Live your life with arms wide open

Thursday night, I planned on going to Porky's for bike night. Thursday, we had thunderstorms, and a tornado watch, I actually found out where the basement is at work. So I was figuring that by 6 when I got off, we wouldn't be going to Porky's, well, Karli decided that since the severe weather had passed we should go anyway, and I wasn't gonna complain. Karli, her mom, me and Kevin started out for Porky's only to be called by Karli's mom's friend and told that Porky's was locked up, so we went to Trophies instead (the place the bikers go after Porky's). That was fun, got to hang out with bikers and look at bikes, then we decided to go to The Jungle Room, a karoke (sp?) bar where a great number of the bikers congregate after Trophies. I never go to sing, I just like to watch, I was very entertained because Karli and her mom were dancing. I kinda felt sorry for Kevin cause he seemed so bored. As mean as it sounds, I'm thinking next time I go, we're leaving him at home. He was so out of his element. You know how bikers have a certain stance about them (and if you don't I'm not gonna explain it, cause you won't understand anyway)? Kevin just didn't fit in with them.
I was talking to my boss yesterday about it, and she said I need to have a list of stuff I want/need in a guy. Is that true? I was so happy just having A guy, I don't want to go and make a list and maybe find out that there's not a lot on it that he fits with. I'm extremely confused. I've never had a boyfriend (yes, we are officially girlfriend and boyfriend) before, so I don't know anything about relationships, but I know I love cuddling on the couch, I also know it's not going to go beyond cuddling, even if I have to dump him, it's not happening.
Any advice from my small subset of readers?

Cupid works for the devil

So, I was mowing my lawn today, and when I got out there, there's 2 people standing there talking. One on the sidewalk and one in the middle of my lawn, then they got pissed at me because I was mowing my lawn. Someone's gotta explain the logic in that to me, cause I don't understand
I think I have a lack of sleep hangover, if that makes any sense. Sunday night, my friend Kevin came over about 10, we watched a movie and continued to talk until 5:30 AM. So yesterday, after he left I went to bed, got about 4 hours of sleep. And then was going to go to bed at 10, until Kevin called me and we talked about an hour. And today, my body is just tired. Course pair that with the fact that I haven't had anything substantial to eat since about 7pm on Sunday. And of course George has been visiting since Friday.
After I mowed the lawn, I was eating ice cream. I forgot how good ice cream tastes. I haven't had any in awhile due to the fact my freezer won't work. But I'm getting a new fridge today, so maybe that can change. And maybe the stuff in my fridge will be cold. Not that it was really warm, just not so cold. I was talking with Karli yesterday, and she was commenting on the fact I seem to be getting a lot of stuff lately. It's not my fault everything seems to be at the end of its life. Course we've lived here about 21 years, so I guess that's a good life for a lot of things. Unless you're a person.
Speaking of new stuff, I finally made the appointment to get my countertop in for my bathroom sink. The sink/vanity has a 3 to 4 inch gap on the north side between the sink and the wall. Now we all knew that was gonna be there (I was informed after the sink was put in), but the counter/sink is supposed to go over to the wall, there's supposed to be a spacer stick put in to match the cabinet and there's supposed to be side splashes to match the countertop on the walls, so it kinda looks built in. Yes, I will post a pic, when it's done. I'll stick 2 up so you can see the difference. Hopefully that's supposed to be done Thurs before I go to work. Cross your fingers and hold your breath.
So I broke my granite table yesterday. I was upset (no idea why) and I wanted to beat something, but not fuck up my hand (since, I seem to be real good at that), so I took one of my many empty alcohol bottles and was trying to break it (cause that would show I was really pissed). Glass bounces off of wood, and granite, who knew? I didn't do too much damage, I just have to rotate the top, so you can't see the gouge in the side. I figured the table would break teh bottle not the other way around, oh well.
And of course on my walk (before my fun with the bottle), I got some new blisters, which also don't make sense in the world of logic. My toes were rubbing together, who gets blisters from their toes rubbing together (other than me, cause I'm just talented, or fucked up, pick one). By the time I got to city hall, one of them was bleeding, city hall is about 3 blocks from home. And it took me 15 minutes to get home. Now that's fucked up.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales

So I work both Men's and Women's games today. And it's fucking cold, I believe it was about 14 degrees, but with the wind felt like 7 or 8. Can you guess how many idiots (most of them students) that came up to the door in little less than a sweatshirt? They never learn. Thankfully, not many of them complained about the cold, I probably would have blown up at them. I knew it was cold, I was standing there freezing (cause we don't get more than a light windbreaker to wear) and I was at the north doors (where the wind was coming from), I couldn't feel my fingers or toes by the time the game started at 1 (we opened the doors at noon), and I had gloves on. That sucked. Today, my boss said it was going to be the biggest game of the year, so every seat was reserved (the students usually have a student section where they can sit wherever). I only had 3 people come to me with the regular student ticket, one was a guy and his girlfriend, who just wanted to be an ass cause he had his tickets, the other was oblivious that he needed a different ticket.
And some idiot decided to come to the game drunk. Apparently someone noticed him in the Men's bathroom and he was arrested by the city cops. Now here's the weird thing, he was given the choice between going home, or being arrested, and he choose to be arrested. Idiot. It's gotta really suck, because he had to be transported to the county jail instead of staying in the city. Now, I don't know how much bail is for public intox, but I'm pretty sure it's not too cheap, and (I'm not positive on this either) it's the weekend, so he's probably there til Monday morning. I don't understand stupid people. But on the plus side, the officers were waiting at my door with the guy, so I got to oogle them while they were waiting for a car to pick him up.
So, I went grocery shopping after I got done at the game, and then came home. Well my dad calls me to ask how my snow shoveling was going. I'm kinda pissed at him right now. I froze at work, I froze walking home from work, and even though I just had some lasagna I'm STILL FUCKING COLD. I have to go back to the women's game tonight, if you think I'm gonna go out in the cold and shovel snow, just to get all sweaty and go back to the game all sweaty you're nuts.
Goddess has already gotten an earful on this subject, so I thought I'd share some of it with you all. Again I'm bummed about being single. It started last night, when I was bummed about not having a pillow, and that led me to thinking about Patch, cause he used to "let" me use his chest as a pillow. Then this morning, I woke up at about 5:30, I couldn't stick my music on, because my alarm was set to go off at 6:15, so I just kinda dozed. Well I started dreaming about dream guy. So then I woke up to real life, where I can't have dream guy and am very single. And I had a comment from Patch on my MSN site, and that got me bummed because he said he was gonna write about his cross country trip. Now I may or may not have said this before but, Patch keeps telling me he's gonna visit me. The last time I talked to him, he told me next time he went on a trip he'd come visit me. Well, I talked to him once after that and he said he was in some state, but didn't say at all that he was coming to visit me. And then in this comment, he said he was still working on it. Now, I really do like him (don't know if it's more) but I am so sick of that promise. Course he knows, all he has to say is "I'm gonna come meet you some time" and my heart will melt and we'll chat again. I can't do that. That's why I stopped talking to him before, and he says that (more or less as one of the first things) in this comment, and I couldn't talk to him. I miss him dreadfully, but I've also gotten used to broken promises from guys, and I know I shouldn't be used to that, I shouldn't give people that edge. I'm so sick of having guys promise me stuff and never deliver. I was hoping that nothing would happen to make me more bummed about being single. Thankfully, nothing has YET.

A week's work of Valium

So, I was downstairs today keeping my parents' TV company, and I was watching HGTV (one of the channels I could spend all day watching) and in one of the shows they were painting wooden furniture. I just don't understand why people go and paint wooden furniture, that is already treated and beautiful as it is, I can understand if it's unfinished and ugly. Guess that's what happens when you grow up in a Victorian house where your parents are always looking for the gorgeous wood floors, moldings and doors. Silly me. I guess I'm not that much a fan of paint either, I like the raw feel of stuff, some wood is so beautiful when it's stripped, sanded and then varnished.

I was also watching a few of those dating shows on MTV (cause it was there), it's always fun to see what kind of people would get on those shows. I always say I would never go on one of those shows, but sometimes I catch myself thinking about what I would set up for them. I mean wouldn't it be great to have a whole bunch of guys show up looking to have fun with me? I can only hope that will happen.
Oh, and in one of them, they were sitting next to a gorgeous swimming pool, what I would have given to jump into that screen and go swimming. Sigh

Does China Palace deliver down here?

So, I was working the game tonight, and I ran into one of my favorite teachers in high school. So, we were talking a bit, and I told her I was done with college, then we parted ways. But it really hurt, cause she never asked me what I got my degree in.
And then before I left, I ran into one of the cops I'm crushing on. But of course he's in a relationship. How come all the guys I like are in relationships (dating or married)? Sometimes I wish I could just tell them how much I like them, but I would never ruin their existing relationships. Why do I always fall for the guys that are taken?

But a lot was not enough

Who can explain this to me? Why is it when I go into Yahoo! chat rooms I'm bombarded with the people who want to talk about sex? Is there no one that knows how to talk intelligently?

I thought I'd play with a couple of them today and see if they could pass as decent human beings, they don't.
One guy asked if I was happy cause I was alone. I told him for all he knew I could be taking a break from a threesome, to which he asked how old. So I told him, 12 and 13, and he asked if they were my brother and sister. What a sicko.
One of the other guys asked how old I was, so to throw him off I told him 12. He asked to see my pic, we all know what they mean with that, so I told him it was illegal to download child porn, and he said that wasn't what he was looking for. I told him, I knew what he wanted and that my dad had gotten me ready at age 5. So he said, can't you just share your pic. I told him he had to give me a min so I could log his IP, his sn and send them to the PD. He's still trying to chat with me.
And how about the person who tried to get me to view their webcam without even an IM.
Is there no intelligent life out there?

There's no sign of life

So, it's been an interesting end of the week. I have a nasty ass scratch on my leg, that no one believes is a scratch. I swear it is, It looks like I scraped off my skin, it's really nasty looking, but my legs are dry (have been for awhile), and so I had an itch and I start maniacally (sp?) scratching, and well I scratched enough to get a nasty looking scrape, but not enough for blood. OK, the reason I'm saying this is cause I know what to do if something bleeds, but I got pus instead, I don't know what to do with pus. So I slapped a couple bandaids on, and went along with life. Friday after I got home, I let it dry out, I'm not sure if that was a good idea or not. And then yesterday, I worked a 'concert' at the center, and asked the paramedics if they had any neosporine, cause I don't have any, so I got some of that gooped on it. And today after working the game, I went and bought me some bandaids, neosporene (yeah, I know its spelled wrong), and some anti-itch cream today, so I should be ok.
Also yesterday, I was pissed cause I couldn't find my shirt. (Sidebar here, if you know me, when I get pissed, I have a tendency to hit stuff, now most of the time, I hit a wall with the side of my hand), so I was pissed and annoyed and I hit a door, with my fist, and developed this huge ass blood blister, which I pushed back down on my knuckle, and I have a bruised knuckle now. My cop friend just laughed at me, when I told him why I had a bruised knuckle. Hopefully there's never a brick wall or a glass window around when I get pissed.
And today, was a nice day (guy watching anyway). I was working a basketball game, and I was at the door where all the cops and paramedics come in. So, my neighbor (a campus police officer) and dream guy (a city cop) were working, plus one of my other cop friends. And someone I've been chatting with nicely (I'll explain below), and I ran into one of my cop friends as he was going to work as well. It was great.
Ok, this person I've been chatting nicely with. As we all know I work the college basketball games here, and the campus as well as city cops work the games as well. Well I don't know a lot of the campus cops, but I know quite a few of the city cops. Anywho, there's been a certain campus cop, S, that has been working quite a bit lately, so I've been chatting with him when he walks by whereever I happen to be working that night. Yesterday we chatted a bit. And today I saw him out of uniform, and told him I liked his uniform better. I hope to get a nice friendship out of this.

And I've decided I'm a boring person. If anyone has any thoughts against that, please comment.

There's a place in your heart

So yesterday was fun. I went to the ILEA, Iowa Law Enforcement Academy, (shh, don't tell anyone, I was actually in class til 8). All the cops/peace officers in Iowa have to go there to get certified in order to become a cop/peace officer in Iowa. But I know y'all don't care, you want to know why I'm sticking this here, no I haven't lost my mind. I got to see my hott buddy Brinkley during my 3:30 class, then I went to the ILEA where there's enough hott cops in training, I wished I'd had my camera, cause I was drooling (course not outright). We were in a classroom, when some class walked by, probably about 30 people, and maybe 5 of them were chicks, so...use your imagination (most of them were probably too young for Goddess though). And then we took a tour, and walked through the weight/workout room, unfortunately there were only 2 guys in there and they both had shirts on, but I'm pretty damn sure they would have looked good without them, considering the muscles I could see were pretty big. And of course later when we were about to live about 10 hott guys wandered by. It was a great night. Plus a couple of guys in my group (which I'll never see again, because the group meets at 6 on Tuesdays and like I said, I have class til 8). I wish I had a tiny camera.

Truth or consequences, say it aloud

All right ladies, you have to go here and buy the calendar. I guess the guys can buy it for their ladies, I bet you'll make them extremely happy. It's a calendar of Marines (very yummy ones), it's only $15 and the money goes to disabled veterans, pays for bed, prosthetic limbs, etc. What a better way to spend your money, and a great thing to get for your money.
I stumbled upon this when I went to set up my tape for Survivor tonight. Cause we're getting our driveway paved and the guys that were doing it were very yummy looking (not that you could see that much of them since it's like 30 degrees out, but I was entertained, in more than one way). Anywho, that was why I was late setting up my VCR. So I go to set it up, and you know there's that millisecond between pushing the menu button and when you turn on the VCR, well it was on CBS, and the Today Show was wrapping up, and they had military, which I learned seconds later were Marines, which makes the everything so much better. Anyways they were talking about this calendar and I think you all should buy it.
So go HERE, for a very yummy calendar
And go here for a nice interview on the Today Show. Oh those are yummy guys.

Wait for Me

OK, so there's this really hott guy I've been crushing on for awhile that comes into the Business Cafe when I'm here, usually between 12 and 2 on Fridays. And he's about 6 ft, shorter brown hair, always wearing nice blue jeans with a black belt, and some nice biker boots (can't see much of these cause of the longer jeans), usually comes in, in a biker leather jacket (only made by a crotchrocket (?) company) that says Hurley and is black and white, and lately he's been carrying his helmet, a full face helmet that's gray with some kind of design.
Anyways, I was conversing with Goddess about him, and she kept telling me to go talk to him. And I'm pretty damn shy when it comes to talking to guys, so of course I didn't. But he kept looking my way today. That could be because I was sitting in front of the door, so maybe he was looking for the guy that came to meet with him later, or he was paying attention to the class that was in a classroom behind me.
I don't know if I'm regretting not talking to him (probably), or maybe I just want him to come back so I can stare at him some more

I got a bad desire

So, I was mowing the lawns today, and this car drives by with his base way up and so I yelled at him (cause that's what I do, I don't think the rest of the world needs to hear someone else's music, though my dad says I shouldn't yell at them, I should just not listen, yeah, when a bass/music is up that loud, there's no way you can't listen, plus I could hear it over the mower), and the guy looks at me. About a min or so later he comes back turns the corner and flicks me off, to which I retaliate with my middle finger (cause that's what I do, I don't back down). And he drove off, I kept waiting for him to come back again, maybe kinda hoping too, cause I hardly ever back down, gets me in trouble (insert eyes rolling smiley face here). Anyways, I finished the one lawn and moved on to ours. So maybe about 15 or 20 minutes passes, and I'm mowing and here comes this guy walking toward me (No, I wasn't freaked, very little freaks me out, actually I said come on babe (yeah I talk like that inside my head), you know you want some) and he apologizes. So, not what I was expecting, he said it's cause he is ornery. I only regret I didn't say he was cute (kinda looked like Kenny Chesney) and ask him his name. I think the reason he came by (and I could be wrong, happens), is that he didn't expect me to retaliate, that or he got home and vented to a roommate, or someone and they said he should go apologize. See, I know why I'm single, I drive guys away, I'm too set in my ways/strong for a guy, or I don't say shit.
I really hate it when people surprise me.

Kiss my eyes

So, as things get started, I have to complain about people (Cause that's what I do best). On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have a 2.5 hr break in between work and class, so I've taken to (in the week and a half of classes I've had) sitting in the commons area of the Physics buildings (which they stuck in a doorway, so I can't sit and watch people coming in anymore), and people really can't walk lightly through there. In the 2 and a half hours I was there, there were at least 5 people (walking through, not sitting down, or in the mad mob to get to class), that walked like elephants. Like I really need to know that you're coming the moment your ass gets in the door. I don't think so.
And then there's the people who don't know how to throw away their Daily. The Daily is the campus paper, and most likely its in every building in campus. Well, it seems, that all students (yes, I know, not all students do this), pick up a paper, read it, and then throw it on the floor and go about their business, or they leave it on the table/desk/whatever. And then they walk away. Because obviously their mother works at the university. I've had that problem at the library as well, people leave lights on (on the separate carrels where student sit and do homework), and leave their chairs out. Now, I'm not gonna complain about them leaving books, out, cause I'm paid to put them away, and we'd rather they did this, cause most don't put them away right.
And, I know I've mentioned this before but I love Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays on campus. Tuesdays and Thursdays, Airforce, and Navy have to dress in uniforms, and Wednesdays, Army has to dress in uniform. I never get tired of seeing those. Unfortunately I don't have any of those unis in my classes. Sigh.
Another thing, see if I get any commentary on this, do guys worry about how they look? Cause you know they generally look pretty damn good in their jeans and shirts. I was watching guys yesterday during my break, and I'm always trying to watch people in my classes (yes, I love watching people), and we all know my 9AM class instructor is hott.
And speaking of my 9AM class, there's this one guy that has shown up twice to the class, the first day and today. I've had this guy in one of my classes last semester, he plays football (which is no excuse, cause there's 2 other football players in this class, and they've been there everyday), and he'd always show up late to that class as well. He's shown up this semester at 9:30, class is 30 minutes over with 20 minutes left, why the hell even bother to come? Especially since he's already missed a quiz and a couple attendance days. I hate it when some people just half ass classes, and then because they're late the last seat is in the front of the room and so they disrupt the whole class to get to that seat.
Why are there so many good looking guys on this campus and I'm still single? I'm getting real sick of being single. Is there something wrong with me?