Living la vida monotonous.

Yes, it’s been awhile and instead of writing a huge post, I’ll summarize what’s been going on in the past week, in no particular order.

• After waiting in line for over an hour at the DMV and barely passing the written exam, I finally got my NC driver’s license. Not my worst picture but definitely not my best.
• Is anyone else excited about the Mel Brooks Collection – eight of his films in a DVD box set? The only problem is that it doesn’t include The Producers or Spaceballs. I guess the Schwartz isn’t with it.
• Misty and I went out in Charlotte last weekend – did a little drinking, listened to a live band, danced and shot pool. It was nice to do some bar hopping. We went out Friday with coworkers and since this Friday is Cinco de Mayo, maybe I’ll be going out three weekends in a row.
• Yesterday we went hiking at a nearby park, and ran into a local Boy Scout troop. Alex, Misty’s dog, was a big hit, but I forgot how short their attention spans are at that age. I don’t know how many merit badges they earned, but I don’t know how I would have felt if I needed first aid. They earn a badge for that, right?
• I got a haircut, and then decided I needed to color it too. It’s as close to my natural color as I could get – medium natural brown.
• Speaking of hair, even though it’s shoulder-length, I still managed to get it caught in a car door and tangled in a drain. Yup, that’s about it. I know; it's not very exciting but I'm OK with that.

An update and random observations

PLANES, TRAINS and AUTOMOBILES – My parents came down this past weekend for the holiday and my birthday. It was nice to see them; we shopped, ate and did touristy things. We took a train ride at the N.C. Transportation Museum and accidentally found Dale Earnhardt Inc. Mom took lots of pictures and Dad got to see some race cars so all was good. They also brought the rest of my stuff. Now I just have to unpack those last few boxes.

THE BUNNY BLEW OUT MY CANDLES – Speaking of birthday, it was very low key. I did the usual Sunday stuff – cleaning, and grocery shopping – but Misty did take me out for dinner. I also got a balloon and cake at work last Thursday, and various cards and gifts from family and friends. (Thank you to everyone who posted, emailed, called and thought of me. It means a lot.) Getting older isn’t such a big deal. Yeah, I know, I’m only 26. I may be young, but I already have gray hairs. And I’m really OK with that. Honest.

JUST HOW COMFORTABLE IS THAT BENCH? – I followed Misty to the fitness center here at the complex tonight and just watched her work out. I don’t do well with treadmills; it’s a balance thing. Anyway, I did have a mental workout when a guy came into the gym. Lots of obscene thoughts centering on me, him and the weight bench. I really should start working out again to my strip aerobics DVD if I want to do even half of the stuff I thought up.

SAY IT AGAIN! – I realized I find immense pleasure in hearing Misty spout such terms as “frozen milky goodness” and “titty fuck.” Don’t know why but those phrases coming from her mouth send me into a fit of giggles. By the way, I want to clarify that those phrases were not used in the context let alone same sentence.

I’ll make someone a good bitch one day.

I spent most of today doing dishes, vacuuming, washing clothes and baking cookies. Yes sirree. No one can say I can’t keep a clean house. Actually I was making up for sitting on my butt and watching movies all day Saturday. What I watched: Deep Blue Sea, 50 First Dates, Chicago and Evolution. Quite a collection. Let’s see, what else?

IT’S MORE THAN JUST THE HOROSCOPES. I bought May’s issue of Cosmopolitan because I thought Misty and I should have a copy just lying around the apartment. You know… girly stuff. The most interesting thing in it: In an article spilling the dirt on Hollywood stars, a guy said he dated a famous nameless model (at least in the article) that kissed like a fish and was horrified by sex. The scary thing? Despite that, the guy dated her for six months because she was hot.

HOW ABOUT THAT ONE-EARRED GUY? Our apartment has a fireplace and we have been debating what to put above it as the focal point of the living room. So far we’ve agreed we want something colorful. We were all ready to buy the supplies today and paint something ourselves until we realized we have no artistic talent to speak of. Unless we want hand prints or a stick figure, we’ll have to find a print. At least I can make curtains.

That’s it. That’s what my life has become. Oh wait. There was that hostile email I got from a girl who said I should feel shitty for being such a horrible friend to her and that she wanted nothing else to do with me. Guess I am because I’m sure that’s why all my other friends stick around. Because I’m so horrible. Yeah, right.