Biking IS A Way Of Life

Today was the annual Bikers For Toys run. About 1000 or more bikers make an hour run through the town, cutting of traffic, and basically defying the laws, and police turn a blind eye.  But the bikers all bring toys with them for kids who aren’t fortunate to afford them, so I see why. I wish I had brought my camera. It was amazing to watch, and I was fairly amused by some of the biker’s antics, such as parking a bike in front of a super duty truck, to block off traffic so bikers could run red lights. I left super early and was stuck for a hour in traffic. It was all chill though, because it made me realize how much biking is treasured and run as a way of life. It was awesome to watch the generations.

Work was slammed, so I clocked on early to help out, and ended up getting two parties, one of 9 and the other of 4. Made 42 bucks off those two tables. Ended up walking out with 134. Most of work was a blur, and my legs are still aching.

I can’t wait until my catalouge comes, so I can order my costume and get all my halloween stuff in time. I’m super excited!

Thank you Libs, you have no idea how I would love to run off to Europe with you…. le sigh. Damn that thing called responsibility.

I starting writing earlier, before work, but it was just too much to think about so I erased it. Jess has started to go blind in one eye. We know virtually nothing about why or if it will get worse. If I just don’t think about it, I can avoid the pain.

Another heartache for me is Mike might be leaving again. After he moved back a bank up in New York called and wants to interview him. It’s 40G’s a year starting with two week vacation immediately. I want to be selfish and hope he doesn’t get the job, but what type of person does that make me. He needs his own happiness. SO he’s going next week for the interview, and my fingers are crossed that he does well. He’s such a ray in my life. I completely understand him, and most people don’t. My skin is tough enough that his harsh words and defensive mechanisisms are just him. They don’t hurt, because I know him. He’s just like me. Our nicknames for each other are Lover.

If you knew him, you would think he was gay. He talks gay, actually gay, looks a little gay, but he’s not. Or he says he’s not. But no one would be shocked if he was. He’s just adorable!

I wish more people could live my life. I love it. The good makes up so much more of my life than the bad. I’m blessed that my problems aren’t as big compared to some.

This girl J at work, has been talking none stop, telling anyone who will listen about her current finicial situations. I need to do a backstory. She talks to everyone and anyone about everything possible in her life. She talks non stop. Tmi non stop. SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!! I cannot stand her. As a person, as a co worker. She’s lazy, doesn’t use teamwork unless she needs something, argh! Her, her hubby, and their two kids moved here from AZ on a whim. I know all this because she’s told everyone. I’ve heard each story about 150 times. They have no money, yet they can buy weightwatchers. Her hubby is a sub teacher and can’t find work. They have one car. They are going to lose their house. She sucks at her job. I told her that he needs to go to MickeyD’s or some shit and get a fucking job. She said, oh he’s been trying. HELLO! I would be pissed. I would send his ass out and tell him he better not come home until he’s got proven papers saying he had a job. Think of your kids!!! And yes, she does give her tables a sob story, and yes I ratted on her like a fink bastard. I never rat. And yes, I made her cry tonight. It’s not the first time. Muahahahaa! I realize I’m a horrible person to have on your bad side. But I’m a great person on the good side. I’m passionate, what can I say.