RuPaul's Drag Race

If you have LOGO, try to catch RuPaul's Drag Race. I know it may not be for everyone, but really, it makes me wanna get out my sassiest clothing, pack on my fiercest makeup, do up the hair and strut.

I can't help it. I love it. Sure it makes me feel a little self conscious that some men can pull off sexy better than most women I know, but still, the show is fabulous. Not to mention, the show's full of wonderful catty behavior. Love it!

So, the new season starts on the 1st. BUT they have been playing the last season so it's all I've been watching. :)

One Fish Go- Oh Wait, Make it Two

Dang it. We've lost two fish. One of the little zebra fish and a tetra. Unfortunately only the zebra fish died within the 48 hours of purchase, so I was able to go get him replaced for Evan. Last night one of the little tetras, "disappeared." We eventually found him. So into the great porcelain expressway to animal heaven it went.

No surprise though. I expected to get one or two to bite it before the tank fully settles. Ah well. But at least Evan's getting to learn about all the stuff that goes into fishy care.

Driving and Fish

We went driving again today. We went back to my parents place again. He tried the dreaded turn into the driveway and didn't hit a damn thing. Granted he was turning bright red from not breathing and his knuckles were white but he did it perfectly. I took over driving one we got in. There are other cars in the parking lot and I didn't feel it would be wise to endanger other cars.

On our way out I reminded him to relax and breathe before he got back into the driver's seat. He did well. He even made another right hand turn at a light and went through a four way intersection perfectly. He did end up learning why they call it a blind spot when he initially pulled out into the road. Luckily, I'm now on high alert. So we do have some progress. Huzzah!

I didn't tell Aaron about yesterday's incident. I just told him that we had a nice scare, but didn't tell him about the car's booboo. He would never let poor Evan live it down and it would eventually make him nervous being in the car with Evan and therefore slow down the progress I've accomplished. Sigh.

Oh yes, after the driving lesson Evan finally got his fish. Aaron and I got him a fish tank for Christmas. We finally found a stand yesterday so we set up the tank. And for the fish today. The tank looks really cool. Plus since I've had fish tanks before I can coach him through what he needs to do to take care of them.

These are the fish he got. There's also a sucker fish in there but I can't find a photo of the one he's got.

Wishful Thinking. HA!

Well I suppose I would have been foolish to think my car could have remained unscathed through out this process. Luckily, I anticipated some scrapes, so when it happened I wasn't totally pissed.

Today Evan was on the road. He'd been on the road before but that wasn't the problem. For some reason he blanked out on one of the first things I taught him in the big open parking lots. Turns.

The first thing I taught him once he learned how to make the car move and stop were turns. I spent at least three lessons on just turning left, right, wide turns, sharp turns and even backwards. But today when I had him turn into my parents parking lot, he blanked, freaked and hit the gas when he came in wide on his turn into the lot. He ended up kissing one of the light posts in front of the building! Not the big ones, just one of the small (about three feet tall) light posts at the entrances. The cover to the very small light on the side of my car broke. It could have been worse. I yanked on the wheel to make the car turn more, otherwise it would have hit the damn front. He said he'd pay for the cover. The paint smudge can be buffed out.

The positive side is that no one saw it. My Dad (who's the superintendent of the building) was outside on the grounds but he didn't see it and the light post didn't fall over. Whew.

What hurts is that he's not the only one to have done that. Every few months my Dad has to replace one of the damn things after one of the tenants inevitably knocks one over. They aren't exactly easy to see. My Dad originally told the tenant board to make them white or a brushed silver color since they're right on the edge of a grassy area and in front of bushes. They wanted and went for green. Two weeks and about six posts later, they changed their minds and went with a brown. Not much better. Ah well. Like I said. Today's adventure could have been much worse. Luckily, I think he feels bad enough to not repeat his mistake. And he said he'd pay for the damage.

Oh yes, if you're wondering why I'm doing this; it's because Aaron would scare the hell out of him. But he needs to have a licence if he ever wants to get out of his stinky-ass job; Otherwise, when we move out, he's gonna be screwed.

Dinner, It's What's For Lunch

I feel bad for Aaron when he works. His schedule is all kinds of messed up. He leaves for work at 10:30pm and gets home at about 8:30am or so. If he has an arrest, it's anywhere from an hour later or six hours later. He once had to stay so long he just said friggit and stayed at work. He slept on one of the beds in the break room for the three hours till his shift started up.

But what makes me feel really bad for him is that when he's working he rarely gets to enjoy a meal when he's supposed to have it, or around the time when it's supposed to happen. For example, last night I made roasted chicken, potatoes and a steamed vegetable mix. On a day off he'd love this dinner or on a day when he comes home at a normal time and gets to sleep before 10am. Yesterday was not one of those days. He asked me to wake him for dinner. When I checked in on him he said, he'd get up, but couldn't really eat when he got to the table. I told him to go get some more rest, made him a cup of tea, and packed his dinner up for him so he could have it for lunch. But by the time he had a lunch break at 4am or 5am-ish, he really wasn't in the mood for it. He got a breakfast dish from a diner. Sadly the person making his egg sandwich wasn't really with it and put ketchup on it. The only time he likes ketchup is on fries. No where else. Poor guy. But yes... since he wasn't in the mood to argue, he just ate the thing and felt gross afterward.

This morning when he got home he stayed up for about an hour or so and crashed. He was snoring by 10am. I think I'll surprise him and make a breakfast dish for dinner tonight.

Feeling Jazzy as a Chicken

Ahhh. Despite the fact that today is one of the worst days I've seen in a while (rainy adn windy as heck), I'm feeling pretty good. I have a nice cup of tea. I had a nice light breakfast and the thought of doing the small mound of laundry doesn't bother me in the slightest. And yes, there is a good reason for this.

I HAVE A FINAL INTERVIEW! Yes, on the 8th I will be going in for a final interview with three people this time. Hopefully if all goes well, I will be hearing form them shortly after and I will do a spontaneous tap dance worthy of Danny Kay on crack or cry my wee eyes out. Confidentially, I'm hoping for the former.

But yes, the very thought of coming so darn close has got me feeling pretty nifty. Hell, I may even brave the weather and hit the gym. Gasp!

Dinner With The TwiMoms

Tonight was another fun experience with the TwilightMoms. Yes, I'm one of the "Moms" you may have heard of. The group of women who are obsessed with Twilight even though we're all well past our teenage years.

The group of us living in and around NYC get together about every few months to chat, have dinner, drinks and be girls for a few hours. Tonight was no exception. The restaurant chosen was, in a word, perfect. The place was called Magia e Bevi. The food was great, the music gets loud and the staff encourage loud singing, dancing and playing tambourines. I loved it and it is definitely a place to revisit. Afterwards we hit a bar right next door to the Brooks Atkinson Theatre, where they're playing rock of ages. The drinking continued but I stopped long before then. I also had to cut out early. Still, it was a nice time. I have a feeling that if I had actually been drinking, there would have been more shenanigans. The night just had that kind of feel to it.