so wrong

I'm sorry, but I find it incredibly wrong to hear a child say - I'm so excited. I've only ever had a fat daddy. I can't wait until it's my turn [to shine? - I forget the exact words]. Not the words about having a fat daddy - though that's a little rude. It's more seeing her, and she's 7 or 8, and really overweight, and if I'm interpreting her correctly, wanting to be on the Biggest Loser? I have to have taken that wrong. It can't be correct. It is not something to look forward to.

The title is also appropriate for my behavior. I'm a hothead. If I'm doing something wrong biking, I fully accept any consequences that may ensue. Like riding the wrong way down a road. Or riding without a helmet - even a short distance. But if I'm doing the right things and you honk at me, watch out, if I can catch you. Tonight I was biking in the roadway, on the side, with headlight and tail light and reflective vest and reflective bike bags, and I have the right of way, and the cars coming along the off ramp have a yield sign, and the car honks at me because I don't stop for it. Her.

How do I know it's a her? Because she got caught at the left turn light, and so I rode up and slapped her window. No matter what she said, all I said was YOU HAD THE YIELD SIGN. I eventually left - I would have parked myself in front of or on top of her car, had there not been other cars behind her and I didn't want them to have to pay for her sin. Yeah yeah, I'm over the top and not proud of it. This is my confession area. At least some of my sins.

a pain in the

face! Went this morning to the dentist and had not one but two teeth prepared for crowns. I felt like I was run over by a truck. I felt like I had given a guy a bj for five hours (not that I really know what that's like, so don't get all excited). I felt the pain when I forked over my credit card - we'll see if I can do the bathroom remodel I was planning.

And feeling like shit, all I could think of was how could I be an executive director? I can't lead people when I feel like crap. Well, no duh.

I just did a search on 'how to be an executive director' and even I didn't see a listing in eHow, I found some other things. And amazingly enough, I believe I could be a good executive director. Especially for something I'm passionate about.

But am I passionate enough about this that I'm applying for? I'm not sure. I'm skeptical, and trying to research so that I CAN be passionate for the interview. Else, I have no chance for the job.

In the meantime I have to learn how to use a web cam from my home computer, clean up the room that the computer is in or at least find something to hang behind me, etc. etc.

Not that I'm feeling overwhelmed at all. Oh, no. Not me.

But riding my bike to my car tonight, I thought that it's nice to be in a position where I even feel comfortable applying for this job. To be somewhat healed. It's nice. And if this job doesn't work out, as my mom says, it's for a reason. Speaking of my mom, I talked to her on Friday and she asked if I'm getting a new job because she had a dream I did. I have not told her anything... She just knows. But we'll see.

Saturday Hunt - Concoction

My concoction is a motley assemblage of things, persons or ideas.

Here's the shoes I bought after returning the really pointy ones. I've never gone completely round, and they're comfortable (Hush Puppies), and a good color, so I'm trying them. I even almost threw away the box, and then just couldn't. But I'll keep them.


Here's the filter that needs replacing in my vacuum cleaner that currently does not suck.


Here's my first ever tile job, without the grout yet. I am very proud. It took me 2.5-3 hours for not a very big space.

Late, Pie eating

I ate beef bourginon or however you spell it, and I brought the pie and ate that too. I honestly didn't like the pie that much, but everyone else loved it. My friends B and L, and my ex. (yeah, him again)

Funny story: my ex was talking about the woman he used to climb with (who used to be my friend and dropped me suddenly, even before the divorce - and apparently tends to drop people). He had gone on a trip with her in August and after that she dropped him. Apparently during that trip, or after? not sure (because he tried to find out what happened) she said he reminded her of her ex.

So as we're leaving, he says: maybe I should go up to her walking sullenly and sadly, and say to her that Pamela said I reminded her of her ex too.

I was a little shocked that he can joke about it now, but it was damn funny.

Late, Pie

Well, I had to make an apple pie for tomorrow night, and tried a new recipe and it took way too long. I wanted to go to be way earlier, but alas. This one has a crumble topping, which I've never made. It doesn't look crumbly to me. Just looks like sugar piled on top. Oh well.

Didn't talk much about my weekend except for the movie. I basically spent the whole day Saturday with my ex. Went climbing - even though in the am it was misty nasty, it was gorgeous by the time we got where we were going. Even though he could have kept going, even though it was raining, I was DONE by 3:00. We drove back and stopped at the apple orchard - I owed him some money for gas and he likes apple cider, so we got some. He also got a caramel apple, rolled in peanuts. I was like those puppy dogs that sit and stare at you when you're eating, hoping hoping hoping for something. I got multiple bites, and I even liked it with peanuts!

My 'date' for that night was sick, so I asked him if he wanted to see the movie, and we went out to dinner ahead of time. Since it was Halloween, the wait staff were all dressed up. Most of the women had on slutty outfits. I kept offering to my ex to drop a fork or something so he could see someone bend over, but he didn't take me up on it. Our waiter was male, but dressed like a woman. I wanted to laugh hysterically, not because of that, but because his voice sounded like a vampire's and he wasn't even trying!

It was a nice day, but on the drive home I cried. Just because thinking about not seeing him much at all if I move to CA. But that wouldn't be so bad. Just a little sad.

PS, forgot BOTH bra and underwear today. Counter updated.

Had to balance out the sweetness

If only all kids were like this

I'm Facebook friends with my friend's teenage daughter. She has a 7 year old brother. Her recent update:

this morning my mom told my brother that her school was sending candy to the troops, and to pick out the candies he didn't want. he took out a piece of chocolate and a lollipop and put the rest in a box and wrote on the box "der arme i hav a pezet for you. loev to arme" :D i love that kid!!!

Awww...

My friend had sent out an email Saturday asking about climbing on Sunday, in part to get rid of the candy hangover. I checked in with him Sunday night, and he said he had no candy hangover because the damn kid gave it all away... :-)