throttlebitch

As notes in my first journal entry...I usually pick up journals for about three days before I forget and move on. Looks like this is not an option this time around since so many of the groups want at least a month of entries before you are considered for membership. Totally understandable since we've all had our run-ins with net weirdos. But this will require an above average commitment from me. *sigh*

Normal day at the office. Monday meetings and such. I work at a large corp training folks how to repair equipment. It's a strange mix since all the people in my department of eight are women, but all the people I've trained to repair equipment for the last four years are men. I go from listening to people talk about their kids, cooking, and wow doesn't so-and-so's hair look great to "I put a 4" body lift on my truck this weekend". Both parties seem a little confused when I have something to offer to their conversation since I don't seem to really fit in either camp.

Only had two people try to kill me on the way home. It's always exciting commuting on a motorcycle. No matter how loud your pipes are people just don't look for bikes. At least I get to shoot them dirty looks when I pass them. They only get their front quarter panel kicked if they try to force me out of a lane.

My friend Steve is coming over for dinner (I really need to get off the computer and help the girl get ready for a visitor). Hopefully he's willing to help with the excessive amount of beer left in the fridge. My 30th b-day was a couple of weeks ago and everyone wanted the hard stuff.

Off to make the house presentable...