I haven't talk to my mom in over a week. That is weird for me because I normally talk to you alot. I have been so busy you see. I have finished school and graduated with my BA in Theology and I am glad that it over. Then directly after that I was throwing bachelorette parties and going to wedding rehearsals and being the maid of honor in a wedding then recovering from all the lack of sleep. In addition to all that stuff I wrote above I was working at 5am. Not only that but I was riding my bike there and back every day. So three hours of sleep a night, riding my bike 14 miles a day and doing alot of tasks is very draining for a non task oriented person.

So talking to my mom today I found out alot of information. My little brother hasn't written me back in a while. I should write him any ways. He has been in jail. In a place where they evaluate him to determine where he is to spend his sentence. We had talked and he told me that he was being on his best behavior so that he can go to the best place to spend the remainder of his time. Well I guess he has been in the infirmary because his meds weren't working anymore. The person who is evaluating him has decided that she is going to send him to a mental hospital not to prison or fire camp or where ever. I am not too sure if that means he will have to spend the next 8 1/2 years there. That would really suck for him. I really hope that is not the case. I hope that if they get his meds taken care of that he will be able to go somewhere else. Being in a mental place for so long would not be good for anyone. If he is not mental then I wonder what hanging out with them all the time being associated with them 24/7 would do to a person? I just hope that whatever happens is what is best for him.

That alone is a lot of drama. But that is only half the story. I guess on saturday night my dad was at a karaoke bar with one of his "girl friends". I say "one of" because there is another lady that he has been hanging out with who is a really nice rich lady. So he is on his way home at 1am sunday morning and he gets arrested for drunk driving. This, I believe is his his 3rd offense. I am not sure what this will mean for him. Will he have to go to jail, be put on house arrest. I think house arrest would be worse for my sister so I don't even know what would be best for him. Anyways not only is he in trouble for driving drunk but now he has a vandalism something or other on there too because my wonderful dad decided to kick out the cop cars window. This is really funny to me because if you know my dad or have even seen him I can't even imagine him being able to get his foot up to the window in the first place. My dad is about 6'2" or something and he is not skinny in any sense of the word. He has a huge belly and he is always grunting and groaning when he does anything. Sitting down, standing up, walking up the stairs, loading the dish washer. All of it. He seems to loose his breath. So I just can't imagine him kicking the window. I guess booze really does loosen you up. haha

My sister said that the cops beat him up. Good! I say. It serves him right. She said that he is at home drinking it up even more in his bed. I guess that is the place to get drunk. If you pass out you are already in bed. No worries!

So his rich girlfriend is out of town and she told my dad that he can borrow her car while she is gone. NOT a good idea! She has no idea that he has a drinking problem. It would not be good for him to drive her car. What if he crashes it, gets pulled over in it. It would not be good for her. I told my sister that she should tell that lady what happened with my dad. She deserves to know. She should know cuz what is the point of her hanging out with him if she doesn't want to be involved with someone like that. She should know all the facts.

Wow! my family is so crazy!!! I guess in every sense of the word.

I have been riding my bike to work. This is my third week. It has been really good. I feel better about myself because I am getting some exercise saving money and all that. It is a 7 mile ride to work.

I have been kinda lame. I have been going to bed around midnight and then getting up at 3:30am. That is not enough sleep. I have to clock in at work by 5 am. That is why I have to get up so early and it takes me a little under an hour to get to work. On my bike.

Last friday I was riding on the beginning of the trail and I thought I saw a man standing on the side of the path. It is kinda hard to see the trail sometimes because it is dark when I leave. It kinda scared me at first that I saw a man. It was a really weird place for a man to be standing. As I get closer I realize that it is a telephone pole. I feel better but then just as I pass the pole/man I realize that it is a man. I was so shocked! I think my face even made a scared face. Then after I had past I thought about it and I didn't know if it was a man or a pole. Three hours of sleep is defiantly not enough to function.

Yesterday I rode to work again and I was checking the path as I rode that section where I thought I saw a man/pole. There was no telephone pole. It really was a man. What was he doing there? At that time of the morning? Weird.

I was at work today and I had to pull some cans off of the racks. While I was about to pull it off one of my co-workers an older lady called me over to look at some packages in another can. It turned out to be mine but I would have to come back for it. While we were looking at it Nasty Pervert came over and talked about the package for awhile. Nasty Pervert is not the same as Short Shorts. He is a different guy. Nasty Pervert is the guy that always tries to stand really close to me and touch me and go out with him to lunch.

The other day we were working and I had to take a lot of packages out of a can so I could have what was underneath. I told Nasty Pervert that I was ready to retire and that I hate working. He told me that I could work for him. I asked doing what? And he said that he would pay me $200 a week and I wouldn't have to work that much. Maybe 4 hours a week. Hmmm... I wonder what he is talking about. No I am not that stupid. I know he wants me to be his mistress. Heck NO! Never no way. No matter how much he wants to pay me. Gross!

Anyways back to the story at hand. After we were done discussing the package in the can I walked back to the can I wanted to put on my dolly. After I walked over there Nasty Pervert said to me, "Where did you learn to walk like that?" I was confused. "Walk like what?" Then he asked my if that was just my regular walk. I said it was and that I don't really know any special ways of walking. He told me that I have a sexy walk. Sometimes it is more sexy than other times and this time it came out a little.

Weird! I never thought that I walked in any special way. I just put one foot in front of the other. I go where I need to go and that is it. Not trying to be sexy.

We had another saftey meeting today. The short shorts guy was across from me and the first think I noticed was that his fly was down. Ok ok... I know it sounds really weird. I swear I wasn't staring at his crotch!!! It just seemed to pop out at me!

First thing I thought was, "Yay! Part two for my blog!" haha I know I am weird. So I decided to take notice to see if his shorts rode up again.

Today the meeting wasn't as long and he was sitting on a regular chair instead of a cheap couch with no support. The shorts started to ride up jsut a little then I was paying attention to the meeting and a while later I decide to check to see how the progress is going and he was holding the shorts legs up even higher than before!!! I was like, "Geeze man what's the deal." I didn't say that I just thought it.

This guy is crazy. I don't even know what to think of him.

I was work the other day. We were having a safety meeting.

Before I get into I should tell you about this guy. He seems a little weird. He is older than me. By at least a decade if not more. Some of the other guys at work tell me to be careful of him. I don't know why they keep telling me this. But they do. I will be careful of him but mostly because I have no reason to associate myself with him. I am too busy at work anyways.

Ok back to the safety meeting. He is on the safety comity too. Anyways we were sitting there and for some reason his shorts seemed to keep on getting shorter and shorter. It was really weird. At first it wasn't a big deal. Just a little bit of lighter skin was showing but then it kept on going up. Then it was at his mid thigh. I was like geeze man pull your shorts down. It was starting to look uncomfortable. Then by the end of the meeting the hem of his shorts seemed to be all the way up to his crotch area! What the heck!? How is that possible? I just didn't understand.