Soo sleeepy

Ok, so I went for lunch and ate a HUGE plate of shame, but oh boy was it ever good. First, I had a really great steak, cooked perfectly (not shameful), a Greek salad (also not terribly shameful) and then cheesecake rolled up in flower tortilla's and deep fried, accompanied by whip cream and caramel sauce. Blech, it was discusting...NOT! OH my GOD it was soo good, but now I can barely stay awake at my desk and I fear the well being of the button on my pants. They are a tad stressed at the moment.

What else is new... B still doesn't know if he wants to stay in the army and take the posting to Nova Scotia or if he wants to take a Windmill Technitians course and work on Windmills. The course is in Prince Edward Island. I've already decided that I am going to persue my photography regardless of where we go but I'd like to know where we're going to go. I really would like to know.

We're trying to sell the house and have had an enourmous amount of people come through it, but no one is making offers. They're all just sitting on it cuz it's a buyers market. FACK, I'm so tired of cleaning the flush every day. ARG!

We've been trying to have a baby but so far we've not been successful. Maybe I'm just not meant to have any more kids. I had my daughter my mistake and now I can't seem to get it right, even with all the timing and patients in the world. I can handle the disappointment of not succeeding just yet as we have a lot on our plates right now, but I swear, if one more person gives me some advice on how to "Do it" and then procedes to tell me how easy it is, I'm going to haul off my own special can of whoop ass, cuz it's NOT easy, cuz it DOESN'T just happen like it did for all the do-gooder well wishers that keep telling me I must be doing something wrong. Ahem, excuse me, but I'm pretty sure we have the deed down just fine. No amount of standing on my head, drinking green tea, praying to the Gods, doing back flips in bed with pillows propped here and there with a thermometer shoved up my ass are going to work unless my body says "Yes, I'll play your game and let you have a baby".

I'm going to get my motorcycle liscence. I'm pretty stoked. I write my permit test tomorrow and beginning of June I take the course and finish with my road test. It's going to be GREAT! One good reason to not be preggers. We have a 1972 Honda CB450 with 69 body panels sitting in the garage just waiting for me. Well it's also waiting for a new back tire but it's coming, it's on order.

The picture isn't our bike, just one I found on the internet, but soon as I'm on it, there will be photos.

OH, and my pet peeve of the day is drivers that tail-gate. Why do they do that? It's not like I'm not going to drive faster if they're driving on my ass (I'll go slower, I swear I will, just out of spite) It'll just piss me off and create a hazzard. Idiots. I can't believe how many people do it too. Even some of my friends do it, and I bite my tongue when I am a passanger in the car with them, but it pisses me off like nobodies business. Fuckwhits