My Life on the Capital Area Transit System

Yes indeed, Nic has been riding the bus lately. If nothing else, it's a good frame-of-mind changer. It makes you realize you're not so much; you're just like everyone else. Riding the bus answers many questions about life, culture and society... but, in turn, it spawns that many more wonderments. It also provides a plethora of neverending entertainment... or at least amusement... it is KY for those of us with a dry sense of humor.

I have begun a secret photo project - I am noodling the title presently - and I will post it in a blog when it is done, complete with commentary and stories. Don't let the suspense drive you mad. No, really - don't

Close Your Eyes

La tee dah. Long day. Not bad per se; just tiring. Carrie left for Vegas yesterday and I miss her already. She will only be there a few weeks, working for a dentist she knows from way back.

I have a job. I feel obligated to express gratitude for this job, but I can't say that I like it so much. The chick who's my boss is cool and all; she's very friendly and likes to chat when not much else is going on. But it's boring as hell, and I thought I had moved past the receptionist days. I will stay until I find something better. It only pays a small hourly anyway.

I have been tossing around the idea of becoming a public transportation consumer. Green, sure, but my reasons are not that noble. The car I am driving is neither insured nor is it even registered... if anything at all were to happen, I would be shit on toast. In more ways than one. So, I thought about just playing it safe and bussing it. It just takes about 3x as long to get to where I want to be, riding the bus. I'm weighing my options. If I do take the bus, I have to have myself out there on that little bench around 6 a.m. to get dropped off close to where I work by 7:30.

I also have an interview with Target on Tuesday. I was considering that just for a part-time gig but, provided I am hired and if it is something I like, I might just dust this other place and be a Targeteer. It only pays a little less, heh... and I wouldn't be bored. *grin*

I miss Carrie. I love her.

I only have a short time to be on my computer until the battery runs down. My power cord just decided to stop working. So until then I will charge up when I can, as I did today at my brother's house, and maybe use the computers at the library when I have the urge.

Public busses, public libraries... so common. As you might have ascertained, I'm a little down this evening, but it will get better. I'm hopeful.

Dyed Like an Easter Egg

If you lay your sparkly-white, bikini-top-and-shorts-clad-body down to read a book in the sun:

and

If you grow sleepy because the material you are reading is about accounting and, therefore, is not so captivating:

and

If you fall asleep:

and

If you stay asleep until, with a dried trail of drool on your cheek, you wake up because you have to pee from all the beer you'd been drinking:

and

If you remain in the sun still for an hour or so more after your trip to the public restroom:

THEN

you will be burned deep into your skin and feel lots of pain and remorse, as I do now.

Ouch.

My dad started calling me a lobster when I was out visiting them earlier. However, he did repeatedly express deep empathy or sympathy... those words' meanings confuse me... (insert Comment from Holly here) anyway he was really sorry to see me in such a state and seemed to wish he could help. Sweet Dad.



I went out to Central tonight to help in Avery and Abel's Easter Egg Decorating Extravaganza. I love those two boys. So sweet and so curious... much like my young cat Vladimir.







I showed the boys how to draw on a white egg with the white crayon included in the dye pack and how, when the egg was dipped in color, the drawing remained white and became visible.



Very similar: the white line across my back where my swimsuit tie protected a thin, very tiny strip of skin. I have become striped... again, much like my young cat Vladimir. Heh...







I took 3 generic Advils when I got home and re-slathered my skin with Aloe-enhanced lotion. Sitting here in this chair, I'm feeling pretty okay. It's just when I decide to get up... my skin will have to stretch and realign itself and that is the peril dangling over me.



Happy Easter to everyone. On my drive home, I thanked Jesus for what he did for me (all of us) and for his love... and prayed to feel better in the morning so that getting up and going to church would not be a grueling task.



God is good to me! He loves you, too, no matter what!



Nic