Bind Dates

Dude, first off I suck at this blog thing my bad. Anyway, Rachel and I had a freaking hilarious discussion about blind dates the other day and i thought it a good idea to blog about my feelings on the topic. 

First off props to all of the crazy match makers out there that make it their personal goal to set everyone up on a date with (the perfect) person. At the same time curse you, you over happy whore that meddles themselves in my business. So OK I feel adventurous and I accept this invitation to be forced into an intimate setting with a perfect stranger who is cute (homely), nice (sweet spirited) and fun (WTF, fun sucking psycho). So the adventure begins with what will always be an awkward introduction. "Hi, it looks like we are both in the same boat and are too pathetic to attract the opposite sex, forcing us into this zoo like, captured style of dating." The first thing noticed, not to be shallow but honestly this is who you pair me up with, this is really what you think of me. . . . . a 3. Wow now all i can think about is the happy whore that thinks i go well with this person. On with the date, dinner. Stuck, literally because of the sasquatch next to me at the restaurant has my chair pinned against the wall, not the girl, the dude with the elastic pants anticipating on devouring a small countries annual food export. So onto the get to know you questions HOLD UP. . . . what part about my insanely fashionable attire shouts I want to talk about the Relief Society broadcast of the night before or anything to do with quilting. Don't get me wrong, both are great things, but I lost all hope at the door introduction. Right about now I'm cursing myself for having told her we are going to a movie after dinner EF! The bill comes, reminding me of how much money I don't have and how many Cup-o-Noodles I just lost out on paying for this self inflicted torture. In a ditch effort to save my sanity (the two full priced tickets I purchased for the movie) I tell her they are expired. Then I tell her I have loads of homework to avoid a fatal amount of torture that is playing games with her roommates. Oh and the I had fun comment was the only way to keep from yelling "YOUR PSYCHO AND SOCIALLY INEPT." 

So next time you try to set me up on a date. . . . don't.

Sacrifice for the Future

Since the beginning of time, i have always wanted a motorcycle! My search to find the perfect bike was never an active search, though mostly due to the lack of money needed to purchase such a beautiful piece of machinery. This last month, after my dad's return from China, he bought the exact bike i had then been dreaming out. The jealousy was too much. The bike was too beautiful, and i had the money to finally fulfill that empty dream. Over the next month i spent hours each day looking and researching the many different bikes to fill my hearts desire. I finally found her! A  Honda Shadow Ace 750. Loaded with chrome, saddle bags, cobra pipes, K&N filter, and a sissy bar. B-E-A-UTIFUL!!!     

      While putting the money together for the purchase I began to think if this was the smartest thing to do with my money. I realized that i needed the money for my business. I needed a new computer and a new camera. The money needed for the business expenses was enough to set me back half the amount of the bike.

    The deliberations were torture and the nights were endless. . . . . The bigger man won. I put off the boy and his dream for his bike so that the man could move forward and begin his path to independent wealth and financial security. I got my Macbook and a Nikon D80.

      

Oh but the boy WILL get his bike, just not today.

Start of the Blog

I've set up this blog in a hopes to keep an electronic record of the important events in my life. Pretty much so my kids will believe all the stories I tell them about how cool I was back in the day!