no driving, as she lives only about five blocks from me. My wallet can handle that. Let's see if SHE manages to bug the shit outta me. Buggin' the shit seems to be my motto today. I woke up with my shit totally bugged this morning. Ya know, I'm gonna go TAKE a shit. Maybe that'll help. I'll be back later, hopefully in a better mood.
It has been confirmed that government employees are retards. Since I returned to work from applying for my expedited passport on Thursday, I have been calling and requesting that they put it in will call when it's ready, instead of mailing it as had been requested on my application. Nope. Once that shit is in writing, there is NO way to change it, apparently. With all the current technology, it is hard to believe that a simple message cannot be received by the powers that be... Ten times...TEN times I checked on the status and was told that they weren't sure, that theywould send another message via email and that I should receive a call from the passport folks. Last night I was told that my passport was ready and that I would be getting a call today with a confirmation number and time at which I should pick it up. This morning was a different story, "Oh, it's been mailed." WHAT???? I hang up and call back..."Looks like they didn't get the message, I'm not sure whether it's being mailed or sent to will call. Try back." I try back an hour later..."Oh, it's been mailed, it was mailed yesterday." Exasperated me,"ARE YOU SURE??? I keep getting a different story each time I call!!" "Oh, no ma'm, I'm sure. It was mailed yesterday. You should get it today or tomorrow." AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHHGGGHGHGHGHGH!!!!!!!! I wanted it today because tonight Melanie and I were going to take them, along with our completed Visa applications, to her uncle. He knows someone at the Embassy who he is going to turn them in to so that we can get our Visas in a timely manner...hopefully within less than a week. This is the part I hate about travelling. Now I'm probably going to have to bring my app and passport to the Embassy downfuckingtown by myself. Melanie's uncle doesn't work so it's convenient for him to help us out. I HOPE it went out yesterday like the assfucks said, so that I get it today in the mail instead of tomorrow. It'll all work out. Don't worry... It'll all work out and it's gonna be SO worth a little frustration. Right?? Of course!
Nothing else too exciting going on. I went jogging again yesterday. It was pure hell again. My calves felt like they had knives sticking out of them. That's what I get for not keeping it up. But I managed to get through the whole workout. I felt GREAT afterwards. Tomorrow I'm going again.
Oh yes, I was in the cleaning mood when I got home from all that miserable jogging so I cleaned the fish tank. I cleaned out both filters and scraped all the algea. I actually enjoy doing that, I don't know why. Now it's sparkling gorgeous. Unfortunately, it seems mister weird fish that I bought a few months ago ate it...or rather, died and WAS eaten. I had a feeling that dragonfish wouldn't make it. He was too slow to get at the food. Oh well, the stupid thing hid all the time anyway. Hey, maybe he's a burrower and he comes out at night. That was a waste of $7 either way. I hate hiders.
Tonight I should go shopping for my hiking boots and sleeping bag for the trip. I don't feel like it. I just want to go home and watch a movie and fade out. The thunderstorms were fun, but cause for a fitful sleep. I'm tired again. Oh well, I think I should at least go check out Sports Chalet and get an idea of what I want. Although I LOATHE the mall and shopping in general... Oh well, I should do it anyway.
Fuck, I gotta get the shipments ready. Boring, boring entry. *yawn*
I notice that she seems to have aquired a very "valley girl" talk... Everything is "like" this and "like" that...very valley twangy. Interesting.
That's about it. I gotta go home and get some drinking done.
Yesterday's jog was all the hell I'd imagined it would be. The only fun part of it was using the new headphones Ron got me. They're awesome! The speakers go on my ears and hook behind them like glasses. The part that usually goes around the upper part of the head like a headband, is instead behind my neck. Those suckers STAY on! But the jog itself was misery because I'm a tad bit out of shape. That month or so of 'exercise vacation' is getting me back, big time. I'm not one who sweats too much and I sweat more yesterday than I think I EVER have. My entire back was soaked. There was at least two cups of moisure in the canyon between my boobs as well. Yuck. But I did it, got it overwith and was able to enjoy my homemade Juevos RRRrrrancherossss. And a bowl of ice cream. No beer or alcohol though! Replace one with the other!
This weekend there is going to be a lot of drinking. FOOTBAAAAALLL!!! Woo. We're going to Ron's friend Mitch's for a BBQ and football on Saturday night. Sunday we're meeting some of Ron's work friends at the local
H@@ters for beer, hotwings and football. Yay. It's gonna be a guy's weekend for me. Should be fun!Oh man, the shipping lady has decided to come over and babble at me while she works on stuff. Ugh. She's a sweet lil' 'ol lady but...but...*sigh* She always talks about the same things over and over and over and over. She's so excited about her retirement coming up. I'm happy for her, but I really don't need to hear about it a billion, trillion times over. She's gonna retire in the pilly-peens with her husband, who is over there at the moment building their house. But she tends to bash America a lot (over and over and over)...how expensive it is here, the shitty food, blah blah... How the pilly-peeno's are so much better at yadda yadda... Now, in response, I make sure to tell her how LUCKY she is to have been able to come over to this RICH ass (stupid) country and raise her pilly-peeno family with all the money she earned from being ABLE to work here... AND how LUCKY she is to be able to go BACK to the pilly-peens with all this MONEY to retire with! Ugh... Oh good, here comes another order for her to go back to the warehouse (and get the fuck outta my hair) to pack.
Looks like it's time for lunch. I've got my usual Friday work errands to run and then I'm onna get a sammie again. Yay.
Not much else going on today. Work is slow. I'm unmotivated when work is slow. What else is new? Despite all my exciting travel plans I'm feeling a little blah today. Not sure why. Lately I've been thinking that my 'feeling blah' is so selfish, given that all my belongings aren't floating down a river. I have that feeling again, like I need to accomplish something but I just damn don't feel like it. I'd rather smell the roses. Listen to the birds. Watch the sun set. Life is so short... I can't believe I'm almost 30. The next step is supposed to be getting married, starting a family, a mortgage... Bah. Do I want that? I want to get married, but... I don't know. Sometimes I just want to play it by ear. Let time go by and see what happens. That doesn't make sense. I might miss something.
Tonight I'm supposed to go have coffee with a chick I haven't seen in about ten years. She was a neighbor of mine. I ran into her mother at the grocery store a few weeks ago and she gave me her daughter's cell phone number, saying how much she'd probably LOVE to hear from me. We had an on and off, weird friendship. Actually, she's the evil one from an old entry. I don't know how to link entries yet. The particular entry was called "A tribute" and it's in one of my June entries. So I called her up and yes, she would LOVE to get together. Should be interesting, if anything. I'd like to see if she's changed at all.
Tonight it also jogging night. I am in NO mood to do anything. I feel so lazy today. This is precisely the reason why I SHOULD go jogging. Mabye it'll give me some fucking energy. Eck.
Tomorrow is Friday. Yay. I'll be back.
Last night was busy. I got into the cleaning mood, but still managed to avoid doing things that really need to be done... Laundry, fish tank, car wash... I'm very anal about my fish tank and I feel bad that I haven't been in the mood to clean it lately. I only have to really clean it about once every two months. It only involves draining the tank a little less than halfway, bleaching the plastic plants (1 part bleach to 5 parts water) and cleaning out the filters. I should do this on the weekend, but I've been so LAY-ZEE. The tank doesn't even look bad, to normal people anyway. There's a little algea on the plants and glass and the water's not as sparkly. Ugh. That's not as important as laundry. I'm runnin' outta undies again. And my car is a rolling dirt clod again. Even the steering wheel cover is kinda sticky. Ew. That's a new development from this weekend. Ron drove it some. Hmmm...
So maybe I'll get to laundry tonight. I dunno. I have to get something done but I'm in no mood. I know, I'm gonna go hit up the coffee pot again. Yea. Later.
Yesterday was a slow day at work. Add the fact that some dipshit at the power company screwed up the works causing a MAJOR blackout... Not a very eventful day. Plenty of daily poo-poo work to do, but I just fibble fabbled around...did what I had to though. After work was an impromptu visit with Lisa. She's the new convert to the girl's side. 'Member her? I don't know how to link entries, but I mention her in one of my first entries. Anyway, I had to drop the keys off at her house 'cause I'd watched her kitties last week while she and her girlfriend were in Hawaii for a wedding. Fun fun. It was nice seeing her. Hadn't really talked to her all summer. I had a lot to tell and so did she. So we ended up talking for hours and then the three of us went to dinner when her girlfriend got home. I'm getting better with the whole thing, it's not quite so weird anymore. She's still having some major emotional problems, however. Poor girl...up and down, UP and DOWN. I can completely relate and tried to offer as much advice as I could. Namely...DON'T EVER stop taking your meds. She stopped over the week of the trip and has become an emotional ball of nerves. This is where my duty as a lifelong friend comes in. Gotta be there for her. Yea, all us fucking nutjobs gotta be there for each other!
Seems it's time for me to stop complaining about not having any friends. Since my little sorry for myself session about three weeks ago, I've gotten quite a few 'hints' that I have pah-lenty of people who care about me. Even little miss popular emailed me yesterday. YUP. The Myspace whore. She seemed quite apologetic. But now I know what kind of person she is. Kinda flighty. I don't "need" her anymore. My little backing off strategy worked for me and for her. Always does. That's life. So simple unless you complicate it.
Speaking of life... A fucking fleeting thing, life. Another email buddy told me yesterday that she lost two of her best friends in a car accident over the weekend. She hadn't talked to them in a few weeks. They died in a rockslide on Sunday. Holy shit. Another thing to blow me away. Put things in perspective, again. So many of those little "perspective setting" happenings. I'm feeling a little weird today, been thinking too much again.
Today marks 10 months with Ron. They've flown. It's almost been a YEAR. A year seems so short, compared to my six year ordeal with dickhead. But a year is a lot when you feel like you've known the person for much longer. Add to that fact the whole way we just mesh...and it's all good. He even got me a card. He left it out for me to discover this morning. It was beautiful. I'm so in love. It's a gift to be in love. Never forget it. Never take it for granted.
Okay, I need to get some work done so I can call Lisa. She needs to talk more. It's time for me to do what I do best...and just be there for her.
YEA! We're havin' FFFuuuun! Gee, is it a pic from last Friday? Why, yes it is! WWhhheeee are DORKS! Yes, yes we ARE!!
Look! We're hanging out! Isn't that exciting! Yea, Ron is sittin' on his amp just being the sexy schmoozer he is.
Portrait of me by Pickles' cage. I was a little 'out of it'. Shoving the camera at Ron..."Take a piccher! Take a piccher!" Dork. Fun being a Dork.
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Stan is doing fine... *sigh* I got totally REEEEEEEEEEEEMED by that second vet I took him to...the cat specialist. I expected it to be expensive, but I guess I expected more of an answer. More of a difinitive answer, at least. I first took him there two weeks ago to be checked out. They took urine and gave him different medications. Cost me $230. They told me to bring him back in two weeks (which was yesterday) and in the meantime, fax in his blood test results (from an earlier vet visit at the other place that cost me $250) so that they could evaluate that along with the urine and rule out any other problems. M'kay... So I go back yesterday and the doctor looks at him for all of five minutes. Tells me that nothing showed up in the urine test and the blood test wasn't extensive enough to see anything, either... It SHOULD HAVE been! That damn blood test alone cost me $50! He said his gums look better though, which they did because of the meds and cortisone shot from two weeks ago. So he just gives me more meds (antibiotics and the same meds from two weeks ago, not sure what they're called but it's a therapy for this gum thing that's helped in the past) and tells me to come back in three weeks again... Okay...yesterday cost me another $130. Can you see a trend here? So I ask them what I'm supposed to do and tell them that I can't afford to keep coming back. The tech "suggests" that I do as much research as I can and see what's out there. Great! THANKS! Basically, these vets don't know what the fuck they're doing about this fucking disease. They're just "trying" new shit and charging me up the ass all the way. I'm sorry, but I'm mad. I've spent $600 on vet bills for Stan this year for his fucking teeth and that's IT. I love him to peices, but this is rediculous. I can't afford this anymore. This cat vet butthead said that he doesn't have it bad enough, where his teeth would have to be removed. He said he's seen much worse cases. Okay, that's some news at least. All the other damn vet kept saying is that his teeth are horrible and he's fat. This vet says he looks just fine. The other vet neglected to tell me that she is so worried about his weight because she's been treating him with cortisone and that is known to increase chances of diabetes in overweight cats. Never told me that... Just he's fat, he's gotta lose weight. HE IS 15 pounds! He's a big cat! Shit, lady! So I am FED the fuck up! I'm going to stretch out the meds they gave me and NOT go back to that place. My next thing is to check out homiopathic treatments...talk to people, do more research. I am done for now. Another expensive lesson learned. When all else fails I'm having his teeth extracted and getting him DENTURES! Shit!
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So that's that. It's been a nice week. Last night Melanie called and talked more about going to China to stay with our friend Devon at the end of this month. She's going to stay a week. She had told me last week when she came over. I was amazed that she was already doing it. I asked her how and she told me...it's not as expensive as I thought! Then she asked if I'd like to go, too, 'cause it's a once in a lifetime thing to have someone you know staying in the orient. What the hell! I'm gonna do it! Now it's just scrambling to get my Visa and Passport. Her dad is an avid traveler, so he's looking into tickets for me. Hopefully it'll all work out. I don't have much time, but this is really something I want to do. An experience for the non-traveler. It'll be good for me...don't stress out. Hehehe...
Hmmm, not much else going on. Toby is still cute as hell and I'm going to try to get pics of him this weekend. I had him and Pickles out on the playstand last night and they're getting along okay...'cept when Pickles decides to be a little brat. But I think he's pretty happy about having another lil' birdy inna house. Yea...'cause I can tell, ya know? The birdies...they talk to me. *blink* *blink*
Plans for this weekend? One last beach trip with Ron, cousin Mark and his son. We're going to "the rock" beach again. It's just beautiful there. It's damn overcast today. I love it for a change, but it's not good beach weather. Oh well, we may just stay in and cuddle all weekend.
Back to work...I have errands to run. And then after work, I gots to run. Then I'm gonna go home and do a big poop. Yea. What IS it with the word poop, you ask? I'm just a weirdo. Later!
My little get end of the summer get together turned out to be a blast. I've even got pictures!!! ...for a later entry. Those pictures will be included with the ones that I will be taking of Toby sometime in the near future. Didn't want to scare him with the camera contraption right away. I'm really bad at taking pictures, too. It's always like, "AH hell! You're right! I should have brought a camera!" The pics from Friday are really nothing terribly exiting. Lessee...we've got one of Melanie and I with half of her face cut off, a blurry pic of Stan and I with half MY face cut off... I think there's one of everyone sitting in the livingroom. Well, the livingroom/den/dining area. That's all I can remember at the moment.
It was the perfect social gathering of friends and everyone was so comfortable with each other. I'm still so amazed when this happens because hey, I ain't exactly the "social butterfly". Small, intimate gatherings of two or three people are my thing. There were actually FIVE of my friends IN MY HOUSE on Friday night! Melanie, Tyra, Dave, Mike and of course, Ron. Wait...he doesn't count. Does he? Well, I'll make him count. Hehehe! It was great though. We stayed up 'til the wee hours just talking, laughing and being plain silly.
Once again I will say, I could NEVER ever do this with my ex...have people over and be drinking and smoking (out) together. He'd always be afraid the cops were on their way to bust us all and therefore, eradicate all chances of him ever (ever) becoming a city or county fireman. NO offense to all city, county fireman/cops/good, straight people. Your services are of utmost importance to society. My ex's main problem was not accepting me for who I was around these certain friends. I could never actually BE myself around these people if he was there. So, you're in a field that doesn't allow drugs. You were never into them. So what, you still have to accept ME for who I AM. I'm sorry, I'm an artist. I like to drink and smoke. I like to, uh, travel in my mind. Yea, that's it! These are bad habits, I know, but I really try to keep them in check (bad excuse...ahem). I don't let things get too out of hand. He didn't give me credit for having a brain and knowing when enough is enough. And of course, I don't plan on "partying" for the rest of my life. I CAN'T when (and if) I have kids! Hell no!!!
Ron, by the way, has quit "partying" so much since he's over 30. I'm thinking I'll be slowing things down around 30 as well. His last drug experience was on his 30th birthday. Also, his current occupation does not allow for drugs anymore, as he gets random drug tests. He does have an affection for beer though and doesn't hesitate to have a few after a hard day...or...um...a day. But he's not into hard alcohol, I've found. Poor guy has gotten more than one nasty hangover from drinking too much vodka with me.
Gawd, I sound like an alocholic drug addict! But I'm not! Like I've said before, *singsong voice* I can quit whenever I want! No really, there comes a time in life when that shit's gotta stop. I never went away to college, I was a good girl all through highschool... Hell, it's okay to use my twenties to get some of this shit out of my system. Just don't let it take over. I have a head on my shoulders that works MOST of the time, so I know this. Really.
On to the rest of my weekend. BORE. RING. We were gonna go on a bike ride, run various errands, have a bbq, go to the beach, go to the movies, lalalalalala... The only thing we managed to peel our asses off the couch for was the bbq last night. It was just too fucking HOT to do anything else. I wanted to exercise but I was too tired! I should stick to the theme and say that it had to do with the copious (nice word, I like it!) amounts of cannibus inhaled by me...bad, bad girl!!! It wasn't yer typical stuff, however... I don't know WHERE my brother got this but I was in a fucking COMA for an hour after smoking. Then came the munchies. Holy beee-jeebus the munchies!!! Okay, so all I did was sit around and eat all weekend. Again. This is becoming an all too regular thing. I am a loser. Shit.
Oh well, back on track come today. I can't lay around any more. My back was killing me this morning...from all the laying around. I'm going for a jog tonight...or tomorrow. Either way I have to get some exercise again. For now I'm going to work on finishing my workday without anymore distractions. I must use what few brain cells remain. Fuck, that's not funny...
I feel it's somewhat necessary for me to post something about the tragedy in New Orleans... It's awful to think about. I can't believe what's happened. Yet another reminder that I should be thankful for what I have. It's so easy to say, "Be thankful for what you have, it could be taken away at ANY moment", without really THINKING about it. Well, in light of what's happened over there...I'm thinking. Yes. And I'm thankful. And I'm praying...
OH! One more thing... If that's not enough, later on in the evening he rescued Pickles off of the garage ROOF! Yes, I know all about birds and how they can fly even if they only have ONE flight feather and a slight breeze. 'Cept I didn't think about that yesterday when I took Pickles and Toby outside to show my neighbor's little girl. She reached up to pet Pickles again, after she'd pet him several times, and for some reason he freaked and took off. I just stood there slack-jawed, watching my pet fly onto the roof...waaayyy the hell outta reach. What was the FIRST thing outta my stupid mouth? "OH SHIT (naturally) I'd better clip him!" If I get him back alive, that is. If a fucking CROW or HAWK doesn't swoop down and grab his little bright colored, vulnerable as hell ass off the ROOF, THAT IS!!!! AAAAAA!!!! Amazing, I did not panic. I didn't have time to! Ron to the rescue! *Blaring trumpets* The guy scaled the fucking garage WALL. He jumped up and got ahold of the roof with his hands and lifted himself onto the roof, all in about 5 seconds! It was quite funny watching a grown man chase a waddling little bird around. Pickles: "Peep peep peep peep PEEEEPP!!!!" Ron: "Good bird, gooooooood bird. C'mere...c'mere...it's okay...GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT! C'mere...c'mere..." Eventually he was able to get Pickles to fly down to me...well, the ground anyway. *whew* Thank you, honey!!!!
Last night was pretty damn fun. After the bird fiasco we went in the house to commence watching cartoons. Aaahhhh... The simple life.
I'm looking forward to the long weekend, of course. Who the hell wouldn't be?? Tonight I'm having some friends over for an end of the summer party. We might barbeque, we might not. Who knows. We're just gonna party and see what happens. It'll be Melanie, Tyra, Mike and his friend Bam (nickname of course, I still don't know what his real name is) Ron and I. Just a little get together, gonna play things by ear. Melanie and I just LOVE playing things by ear! Mmmm-hmmm! We'll see what happens! Should be lots of fun.
I don't know what's up for the rest of the weekend. I'll probably spend tomorrow recovering from tonight. I really want to go on a nice bike ride again, perhaps a trail in the valley or something...since it's cooled down and all. Yup, the wind started blowing Monday evening and that usually means a change in the weather. It's gradually gotten cooler all week. Happy happy joy joy. I was able to exercise this week, too. Tuesday I did a full body muscle workout and Thursday I went for a jog. It felt great and I feel all skinny today. Well, not skinny...but, uh...muscular I guess. I will never be skinny, nor do I ever want to be. I like to be athletic looking. A little well distributed cellulite is not a bad thing. Just so long as I have a nice shape, which I do. This semi-regular exercise really helps me to keep in overall good shape. Not to mention, it helps me not feel so bad when I pig out.
Ah hell, Ron just called and he got another fucking parking ticket from parking on my street last night. He was on the wrong side again. Damnit! I hate my street. There's NEVER any parking and you gotta watch the signs like a hawk. They're like..."NO PARKING on Wednesdays between 9 a.m. and 6 p.m., NO PARKING on Friday between 8 a.m. and 10 a.m...." Gotta make sure you read the signs! Ugh.
Alrighty, time to get a little work done before I head out to get lunch for the three of us. We did very well in sales last month so we's gonna celebrate! Woowoowoooooo!!! Lookin' forward to a nice, huge sandwich. I didn't eat much dinner last night and therefore I am getting hungry.
Bye bye!
