Hello!

Sorry I've been MIA
Just for the record, I doubt I will be blogging here anymore. Maybe every once in a while, I'll type something if I have some free time, but it's really a pain for me to open 20 windows so that I can post something.

Perhaps when school starts up in the fall, I will start up again, but for now, I'm just chillin. I have started a vox account, so if you want to sign up for vox, drop me an email and let me know, and I'll let you know where to find me.

Hope everyone's doing well, and I will comment on your blogs. That's easy for me to do for some reason.

Yesterday's Adventure-long

It's 80 degrees today, so of course, I had to plan a nice ride for myself.

First I went to church. No riding-skirt wearing time. Oh, here's a funny. My skirt looks like a salsa skirt. It's short, black and flings out when I go down the stairs, and it has this lacy stuff that goes just under the main skirt. I put it on, and then realized that I didn't have my slip on. Yes, when I wear a skirt, I always wear a slip. It's ingrained. So, I get to church, stand the whole time (I'm an usher), and then sit down for the sermon. I notice the lacy part isn't near the bottom of the skirt, but my slip is (it's lacy too!). I left church and realized something was bunching up at my butt. UGH!! It was the lacy part all bunched up. I bet my butt looked huge, as I lead the parade of 30 young men from Detroit (guest choir) around for offering. I hope they enjoyed the show.

I rode to the SPCA March for the Animals to give my charitable contribution. The dogs were adorable. I got front row parking too because I was riding. That's one great thing about being on a motorcycle. Parking is always cake. Of course, I can't stay long because I get too emotional (I think I need counseling). Then I went riding through the city.

One of our contests for Motor Maids is to take pictures of our bike in front of stone churches. I passed about 5 in the city, but didn't have my camera handy. Plus, I was on my way to this jewelry show to pick up some cheap, fun watches for my mother. I get to a stop light, and a guy on a Suzuki crotch rocket pulls up next to me. His lane cuts off pretty much at the other side of the intersection. He asks me what kind of bike I have, and I ask if he's going to race in front of me to get in my lane. He says "I'm not going to race." I said 'Oh, go ahead. It'll be fun. If you're going faster than 10mph, you'll beat me.' The light turns, we say goodbye and he races off. What a showoff. hee hee.

I pass a few more churches and park near Camden Yards. It's game day, and everyone is sporting their orange and black. I feel cool because my bike is orange. I park in this curb colored spot near a fire hydrant, but it's permit parking for #8 permit people, no parking for everyone else. I HOPE that I'm ok even though I don't have that permit. I go to the show, get the watches, and I'm out in about 20 minutes. As I'm walking back to my spot (remember, I'm wearing a long sleeved tshirt, chaps, jeans and carrying my coat), I see a tow truck driving down the road that my bike is on. I hear a fan say 'That's the second time he's passed.' I don't know who he's talking about, but I swear it's the tow truck. I start walking REALLY fast, and I feel like I'm going to faint. I see him pass my bike, and breathe a huge sigh of relief. If I had gotten towed, I would've been really mad. Disaster averted.

I get back on the bike, and I go to Ryan's house. Nothing exciting except Mike, his roommate, sees me standing outside the house and he thought 'Who is this bandannad bag lady standing near our house. Oh, it's Peachy.' What a tool. HA!!HA!! I watch the rest of the game at their house, and then mosey on home.

I ride back into the city because I don't want to stop for the 2.00 toll when it's nice outside, and another car with a family is in the lane next to me. I hear the girl in the car yell out 'HA!!HA!! She has a cupholder!!' I told her that it gets really hot, and it's nice to have a drink at a stop light. Her dad asks about my bike, and how fast it goes, etc.. and then lets me race in front of him because my lane is ending after the light. I think I made that family's day. They were all smiles.
I get onto the main road and there's a pack of about 40 boys on dirt bikes going the opposite direction. They are doing wheelies, and racing in between cars like its their job. They give people on motorcycles bad names because none of them had helmets (they probably don't even have driver's licenses), and they were seriously taking over the road. It was a bad scene, and I know sooner or later one of them is going to get hit and smashed. Oh well. I'm not their parents. If they were next to me at a stoplight, I might have said something.

The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful, just freaking hot. I should've taken the highway so I would've been a bit cooler, but because I'm cheap, I suffer through the heat on days like today. Another great day of riding is under my belt. *huge smiley face* Can't wait for Tuesday. 76 degrees. Oh, and next time I'm going to take my camera. I don't think it's such a good idea to be riding on the sidewalks for pictures in front of churches on Sunday. God may get mad.

Thanks YB

I would also like to give YB a huge thanks for posting as me for a day. That was truly Hi-larious.

Drunken Friday

School's back in session!!! I'll try to be good about this this time around.

Friday I was feeling frisky. I got the bar around 6:15 (yes, I was chauffeur but I found parking in my new, always available secret place). Ryan, Mike, Brian and I ordered 3 orders of wings (thank goodness I split an order). Brian called his friends, and Ryan called Katie (she's one of the people I went to the 21st birthday with). Megan (Katie's best friend who works at the bar and also went to the party) was already there.

I don't know what it was, but 1.00 Miller High Lifes were going down like water, and I'm not a big Miller High Life Fan. So, a few other guys and Katie showed up and we drank and watched the O's and drank some more. Then Katie decided that our table was awesome and we should play quarters. Of course, the one game that I am NOT good at. I really am NOT good at quarters. So you all know what that means...I was drinking a lot of Miller High Life. Can you believe we actually played quarters at the bar? The bartender, who is a jerk, made us stop after a while though saying that customers complained. No one even noticed us. Oh, except for the time I yelled for Megan to bring us another pitcher. Other than that, we were quiet as field mice.

We eventually left (maybe around 10), and went to go meet up with one of my old coworkers who was in the neighborhood. He wasn't at the bar when we got there, but I made friends with the bouncers inside and out. I love talking to everyone on my time. hee hee. You don't talk to me, I'll talk to you. That's really how I am. So, we left the bar, and headed back to pick up Mike and Katie, who were meeting us back at Katie's house.

We picked them up and headed to this bar where Katie's friend was having a birthday party. Ok, first of all, there was a 10 dollar cover. I hate paying cover, but I was with the group, so I went along. I had to go to another bar down the street to get cash (Katie went with me), and when we get to the door, the dude was like 'we don't allow tennis shoes.' I was wearing tennis shoes. I looked at him and was like 'oh.' We just stood there staring at the dude. hee hee. Thank goodness Katie is a hottie, because the guy said 'Well, I'll let you in this time.' I said 'Thanks, here's your 10 bucks.' The bar sucked. It was too fancy for its own good, didn't serve beer, and I ended up getting a Tom Collins that tasted like ass. hee hee. It wasn't that bad, but I really didn't feel like drinking anything but beer. Her friends were pretty dorky too. One guy was um..basically an assistant at Lenscrafters, and had the nerve to tell me all about MY eyes. I was like 'Dude, I get it. I should take my contacts out. Ok.' The worst part was that I was wearing my glasses. Maybe he wanted to keep talking to me or something. Wait..the really worst part was his name was Bert. HA!!HA!! Loo-hoo-ser.

Ryan knew two of the guys (Bert and Jason) that were there for the party, and then Ryan wanted to start dancing. He was dancing so fast, I thought I was going to yak, so I had to stop dancing. hee hee. That was funny. Eventually, we left, and took a cab back to Ryan's house. Mike and Katie ended up hooking up. It's funny because Mike never takes his keys with him when Ryan is around. It's like Ryan is his dad. So at 7am, Mike calls my phone and is like 'Can you let me in?' I totally teased him about Katie making him do the walk of shame, and I went downstairs in a tshirt only to let him in, and ran back upstairs. (HOW LONG IS THIS POST??).

So after our drunken night (I think that was all that happened), I made it back safely to Ryan's house, and felt horrible the rest of the weekend. I ran some errands on Saturday, and chilled out. Sunday I went to church, cooked pasta for lunch, and watched "The Green Mile." It's such a good movie.

I can't hang like I used to, but it was fun letting it all hang out and not being DD for once.

Peachy For A Day

So Peachy asked me to try and post something here. Apparently she is having troubles posting. I thought I'd go for it since I am such a nice guy and all. Plus, I sorta feel like this is an opportunity........ :)

I started wondering what I should write. I thought about it a while, trying to think like her. Then I thought maybe I should try and imagine that if I were my friend Peachy, what would I have to look forward to today? So here is the list of what I think Peachy will have to look forward to today.

1. First, I'll wake up slowly, not wanting to go to work because people will be talking to me before I want them to.

2. I'll consider having coffee then decide not to. Then decide to have coffee. Then decide not to. Then have coffee and try to ignore the fact that my toothbrush is at home. I hate coffee breath.

3. Check blogs and wonder why people write such crap all the time. (Like that goofy YB guy). Then have some good laughs with some blog friends, think about leaving comments but by now I really don't feel like it so.....

4. Get started on something, ask for help not realizing that the guy who volunteers to help me is doing it because he's gets all starry-eyed every time I'm around. I don't notice how he drops everything as soon as I speak his name. Poor sucker. He just doesn't realize the danger he is in falling for me. *sigh*

5. Work on my project, doing an exceptionally efficient job (as usual) even though my mind is on what Ryan and I will be doing tonight.

6. Laugh to myself and blush as I realize what it is I want Ryan and I to be doing tonight.

7. Take a break and look out a window, cursing the weather because I really wanted to ride my bike this weekend. Damn rain!

8. Go back to work, turning down 3 different offers for lunch, not noticing how heartbroken the guys asking are when I reject them. (Even though it's not rejection to me. They are deluded after all. It's the Kavorka. I can't help it. *sigh*)

9. Start planning my latest stock investment as I finish my project. Can't ever have enough investments going.

10. Knock off work early just because I can. Since I am my own boss and all.

11. Hurry home to Judge Judy. Rip the phone out of the wall so I don't have to abuse anyone for bugging me during my 'golden time'. (JJ time is sacred y'know!)

12. After JJ is over, I get my sexy Victoria's Secret lingere on under my regular clothes. I'm feeling a little frisky thinking about Ryan coming over and I think he deserves a nice surprise.

13. Spend the evening torturing Ryan with my womanly wiles. The poor boy just has such a hard time keeping up with me. But he does get an A for effort. And he really doesn't mind at all. ;)


So there you have it. Thats how I think Peachy's day will go. Peachy, let us know how close I got to the truth. I do know you pretty well after all. xo

Sorry..

I officially hate using the new blogger from home. It's such a pain. I have to continually open things in new windows in order to use it, and I hate having a lot of windows open, so I close them all and go play spider solitaire. I'm a mess.

PSA for today- I just ordered my annual credit report, so you should probably do the same. Go to www.annualcreditreport.com and you can either call in adn have them mail it to you or look at it online. Because my address is crazy (there's a 1/2 in it), I have many different address types, so I have to call mine in and hope the computerized lady can understand me. It's a pain, but I remember going through the same thing last year.

I'm pretty much out of the march madness competition. I picked Kansas (well, I didn't pick a winner, but I would've picked Kansas) and they lost on Saturday. Texas is also out of it. I don't even know if I have anyone in the running at this point. Maybe Florida, but who cares anymore. It's 10 bucks down the drain, and it was fun while it lasted.

It's getting warm here, so I have to get my bike started and in shape. Emmie is having a party at the end of April, and it's a few hours away. Since I'll be riding down there alone, I don't want any surprises nor do I want to miss the party because of some stupid thing I could've had fixed if I wasn't such a slacker.

The students took their midterms last Wednesday. They missed a lot of the basic addition problems because they were either thinking too fast, or their writing was too messy for them to understand. It's hard to drill basics into people's heads. WRITE YOUR NUMBERS IN A STRAIGHT LINE!! How many times can you say that? The grades ranged from 65-100. Of course, the girl that got 100 wasn't in class, and I gave her the test to complete at home. She might have used a calculator, but I don't care. It's her loss if she doesn't want to learn the material. One teacher can only do so much. I did ask her to bring in her scrap paper today, so we'll see how smart she really is.

I went to a 21st bday party on Saturday night. There was weed everywhere. I haven't been to a party that reeks of weed in ages, so it kind of took me back. The people at the party were ok. I was DD (as usual), so I only had a couple glasses of wine, and played cards. The drunk people couldn't understand how I was so good at the game. I was like 'duh..my reflexes are at 100%, you idiots.' HA!!HA!! I love winning.

Anyway, hope everyone's doing ok. Miss you.

March Madness

I have FL, Texas, Kansas and Ohio State in the Final Four and I have Kansas as winning it all. Unfortunately, I got an email from one of my coworkers during the MD game saying that I didn't actually put a winner on my bracket. If Kansas wins it all, I am gonna be mad. I don't understand how I could've missed filling in the winner (although I was ready to leave work for the day when I filled it out). We'll see how things go.

Duke lost last night and that makes me happy. They haven't lost in a first round game since '96. Everyone has been talking about how great they are, and they are not great. Everyone thinks they're great because they are Duke. The commentators can bite me now that I can say 'I told you so.'

I bought my new purse online. It's here! I wanted a different one at first, but the other one was too big and too much like a mom purse, so I didn't buy it. The one I bought was on sale, so I guess that's a double bonus. I got the dark brown color. It will match other stuff in my wardrobe better than the other colors, and I think the dark brown looks classy. It doesn't matter. It's time for me to splurge since I got my tax returns back. The rest of my $$ is going in the bank for another rainy day.

I caught a cold, but hopefully I'll be over it by tomorrow (yeah, right) so I can rage out with the other Irish population tomorrow. Have a great weekend!!

Wedding Bells? ha!

Yesterday evening, Ryan invited me to dinner with his dad. His dad was working in Delaware, and stopped by on his way home. Of course, I was game. I like Ryan's dad a lot. He's a curious fellow, and curious people are smart people, so I'm always down for answering silly questions.
We went to Mama's on the Half Shell for dinner. It's a seafood restaurant, and the clientele is pretty snooty, but the food was good. I ate two oysters (yes, on the half shell ha!), some clams casino, and then I had mussels as my main meal. The wine sauce that they used was a little tart/tangy for my taste, but the mussels were good.

Ryan's dad (Larry) had rockfish with saffron rice and asparagus, and Ryan had chicken chesapeake (chicken with crabmeat) with mashed potatoes. The presentation was gorgeous. The rockfish tasted good, but Ryan didn't share his with me so it must have been REALLY good.
At one point, Ryan went the bathroom, and Larry says "So, are you two ready to settle down and spend the rest of your lives together?" I didn't know if this was a serious question or one of his silly questions, so I kind of fumbled/stumbled and said "Well, we'll see where things go. Since I'm older than Ryan, I have no idea if he's ready to settle down, or he's just playing around." Larry said "I don't know if Ryan knows what playing around means." I told him that I didn't either. Thank goodness Ryan showed up right after that.

I can't remember if Larry ever knew that I had a boyfriend. I've been hanging out with Ryan, his friends, and his fam for a few years now, but I don't know if my other life was ever brought up. Larry probably thinks we've been together this whole time (which is funny).
I told Ryan what his dad said and he said 'Really, he asked you that?' I said 'Yeah, did you put him up to it?' He said he didn't. I did tell him that Larry does love me. HA!!HA!!

I do remember Brian or one of Ryan's friends telling me that Larry wanted Ryan to get married and start a family and all that good stuff, but I think I may have been drunk, and I don't remember the full conversation, but I remember that part. I wonder...