Oh what a weekend,

This has been one of those weekends that have run the gamut of emotions and feelings.

Friday night was boredom, oh and how. And that of course is just a recipe for me getting into trouble. Which true to form I did, without even leaving the flat. Note to self and anyone who doesn’t already know. Text messages + Boredom = TROUBLE. I’m pretty glad I was sober, trouble is far easier to navigate sober. It did however give me the chance to sort something out that I really wasn’t looking forward to doing and maybe it will work out in the end, we’ll see what time and space bring.

Saturday was a pretty awesome day. I finally got to sleep in for a change.....pity I couldn’t have spent the whole day under the covers but then again alone that isn’t always fun. I finally got my chance to get my grubby paws on something I’ve wanted for a while (twice in 1 week now that’s a turn out for the books)
Yep I spent the afternoon falling in love over and over and over. Well 4 or 5 times anyway, when I wasn’t drooling that is. I got my hands on my dream and oh my soul, not that his baby brother wasn’t close to being accosted himself and as for his other buddy well let me just say *drool* (Hey stop rolling your eyes at me, yes I mean you) Man oh man what a bike.
Ok so I worked at the 1000 bike show and I’m talking about bikes but some of you will get that and the others well think getting your hands on George Clooney and Brad Pitt at the same time (and no neither of them do it for me). ALso came to the conclusion that pink and lilac really just aren't meant to be bike colours, talk about GAY!!!!!

I spent some quality time with some friends too. Which was nice, I haven’t seen some of them in a while. Had some really bad news from someone who will be in my thoughts and prayers every day, he really didn’t need this with everything he’s going through. Learnt a few useful bits of info that shed some light on something that has happened recently too and they where enlightening to say the very least. Oh when at first we practise to deceive. Managed to fix a problem we’ve been having with something else with one conversation. Oh this inter related stuff really tickles me sometimes.
Hooked up with another buddy and managed to remember why I HATE apple sours (this futile resistance isn’t always good for me) and this all before I left for the evening.

I worked again on Sunday morning and made a new friend or 2 and renewed and old friendship or 2 as well. Got myself volunteered for something that I have a feeling will be quite a giggle. Well for me at least anyway.

Had the pleasure watching someone who is under the impression she is my club president make a real twit of herself, oh boy is she in for a surprise next week. Funny how finally walking away has me feeling I can actually make a difference.

Had coffee with old friends as well, catching up was really fun although it had a sad little twinge. She took me out into the garden to show me an orchid I had given her. This orchid of course has a history so here it is. My mom had a thing for orchids and yellow ones in particular and after her “accident” my brother and I bought her this particular yellow orchid, which when she died just had to go. I couldn’t handle having it around and well I knew if I kept it; it too would die, so I gave it to Heather. She gave it a little spot in her garden and there it’s been for just on 18 months, flowerless and barely alive or so I thought. Yes you guessed it it has 3 huge yellow flowers on it, clustered together on a single stem, almost like we were before she died. According to Heather she thought it had died as well and then a few weeks ago there they where, 3 buds. Funny it made me smile even though I was feeling just a little sad. (I’ve been missing her something chronic for weeks now) So it felt almost as if she was trying to tell us she was still here even though she’s gone. Yes I know that doesn’t make sense but who cares.

Of course when I got home the anger came out totally. I turned on the TV for the simple reason that I was alone and I wanted some noise and there larger than life was he who shall remain nameless, they had replaced perfectly bad television with something I would have given the rest of my life not to have seen. It shows just how low we’ve gone when someone like him gets more press and airtime then plane crashes and hijackings.
So yes there has been some happiness, drooling, smiles, sadness and some anger too but all in all I’d say it’s been a good weekend.