Generation Beer Pong

A bunch of my co-workers were trying to plan a social outing where we could all relax and enjoy ourselves and get to know each other outside of work. I put a lot of thought into whether or not I would go.
First of all, I'm their boss, and I've learned from experience that when you're the boss it's best not to get too chummy with the employees. Second of all, I work with mostly twenty somethings, and I haven't been twenty-something for awhile now. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with my age or my ability to have a good time, I just get annoyed sometimes with people who have not had enough experience to know when to say enough. Not to say that you always get that with age.
Well, in the end I decided that I should go. They planned it for Monday night since we're closed on Monday nights and nobody would be excluded because of work. I figured a Monday night outing would be pretty mellow.
I arranged for the kid to stay with friends, and told Dave to clear his schedule, we're going out. We don't go out a lot just for the sake of going out. We go out for our rides, and occasional social obligations with friends, but just to go out to a bar...not so much anymore. We like sitting at home snuggling on the couch and watching T.V. Does that make us old? I don't think so, I just think that means we enjoy each others company and we love the time that we have when we don't have to share each other with anyone else.
Okay, I digress. As we were getting ready I told Dave not to be surprised because we would be the oldest people there. He just kind of laughed. Then he informed me that if we were supposed to be there at 8, we shouldn't show up until 8:30. That made me laugh, because my sweetie has no concept of time anyway.
We had a surprisingly good time. We played pool, talked, drank, all the usual. Then somebody mentioned Beer Pong. I've never played so I thought I'd give it a try. Dave was my partner and since he was driving I had to drink the majority of our losses. We did pretty good for being the old folks who had never played before. We won our first game and then took on the winners of the table next to us, we lost that one.
At one point one of the girls was saying how she couldn't believe that we had never played before. I told her that we didn't have Beer Pong when we were in our twenties. We played quarters and Up The River and made beer bongs. The look on her face reminded me of my kids' face when I told him that I didn't own a computer until I was twenty.
In the end I had a good time and I think it was good that I got to show my co-workers that I am more than an ogre who tells them what to do everyday.
I'm sorry if this is long and pointless.....a few mixed drinks, two rounds of Beer Pong, and only a few hours of sleep....It's not as easy as it used to be.

100 Days and Counting

Some things have really gone by the wayside here lately. I haven't done a riding post for awhile, I haven't ranted about the restaurant, crap, what have I been doing?
Well, a lot of wedding planning is what I've been doing. We don't have Internet at the house right now, so I have to do everything at the coffee shop when I have time.
The planning is going really well. Most everything is in place and I'm just really happy. I've been talking to a lot of other people who are also planning their weddings, and they all keep talking about how stressful it is. I'm not stressed. Maybe it's because this time around I'm doing things that way I want them to be done.
Of course I want everyone who is at my wedding to have a good time, but in the end it's about what Dave and I want and that's the way it's going to be. And if anything goes wrong....who cares? In 100 days I will be marrying the man of my dreams, who also thankfully is the man of my reality.
Dave keeps asking, "What are you going to have to look forward to after the wedding?"
My response, "The rest of my life with you my love!"

To The Jack Ass Who Hit My Car

I found out that you hit my car when my man went to pick my son up from school. I really wish you would have left a note, I would have liked to thank you in person for the cute red pinstripe that I now have...oh yeah and the nice dent in the door.
I'm sure considering where my car was parked that it would have been really difficult for you to figure out where I was working and come in to give me a heads up. But hey, who doesn't love a surprise right.
And I'm sure that you must not have had a pen or paper handy to leave a note on my windshield, but maybe you should consider carrying one from now on so the next time you hit a car you will be prepared.
Or maybe you just didn't know what to say, in that case here are some examples you could use next time:

"Sorry I hit your car, I'm a drunk and after I hit it I couldn't stumble out of the car to do anything"

"I was on my way to take my wife to the hospital to deliver triplets, I was afraid I didn't have enough time to make it. I intended on coming back after the delivery, but hey, I have triplets now, I'm really busy."

"I'm illegal, I have no license or insurance, in fact the car I'm driving is stolen, I hope you understand."

"I'm an inconsiderate asshole who doesn't know how to drive, or read or write. Besides, why would I care about the fact that I hit someones car who I don't even know. My car is a piece of shit anyway, you can't tell one dent from the other. Deal with it!"

Recharging the Battery

I have been extremely busy lately. Wedding planning, working, taking care of my child, taking care of my man. When I had time to ride, it was pouring down rain. When the weather was good...no time. So no surprise when I went to start my bike the other day to ride to work and the battery was dead.
I was really looking forward to that little ride to work, it would've only been a five minute ride, but hey, five minutes is more than no minutes, right?
So Dave got home that night and promptly hooked my baby up to the charger. She was getting a good charge, so thankfully I would be able to ride on Saturday. I had a day with time, and beautiful weather.
After putting 140 miles on my girl Saturday her battery is good and charged, and you know what? So is mine.

P.S. 128 days and counting.....

Restaurant Rant of the Week

I love kids, I love it when people bring their kids into my restaurant to eat. What I don't love is when people let their kids run around like it's their own personal playground.
Please, please, please, don't let your kids run around in restaurants. First of all, it is really rude to other people who are out trying to have a good time, and don't necessarily think it's cute when 'little Susie' is running into their chair and making them spill their drink in their lap.
But mostly, it's dangerous. Your children could be seriously hurt by spilt soup, hot food, or just being run over by a server on their way to a table. I would really hate to see your child with a scalded face because you couldn't keep them at the table.
If you want to go somewhere where you can eat and the kids can run....go on a picnic at a local park, or to a McDonald's that has a play yard.

Do Something Big - with Shaq

Okay, Seriously...What Next?

Sunday night we picked the kid up from his dad. He gets out of his dad's truck with a huge grin on his face and holding an empty sprite case...well, almost empty.

"Mom, I caught a new pet!"

For those of you who don't know, we already have a snake named Rex, and two mice, named Pardon and Ralph 2.0.

I look into the box, and there he is, or she, who knows. A huge toad! My first thought was how cool his/her eyes are. My second thought....he wants to keep this thing.

He then tells me that he caught him/her all by himself, he's beaming with pride. I asked him why he didn't keep him at his dad's house since that's where he caught him.

"Well, (step mom) said there is NO WAY this THING is going in her house. And dad said since we practically have a zoo already that you'd probably let me keep him."

Hmmm, thanks (ex)!

So, long story short, we have a new pet...Meet Koopa, our Western Toad. I figured since I was taking pics of him/her, I would share pics of all of our 'zoo' animals. :)