Class "A"

Guess what? I just spent about $600 to get a tiny little letter "A" put onto my drivers license. WHAT? What does that mean you ask? It means...drumroll...I can drive a motorcycle. Not just any motorcycle mind you, but any size motorcycle too. I'm not sure if it's the same everywhere but there is two levels of riders here. Class 'D' which is a license for 550 cc's and below and Class 'A' which is all sizes. I took my test on a 650 cc something-or-other-bike-that-the-name-fails-me-but-was-green. It was heavy compared to the little bikes we learned on. I was terrified, shaking, a complete mess and did horrible on my test due to being so stressed out, but I passed. YEAH! I was so exited I felt like barfing.

I took a weekend course that consisted of two evenings and two full days, over a four day period and passed the course. Then, took the test with the driver examiner and passed again. What a grueling and expensive experience but I'm soo happy I did it. I'm very exited to hit the open road and really work up my confidence on two wheels. Vroom vroom !

So far, that's my latest news and all's I gots for now.

OH WAIT..I just read Flash's Blog. I love it, it's very entertaining. He had a bit about cleaning up for the public. Not those words, but something to the effect of just taking pride in yourself. I have to share this tid bit cuz I am soo guilty. SOO SOOO guilty.

Not too long ago, I was at home during the day. This is rare as I have a job with a boss that insists I show up or not get paid. Wierd eh? Anyways, so I'm home and watching "What Not to Wear" on TLC. Anyone ever watch that show? The premise being that they stalk and subsequently attack an unsuspecting innocent person that is unfortunately lacking in any sort of fashion sense, and completely lacking in self grooming skills, and then make her over with a brief training lesson, a new hair cut, new make up, and a credit card with money on it to go buy an entire new wardrobe. Well, I was watching this show one afternoon and they were secretly video taping this woman who was wearing a pair of sweat pants, ugly old slippers, a baggy shirt and had messy hair and gasp...much to my horror, I slowly looked down to realize I was wearing the exact...same...outfit...it's disgraceful.

And you know what? I tried the whole grain raspberry muffin from Tim Horton's (coffee shop and cult phenomenon in Canada for those of you from away) and was disappointed. I saw it on the shelf one day like a gleaming beacon of light calling me towards it. Once I had that first bite of dry grainy blandness, I knew I had just wasted my hard earned dollar something or other. I was tempted to throw the muffin back at the cook in the back and insist on them giving me something that was actually edible but alas, I was in the car with E (my supervisor) on the way back to work by the time I had started eating it. I didn't think E wanted to go all the way back to Tim's nor did I think he'd appreciate me tossing the muffin out the window and screaming obscenities at passers-by about how discusting the raspberry muffin from Tim's really was. Next time I'll have pie.