People in Orlando get damn stupid when it rains.

But we all knew that. They are also terrified of the curves on I4, any intersection and speed humps (except the ones outside my front door). They are not, however, afraid of stop signs, red lights and cutting people off. But, you have to love this town for one reason: I live here.

Just kidding. Having a moment. It’s done now. Thanks for playing.

Well, what a fucking wonderful weekend. Really. I’m not being sarcastic at all!
Friday was friday. Work was work. Nothing spectacular going on there. But it was nice to go over to Frankie’s house for dinner. Man, can he cook. I really like his new house - very big. And he has tortises (actually they are his roommate’s but they share the house). I have offically decided I need an out door cooking area, with a grill and some burners because the food came out awesome and I love the idea of being outside while creating culinary masterpieces. You really should have Frankie come over to cook for you. It was damn tasty. Yup yup. Nummy!
Saturday I slept in, and late. I don’t know why I always feel wierd about sleeping in but I do. With no school for the next couple weeks, you would think I would have learned how to relax. Not the case. I rush, rush, rush and really have to learn to take the time to relax. David is good for slowing me down so I can appreciate what is going on around me. I am my own worst taskmaster.
Saturday night was fabulous. Miss A and Mr N came over during the monsoon that flooded my street. We decided on Mexican for dinner. They loved the place. And I was all warm and fuzzy inside for being able to share my favorite Mexican spot with people who could appreciate it.
We thought bowling would be perfect, after a quick jaunt to the comic shop at teh mall, but they had to set up for moonlight bowling, so we opted for the Bull and Bush. I knew it would be up Mr. N’s alley (he was wearing a shirt that read “England” after all). I love the place. The conversation flowed as it does between friends. They are Mac enthusiasts so we made plans for next weekend to geek out a bit and share some music. It’s feels great knowing there are people out there who share the same level of life as you do. My kid/parent-bashing, lashing out against the typical Christian, and general loathing for all things in American Government are not looked upon as wierd or strange. There are shared feelings there. I feel safe talking to them, knowing that nothing I could possibly say could offend (okay I don’t know that for a fact, but I am pretty sure). It’s just good to see that there are folks wandering this earth who are real. They are a great couple who make me laugh, make David comfortable and seem to have the right things going. I look forward to next weekend when I can meet their fuzzy kids, and the one that walks upright too (that was some funny shit)

Today I woke up late again. Julie called and we spent 5 hours shopping for new stuff for her house. We didn’t spend nearly enough of her money (heheheh it wasn’t my money so I wasn’t worried). We got trapped at Old Time Pottery during the downpour and we were still wet when I dropped Julie off a half hour later.

Now I prepare for another week at work. Rededicating myself to my excersise practice, I feel calm and at ease. I just wish I could find some where to take a yoga class every once in a while. I miss that, I really do.
Hope you had a happy weekend.

And for the record - My sister and my mother rock.