I play this game everyday at work. It keeps the job interesting... It's called "You Can't Win." Yea, it's a super fun game where every avenue of possibility leads to FAIL.
Don't read into that, the job is still awesome.
I should have gone to the gym tonight. I am tired and restless all at once. My legs want to run but my head says it's sleepy time.
Collin and I are steadily increasing the distance of our walks. On weeknights we are walking two to three miles; on the weekend days it's closer to five to six miles. It feels great and I feel great. I am hoping to see some results on the scale next weekend too.
We bought a nice propane grill a few weeks ago, and I heart it. Since it is "summer" (the weather until the past week hasn't really exhibited summer but this is Oregon) most all of our hot meals have been done on the grill. I love experimenting on it.
I really have to pee right now, but if I go up stairs I don't think I will come back down tonight... This is a laptop though so I could take it up there with me.... I am a GENIUS!
SUCCESS! Empty bladder and the blog action continues.
Not much has happened since the last post... There have been some moments but nothing to earth shatteringly important. We did have to put another few hundred dollars into the truck... Yay! He needed a new catalytic converter. AND I got to see an old friend from way back in the day.
Work has been so busy time has just flown by. It's good for job security. I have learned so much, and as far as I can tell people love me... It's kind of weird. This is definitely a great job to have until I get everything in order for what I would REALLY love to do.
Bear with me on this because it may seem outlandish (and before you decide to be a nay-sayer remember I would never deny you your dream), but I want to be a tattoo shop manager and eventually owner someday. I DO NOT WANT TO ACTUALLY TATTOO (I think). The blood thing kind of freaks me out a little. I think it would be awesome to just own and run a nice, respectable, clean shop where talented artists can do their work. Plus it would be a space where I can display MY ART (and my fellow artists art). It's a far off dream like many of my dreams but it's what I think I would really enjoy doing when I grow up.
Here's one funny anecdote from the past month (it actually occurred Monday of this week):
Collin and I decided to walk to the Walgreen's near our place and so I had on my purple sak pak that I got as a freebie from Arie's Apparel. When I was putting on my shoes Collin came down the stairs and saw the purple thing on my back and thought at first I was wearing a tiny purple cape (in hindsight this would be awesome, like an homage to the "Purple Dude" I used to see going to the chiropractor across from the collection agency in Salem). It was a hilarious moment that soon passed. Then as we made our way to the store I was joking aroung like I was going to weave down the sidewalk with my arms out (kind of Supergirl-esque) saying, "Weeeeeeeeee!!!!!" Natuarally, we let our imaginations run wild with this and we made up a whole background story about why I do that in case someone were to stop and ask. And now we have yet another weird retard (differently abled for you sensitive types) scenario in our inside jokes.
Okay, thank god I went pee when I came up here... Spaz just scared the beejeezus out of me. I thought I had closed our bedroom door all the way and she just pushed it open. I thought it was Collin (which still would have startled me) but I think it being her scared me a little more because she doesn't have opposable thumbs and she cannot reach the doorknob, and, like I said, I could have sworn I closed the door all the way....
I am in another blackhole with certain friends again it seems. And it really kind of pisses me off. I see what will happen already, in about a week or so I will get a call or a message about how this that and the other thing and blah blah blah. Then down the road another favor will be asked that I can't do anything to help with and then it will be the perpetual silent treatment all over again. WHY? Why do I let myself be suseptable to this kind of bullshit. At least now in my life I can recognize it. Oh well. I know who really cares about me and that's all that matters.
Spaz is going to hate in a couple minutes when I kick her out of the bedroom so I can go to sleep. Luckily the group is meeting a little later tomorrow so we don't have to be up before 6:30. Tomorrow should be a fairly busy day. After the walking we are going to go see Collin's Grandma (today was her 83rd birthday) and then we are going to *shudders* swing down to his parents (his mom's 60th birthday is Sunday). That will be a blast I am sure. I am excited to see Grams though. Love that old bird.
Some things to look forward to: Collin and I are taking a couple days off soon for a nice four day weekend. It will be great, even if we end up having dental appointments during some of that time, it will still be great.
I am going to go to bed now. I was trying to kill some time so my wonderful (yes for once that IS dripping with sarcasm... Okay not so much but maybe a little) husband would be up here to come to bed at the same time. One because I enjoy climbing into bed together, and two I don't want him to wake me up right after I fall asleep, thereby disrupting my natural sleep cycle and turning me into super MEGA bitch wife... LOL
Good night.
