So, I'm feeling much better today.

My side still hurts a little bit, but I can actually lift my arm without wanting to scream. I actually felt good enough that I took my dog for a walk. He did pretty well until we came upon 2 squirrels and then he nearly ripped my arm off!

I have a date tomorrow night. Well, I guess it's a date. Regardless, I hope it goes better than the date I had on Friday. Worst date ever in the history of the world. I won't go into details, but let's just say it pretty much looked like he hadn't brushed his teeth since the day he was born.

Work hasn't been wonderful this last week. I'm just glad that it's over and I don't have to go back until Sunday. I'm hoping that when we get back, things will be better, but I'm not hopeful. For one, P.S. will be off until freakin' December. What's up with that? I don't know how I'll function without him! The only plus side is that Drac will be back. He was off our last two nights of mids, and it just wasn't the same without him!

Other than that, I really don't know that I have anything else to say. Annnd.... out.

I think I hurt more than just my leg yesterday.

My side is hurting really bad. Even when I lift my arm. I think I might have pulled a muscle or something when I dropped my bike. =(

On a happy note, tonight is my last night of midnight shift.

Had my first motorcycle related injury today.

I knew when I woke up this afternoon (shut up, I'm on midnight shift. I'm allowed to be lazy) that it was going to be a bad day. We decided we were going to go ride some today, so I managed to get the bike out of the garage all by myself. Everything was peachy until I got down to the end of the driveway.

For this motorcycle class I'm taking to get my license, you have to wear boots. So I bought a pair of boots on Friday and I decided today I would wear them and get used to them. Big mistake. When I went to go turn out of the driveway, my foot got caught between the shifter and the foot peg and made me lose my balance. So I dropped it.

Thankfully, because I was going so slow (and have freakishly long legs), I was able to catch myself and keep from going down with the bike, but when the bike went over, the foot peg caught me on my other leg. I've now got a nasty bruise and there's a bump that's formed where I was hit. It hurts pretty bad, but at this point, I'm considering myself lucky that I didn't get seriously injured.

Guess who road her motorcycle on the real road?

That's right. I did. And I went faster than 20 mph. Jealous? You should be. And guess what? I'm doing it again tonight.

I think I might love Howie Mandel.

WTF is wrong with me? He's sexy.

Phoebe <3

I've always loved kids. Always. I worked at a daycare center for nearly 4 years, and even though the kids got on my nerves daily, I would have done anything in the world for either of them. But I have never loved anyone like I love my little PP.

The very first time I held her, she was 2 days old and it scared the bejesus out of me. She seemed so fragile, so tiny. It was absolutely terrifying. What was even more terrifying was the first day I babysat her. I've always been good around the little kids next door, but they're also older. I usually do better with kids 1+. I'd never watched a baby so young before.

She's now a little over a year old, and every day I see her, I think I love her just a little bit more. So, my darling PP, even though you're too young to understand now, I want to thank you for letting me love you. And thank you for loving me too.

My boys.

So I've made references in previous posts, so I figured I would give you a general information about my boys. So you won't be confused. Hopefully, in the event they ever stumble across this blog, they won't be angry that I blogged about them. After all, they're a big part of my life as I spend quite a few hours per week with them. But in order to protect their privacy, I'm going to resort to fun nicknames.

P. Diddy- I mentioned him previously in a post. He's my supervisor, and while he sometimes drives me up a freakin' wall, he definitely makes life interesting. As previously mentioned, this nickname was just something stupid I called him when I first started at the PD (though never when he was within ear shot) as I was never really sure WHAT to call him. To this day, he still doesn't know about the nickname.

P.S.- He's also my supervisor, but only when P. Diddy is off (which is like... all freakin' summer!). When I first started at my job, I was completely and utterly terrified of him. I'm not sure why. Now, he's one of my favorite people in the planet =)

Bud Lite- In the entire 2 years I've been at my job, he's the one I know least about. Truthfully, sometimes I forget he's even there, but I have to honestly say, I don't think I've ever had a beef with him! He's a nice guy, just quiet!

Drac- Named for the fact that we tease him about looking like Count Chocula. Keep in mind, he doesn't REALLY look like that crazy cartoon, but it's fun all the same. Especially being that I don't think he likes it too much. Haha.

Dennis- No, his real name is not Dennis, but he reminds me of that crazy cartoon character, Dennis the Menace. Not because he's a pain in the ass or anything, but because he seems to be a little mischievous.

Sam- Yes, that's his real name. But for some reason, I think he'd probably be okay with me blogging about him. He's my partner in crime. I spend more time with him than I spend with any of the others, as he's forced to do his 9 hours in the same room as me! Haha.

So there you have it. In the event I ever mention these guys, maybe you won't feel quite so out of the loop.

Cheeeeesecake.

That's what I'm making for my boys. You know... the ones I work with. One requested a cheesecake topped with mandarin oranges. And because I'm such a nice person, I'm complying. But ooooh, I bet that is going to be NASTY! And they probably won't even eat it.

But I'm also fixing a plain one. And I got a can of cherries to go with it. Again, because I'm such a nice person. But they probably won't even eat that one either. I think they've made plans for ice cream cake tomorrow, so if they don't eat it, I'll pack my little cheesecakes up and bring them back home! SO THERE!

Also, I'm nearly ready to ride my motorcycle on the road. You remember... the motorcycle that is my boyfriend. I actually rode it on the real road today. But it was not even a full mile. Because I am a wuss. But it won't be long before I'm ready to tackle the real REAL road. You know, the one where you go over 20 miles an hour.

This post is for you, P. Diddy*.

In the event that you ever stumble across this blog, this is proof that I don't always talk bad about you, no matter how often I call you a bastard at work.

Today was fairly uneventful. I worked, as usual. Whoever decided working during the hours of 7-4 was a good idea should have a size 11 boot shoved firmly up their ass. Bastards. The only plus side of the day is that while I was supposed to work the shift alone, my supervisor made it a point to come in and keep me company.

Most of that time was spent with me serving as a look out while he "meditated", but I was grateful for the company anyway. He's really not so bad to talk to, especially when no one else is around. (See that? I just complimented you. In a back handed kind of way, but it was a compliment none the less!)

Thank you for your help today, P. Diddy. You know I like when you come in to keep me company. No matter how much I try to convince you otherwise. =)



* So because I'm kind of a dork (simple, as he once put it), when I first started at my job, I thought it was hilarious to call my boss P. Diddy. Not to his face, of course. And unless he stumbles across this, he'll never be any wiser. But in an effort to keep his identity private, I've decided to revert back to that nickname for the purpose of this blog.

Why all the hate against slightly smushed bread?

Does slightly smushed bread taste different than fully fluffed bread? I mean seriously? I grabbed a loaf of bread off the shelf at Wal*Mart, and unfortunately, the only loaf left in the kind I wanted (Double Fiber, anyone?) was smushed. Just slightly. My madre commented on it, the cashier at Wal*Mart commented on it, and I'm pretty sure my boys at work will comment on it tomorrow.

So really... is there anyone out there in blog land that has experiences with this kind of phenomenon?