Joy Ride

I bought my bike yesterday decked out with fenders a kickstand and even a helmet. I haven’t worn a helmet, since I learned how to ride a bike eighteen years ago. I guess I’m getting wiser with age.

I took it for a first ride, and upon my return noticed the nuts and bolts from the portion of my fender that was suspended were missing. So it will be a little while before I go joy riding, but I am still extremely happy to have the bike, it’s going to be a good year.

The new girl at work has started; I guess her name is Katie, not Katee. I’m reluctant to transfer responsibility to her, because I honestly like my job. Even so, I am confident she will do a good job, and I am looking forward to beginning some of my new tasks. When I am uncertain on how something will turn out, I usually say it will be an adventure. This just might be the best journey yet.

Trying To Fly, In a Shrinking Cage

Good Thing I Found the Key...

When my parents stress and worry, it gets turned into fear, and then anger. I catch the brunt of it, for sure that is one thing I won’t miss about moving out. Luckily we realize we are a bunch of hot heads and get over it.

I keep telling my dad he has to let me do things on my own so I can learn to be an adult. So any time something doesn’t get done, he tells me to do it because I want to be an adult. He also then goes onto say that my doctor appointment would have gone differently if he had made it for me, and I should listen to him because he’s the parent.

I’m 22, if I can’t make a doctor appointment on my own when I have been for the last five or more years, I’m going to think my parents are doing something wrong. I’m sick of the childish arguments, coming from the “child” in this situation…that’s probably not a good thing.

I understand my parents have tons of wisdom on subjects, and I’m sure there is more that I can learn from them for years to come. But I’d be okay if stuff like this would stop.

I’m thinking is a result of everything breaking lately, and the fact I’m moving in less than a month, and I won’t see them for about six months straight. The longest I’ve gone without seeing them is about 3 months. So, I figure they worry.

I mean between me, the truck fuel line, something to do with water in the house, potentially the transmission in the car, and my mom’s shoulder/arm, I guess I’d be pretty antsy too. I really don’t think it’s going to be all that bad though. We're all pretty tough, in a couple of weeks none of this will matter.

Giving Up Harrowing Driving

I drove about three fourths of the way across the state yesterday, to visit some of my favorite people in the world. The drive was only a little harrowing, about as harrowing as the almost accident I was in while someone else was driving yesterday. We didn’t hit anything, but the car ended up on the sidewalk flanked by a fence and at tree. Between five o’clock traffic, warm earth and the cold rain it certainly made things interesting. I was trying to figure out why it was so foggy out, until I remembered Michigan is suffering from an unusually warm spring, so the rain was rapidly cooling the earth down, it was steaming! The earth is hot stuff!

As I was driving I was noticing my car was behaving oddly. So, now that I am in Kalamazoo, to visit all my friends, my car is in the shop…Whoops. I don’t mind though, I’m glad to see the few I am getting a chance to hang out with. I could physically feel myself relax as I neared Kalamazoo, just being in the same room with these people make me happy. Besides I should make the most of this visit, I don’t think I’m going to get another chance to visit them before I leave. And I can’t really see too many of them visiting me, although they claim they will.

For those of you that know me, you know at one point or another I drove a truck. I am currently driving my dad’s car to save money while commuting. We still have the truck, but we just found out yesterday, that the fuel line is leaking. Gas is not cheap, this is terrible for two reasons costing money for gas, and oh yeah, just a little dangerous. The point? 

I’m okay with not driving for like six months and my primary mode of transportation is a bicycle, so I don’t have to deal with this type of stuff for awhile. This is assuming I can purchase my bike this weekend and manage to get it home. Wish me luck!

It's Good For Me. Right?

I hurt everywhere, and I love it. When I work out like this all my stress melts away. I feel good about myself and my body…believe it or not those are two different things. The popular song “Wiggle Wiggle, Girl look at that body. I work out!” plays though my head and I’m almost not annoyed. After, tonight’s work out though there is a good chance there will not be any wiggling involved, I’ll be limping tomorrow. Thank goodness it’s not the day I take the bus and then walk.

The person that will be replacing me in my position at work is starting Monday, her name is Katee, I keep telling people we “Katies”(yeah, that’s right I spelled it my way) are just going to take over the world. “Its only a matter of time Pinky”…I mean… phss everyone only knows like an average of 3 females named Katie or some variation.

I am supposed to be packing for my trip this weekend to visit my wonderful friends, but I kind of gave up. I’m going to have to start packing for real soon. I just have to figure out what to take. I’m thinking my cookbook might be a good plan. That is assuming the grocery store on the island is well stocked.  Otherwise, I start a fudge addiction.

I need to start putting iron back into my diet, I’ve kind of been off track since I stopped buying my own groceries. I’m like this close [ ] to being anemic. I have to take care of myself, for no other reason at this point than its good for me. Right?

I'm Going To Miss Your Face

I’ve reached the point where I miss writing this blog. I miss penning my thoughts, or talking about my day like I would to an old friend. I predict that if this blog survives the summer, I will be a far more active participant, as I will be working less, and living alone.

I’ve never actually lived alone, but I’ve always considered myself a loner, or self sufficient. I take care of myself, I spend a lot of my time to myself. This is why it is so odd to realize I’ve been lucky enough to never have lived alone. I really don’t think I’m going to like it. I like eating dinner with people, and talking about random pieces of the day without having to call or text someone.

What is going on now...

A few weeks ago I tried to get myself into a weekly workout schedule, and I ran into an old friend that works at my current gym. So, I started working out regularly when she worked. Then just last week we ran into some one from high school, who is actually a marine on leave. Let me just say the work outs have kicked up a notch. It just  makes me laugh, because this is one of the last things I would have expected to happen while I’m still living in my hometown.

Its hard to picture that one month from today I will be moved onto Mackinac Island, and I tell I feel the pressure to see as much of my friends as I possibly can between now and then. I’ve spent the last six nights hanging out with five different groups of people. I am even going to visit some of my college friends this weekend and I’m sure will see quite a few more. I’m so excited for this weekend its not even funny. I can’t remember the last time I looked forward to something so much. I’m going to miss face to face time with my friends.

Pouting....Knock That Off

Every day I feel a little busier, I have about a month and a week before I move to the island. I was in a “get things done mood”, and was going to write an awesome blog. Unfortunately, this week has taken its toll, and I feel anti social. Not a good thing considering my brother, his wife, my sister, nephew and both of their dogs are visiting today.

I’m glad they are here, but I still feel like sulking. It’s really easy to do when they are all here. Conversations become competitions for attention.  After about 20 minutes of sulking I get mad at myself for being immature. I’m a grownup I should act like one.

I managed to have a few random conversations with some of my less close friends tonight and for awhile I was cheered up. I have awesome friends that already know how “special” I am. I don’t know what I would do without them. Thank you for putting up with me at my craziest!