Small Town Big City

I would like to start this post by saying that I love my small town.

But I sure miss being able to drive two minutes and going to a department store or a mall. It’s not that I’m opposed to small businesses, quite the opposite, but there’s things I want that at this point I have to order online if I want it.

I prefer instant gratification.

It’s raining here. Like crazy a lot raining. The Scoot is parked under a tarp for now but at this rate I’m going to have to winterize her because I’m not riding in the rain. I don’t like slick roads. I do not want to wipe out.

Back to my original subject though.

I miss Sephora store :( :(


I have a room-mate now. Besides Michael. I’ve moved all the instruments out of the music room and up stairs to my craft room. It’s not as though I didn’t have space up here for them. It’s a friend of Michaels and he will be with us for two months.

Through all the holidays.


Vroom Vroooooom

My scooter.

Where do I start?

I love her and I love riding her to work. I don’t love people that drive too close to me, but I love that they cannot mistake me flipping them off and giving them dirt over the shoulder looks.

I love that she’s black and that my helmet is blue. I love that I’m going to get 120 MPG and my tank holds 1.3 gallons.

I love that insurance is super cheap for it.

I wish I could listen to music, but it’s better that I don’t.

Enough about my scooter though. Back to real life.

I’m absolutely struggling to write my Maid of Honor speech. I have started and scrapped every idea I’ve had. It’s go time. I need something. I don’t think my BFF would appreciate it me winging it either. Argh!

I only work two days this week and then it’s off to California. We’re driving. So basically I will be in town long enough for the rehearsal dinner and wedding. Oh well, it is what it is. One of these days I will be able to take a real vacation.

I got new earrings! Pretty silver and mother of pearl plugs. First new “permanent” jewelry I’ve had since 2010.



Well actually it’s TUEEEESSSDDAAAAY.. but at my job it’s my “Monday” as in first day of the work week.

And it was brutal. I was super tired when I woke up but then it was slow and kind of anti-climatic at work. The day definitely drug along the last two hours.

But I haven’t smoked in almost 72 hours so that counts for something, right?

And I want a camera! I’m saving my pennies! There’s a few on my wishlist but man I wish I had one for my trip down to SC at the end of the month for my BFFs wedding.

Bites the Dust

And another one bites the dust
But why can I not conquer love?
I might have thought that we were one
Why not fight this war without weapons?
And I want it and I wanted it bad
But there were so many red flags
Now another one bites the dust
And let’s be clear, I trust no one
You did not break me
I’m still fighting for peace

So there’s that. This song. It tumbles and moves in and out of my thoughts. It sticks with me. It’s pressed it’s hooks into my subconscious and it comes up to the surface with a few lines often through out the day..

Well I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart
But your blade it might be too sharp
I’m like a rubber band until you pull too hard
But I may snap when I move close
But you won’t see me move no more
‘Cause I’ve got an elastic heart
I’ve got an elastic heart
Yeah, I’ve got an elastic heart

I do. I do have an elastic heart. That bothers me. Scares me. Makes me wonder; am I damaged? Is it normal for it to be so easy to disconnect from what I’m doing? What I’ve been committed to?

Am I unhappy? Absolutely not. I’m happy and happy to be where I’m at.

But I think about it.

Maybe too often? I don’t dwell on it. It just crosses my mind.

What if I ran?

And I will stay up through the night
Let’s be clear, I won’t close my eyes
And I know that I can survive
I walked through fire to save my life
And I want it, I want my life so bad
And I’m doing everything I can
Then another one bites the dust
It’s hard to lose a chosen one