bewize

Since deciding to fill my life with WHIMSY again, I keep running into situations that I find unbelievable at first, and then funny later. :) I don't know if I'm just seeing it that way again, or if my determination to be that way again is putting me in more situations.

I'm going to guess the former, but... you never know.

So, this weekend, after leaving Snowman's party, I was trying to drive west, but the interstates were ALL shut down for repairs. I decided to exit on a road that I knew would get me around most of the traffic jam and still take me in the direction I wanted to go.

Clearly, I've not driven this part of the road before, because let me just say - SKETCHY AS HELL. But in between dodging the billion cars and people running across the street in the dark, I noticed a man standing on the side of the road.

I didn't notice him because of his clothes or because he was good looking. No. I noticed him because he was aiming a bow and arrow at traffic.

Visions of being shot by an arrow immediately filled my mind and I pondered that death, rejecting it in favor of rule 73 (Bewize can only be murdered if it's by ninjas), I realized that it was officially the most bizarre thing I'd seen in a while.

I also decided that unless it was an armor piercing arrow, or he was the Green Arrow or something, I was likely safe enough in the car, so other than double checking my door locks, I didn't worry overly much.

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Last night, after boot camp, I went out with a friend who informed me that she "wanted to find some trouble." I'm not sure she had in mind the degree of chaos that follows me around on a regular basis, because she seemed rather alarmed when the cops showed up at one point. LOL.

It's really an innocent story. I'm house sitting. I forgot to print out the email with pertinent information on it - like, say, the alarm codes. So, when I opened the door, and the alarm went off, it took me longer than the prescribed 45 seconds to deal with said situation.

I did, however, get the alarm turned off. Eventually. Then, I decided I'd better do useful things, like take care of the dogs, before the cops showed up. So, we did that and right about the time she was certain the cops weren't coming, they showed up.

THANKFULLY, they didn't show up with guns drawn or anything. But I was talking to the officer and explaining the situation, and he says, "Is this the phone number *rattles off numbers*?"

Honestly, I had NO IDEA if it was right or not, but since he was looking a little twitchy, I just said, "Sure!"

Turns out that was the right answer, and I was able to successfully convince said officer that we were not breaking and entering. Unfortunately, I got the giggles about this time and couldn't stop laughing while I was talking to him. He did not find it nearly as funny as I did, but all I could imagine was having to call S and tell him to get me out of jail for B&E.

The friend that was with me simply pointed out that in the time it took them to get there, we could have been murdered. To which, I responded that we couldn't have been, because there were no ninjas.

The whole situation became promptly surreal at that point, but it was still damned funny.

AND, we didn't get arrested! No harm, no foul. :D

The homeowner, who got a series of increasingly frantic voice mails, followed by one calm one, "The cops came. It's fine now." simply sent a text saying, "Glad it worked out."

LOL.

My life. I've missed it. *clings*

There are few words to express how glad I am that it is Friday and that this week is going to be over soon. It's definitely improved in the last day or so. S and I are talking again, happily even. The phones - well, that's still a cluster, but at least I have a plan that involves making someone else as twitchy as I am. Evil? Perhaps, but misery loves company, yes?

Nat is making tuna steak for dinner and invited me over. I'd have to be a fool to miss that, plus, you know, dinner. Mmmm. I'll probably still be at work until 6ish, but I actually stand the chance to get everything on my list done this week.

That may be the first time that's ever happened.

We'll see, because a lot of it depends on how long I'm in court this morning and I expect that to last a while. I did bring a few other files with me to work on them during the wait, but still... how boring.

Last night I met up with some friends and went out for karaoke. When I was leaving, I had to excuse myself past this guy who was standing and blocking the entire walkway. He wasn't that big, he was just that akimbo. Anyway, after I eased past him, I felt someone grab my arm and I turned to see him standing there and he says, "God damn! Are you leaving?"

I gave him a funny look and said, "That would be why I'm walking to do the door."

He said, "But I haven't bought you a drink yet!" And the whole conversation took a bizarre but amusing turn. He was really drunk, but very funny, and it took me a few minutes to extricate myself from his suddenly sticky fingers. We agreed that if we ever met up again, he could buy me a drink. LOL. Very, very random.

I slept better last night, too. I think blowing off steam helped a lot, although my eye is still twitching. Damn it. Any suggestions, other than sleep? I can't figure out what's bothering it. Is anyone else having allergies yet? My asthma isn't bothered, but that doesn't mean much... it could be pollen?

OK. I'm off to fight The Man for a while. I hope you are all having a wonderful Friday and heading into a fun and relaxing weekend of Awesome!

C and I hit the Jagermeister Tour last night and saw Hell Yeah and Buckcherry. It was tremendous fun, as always, but for us - it was a bit on the tame side. LOL.

We ate at Sidebar and started making a dent in our sobriety there, but managed to get to the concert literally with enough time to grab a beer and watch Hell Yeah. Loud, awesome, fun. The music basically felt like a living being pushing through the crowd. You could feel it in your chest and in your ears and everywhere. Being in a crowd like that, it's strangely one of the few places that it's possible to just... not care so much about stuff.

When Hell Yeah was over, C went to the restroom and left me standing by the bar (our spot). It didn't take more than a minute before this very drunk (and slightly creepy) guy appears next to me and says, "DAMN!"

I replied, "What?"

"You're hot."

And it went downhill from there, only in a funny watching a ski video crash on youtube sort of downhill. His friend "Kevin" also joined in the conversation and the next thing I know, I'm being asked, "So, do you like to have a good time?"

Now, there are so *many* places that question can lead that I couldn't help myself. "I always like a good time. What did you have in mind?"

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Drinking and watching this concert."

"Oh, well we have a hotel room..."

I confess. I really thought he was going the drug route. I was surprised to be so blatantly propositioned. I was also grateful that C picked that moment to show up again. Drunk Guy was NOT, since he literally threw his hand out between C and me and said, "Whoa!"

C blinked, smirked and said, "Really???"

At that point, Drunk Guy and C started talking and I heard bits of the conversation like, "What do you do with her?" "I can make a few suggestions." Yeah, thanks C. Encourage this one. LOL.

"Kevin" bought me a beer and then said, "We're both married. Our wives are over here. Come and meet them."

I tried to talk "Kevin" out of buying me a drink, but when he insisted I finally just took it. Who am I to turn down free beer? We extricated ourselves, did NOT go meet the wives, and basically laughed about it for the next hour, recalling stories from last year, when "Jesus" took a "laying on of the hands" approach to hitting on me and then his tatted friend finally intervening with, "Don't make me kick Jesus' ass!"

So, we get to the end of Buckcherry, the lights go on, and this girl walks by me. Now, don't get me wrong, I can appreciate the female form with the best of them, but I rarely do a double take of appreciation and I did with this girl. She saw me and came over to chat. The next thing I know, "Hey, we've got a bottle of Jack in the hotel room. Do you guys wanna come over with us?"

*headdesk* (I was clearly having a good hair day. But, IDEK...)

Her girlfriend, by the way, was equally as hot. We ended up chatting with them for quite a while so she could get her boob signed by the lead singer of Hell Yeah. Then we made our way to Sidebar, got stopped by a guy with an interest in knowing if we were affiliated with law enforcement and possibly selling us "something the powdery color of that car," and finally ordered another drink for the evening.

Then, lo and frigging behold, "Kevin" and Drunk Guy show up. They proceed to stare at us so hard that it freaked me out and we finally bailed. Of course, by this time, it's half past one and we're waiting on the last marta train (sounds like a song, yes?) to get us back to Decatur.

At this point, we compare notes and agree - kind of tame for us. LOL.

But, it was fun and I'm glad we went. Even if I did only get about 4 hours of sleep. I'm sure I'll regret that in the wee hours on the way to FL, but right now I'm just amused.

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All that said, I do think I'm going to slow down a bit in March. I need to focus on some things and I can't do it very well while living the Rock and Roll lifestyle. You've got my number though. (And so does the hot chick from last night.)

I can almost see my desk. It's practically cleared off. Nobody hold your breath or anything, but... maybe. *shifty eyes*

God, how is it possible to have so much to do??? My paralegal (part time) has been working from home, but I think I'm going to have to get her into the office at least one day a week just to help combat the paper monster. XD

I went last night, sort of on the spur of the moment, to see The Plain White Ts. It was really awesome! Parachutes opened for them, and despite the horde of screaming twenty-somethings, it was a lot of fun. We got a great spot, and had a really good time. Unfortunately, I blew a lot of WW points on beer, but that's okay. I'll just take my butt to the park and run more!

Through a series of events, I ended up spending the after show party in the penthouse of a nearby high rise. Gorgeous view, strange people, but it was pretty fun too. As soon as I sobered up enough to drive, we booked it back to Decatur, though, because it was SO DAMN LATE. LOL.

I did very nearly ended up accepting this guy's offer to use his sauna box thingie. He said you sweated off 600 calories in half an hour. I'm pretty sure it was a combination of the late hour and the beer, but I was *this* close to stripping and climbing in. Then sanity reasserted itself and I decided not to do that at 2 am. LOL. Dude is moving to Decatur, anyway, so maybe I'll get the chance to try it later.

Ug. Why isn't it the weekend yet? I've definitely crammed five days worth of stuff into the last 4. Okay. That might be technically true, but pretty close.

Back to work! No rest for the wicked! Ta!

On Christmas Day, I was playing with M and kept saying the name, "Jay-son." So I asked him, "Is that someone in your class?" and he just kept looking at me like I was stupid.

V didn't know. P didn't know.

It was a mystery.

This morning, M brings me a photo and very excitedly says, "Rach! Jay-son!" So I took the photo, thinking it was going to be a picture from his class or something...

Nope. It was a photo of Jason Hayward, the Braves rookie player. On Christmas Day, V gave M a photo album with about 3 years of photos from our forays to the game. It had photos of her being pregnant up through the play off game last year, many of which M went to.

Apparently, he was very enarmored of Jason Hayward! I am so amused right now!

The oven won't work right. It won't stay on, it won't adjust tempretures, and it won't act like an oven!

I've burned two pies and undercooked one cake. The cake is destroyed. But tasty.

LOL.

Clue is on in the background, which just makes the whole thing even funnier.

*abandons ship*

My day is shit.

The whole day is shit.

But, there was one shining moment of win at lunch.

I was talking to a friend while he ordered. The guy took his order, as my friend said, "are you problems personal or professional?"

I said, "Both."

Dude says something, and I can't remember exactly what it was, but it made me smile and I said in response, "I suppose that depends on what kind of problems you're going to give me."

He gave me banana pudding. ♥

I also totally think I'm going to go back and get his number. I'm pretty sure that was on offer, too. And he was both sweet and kind of hot and not wearing a wedding ring.

There are a few college/pro teams that should look to recruit this kid immediately!

So last night I ran from the office and then returned to work late. I changed clothes, took off my earrings and did a 2-ish mile run around downtown Decatur. It was *fantastic*.

Then, I get back to the office and realize - I'd forgotten to take off my pearls!

LOL.

It's like a modernized 50's version of what a woman should be, y/y? Real women run in pearls. (But not high heels!)

Today is the 25th day of 90 Days: No Excuses. I'm kind of surprised it's gone by so fast. I'm really surprised I've stuck with it this long. I thought for sure I was going to miss a day. S taunted me the other day about it, but little does he know that just because it's almost midnight and I've been drinking since 9, I don't quit. I just felt really, horrifically nauseous after I let Jillian Michaels kick my ass. (This was a bad idea. I won't repeat it.)

I've got a belly dance lesson tonight and I'm about 90% sure that I'm going to take the second class, just because I enjoy it that much. It makes me aware of my body in a way that I am unaccustomed to, but I sort of like that.

I'm down a few more pounds as well, though I don't think it's readily apparent looking at me. I see a difference though, so I suppose that's something. My legs and arms are much more toned and my belly is definitely smaller (not saying much...). If my ass has changed as much as it has hurt, then it's very different! Too bad it doesn't work that way.

So, I shall continue my march to December 11 and see what happens by then. With any luck, good things. Good things will happen. :)

I think I've got the blow-job knees sorted out. Now I mince. Possibly even prance. *grin*


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