Crossing things off.

Deed deedle dee.

So the interent is being as moody as a 13 year old. One minute fine, the next its driving you crazy. I'll have to deal.

Sad. I'm sitting here at this time on a Thursday night but the sweet sweet nectar of cyber space always pulls me in when its available.

Anywhoo. Making my way down my list of blog ideas. Chugging away on the thought train. Toot toot. Lets see here...I have wrote on my sheet.... Welding and pen separation. No, those two topics aren't intertwined in any way I just want to get two done in one go.

For some odd reason I have the urge to learn how to weld. I don't know how or why this urge came about but there is something about hot flames and melting steel that I'm all for. It isn't like I have Flashdance aspirations...mainly because I've never seen the movie but I have seen I Love the 80s and know what its about. I think it'd be oddly fun. Probably because I have never done anything like it before so why not try my handy skills with something flaming?

Right. Thought I'd share that!

Now for pen separation. I lent a kid one of my pens the other day (and that is huge for me!) and well, it wasn't right. I feel like a nervous mama or something. I kept looking over to make sure it wasn't being disrespected in anyway. (You know, being twirled in a disorderly fashion or being sucked on) As it got time to leave I became slightly nervous I wouldn't get it back. So I lingered a little, trying to show that I need my pen to move on. It ended well except it was violated with germs from coughing. Poor pen.

I really need to not be so damn weird when it comes to those. I mean really. If someone asks to borrow my pen I make a conscious effort to give them the crappiest one I have. Or if I can't I might lie and say I don't have another but here, take this pencil. Or at work I watch the perpetrator like a hawk and make sure they don't walk about with my pen. My pen. There is a difference between the pen left out for customers and the one I keep for myself. I care about the customer one primarily to protect my own.

How pathetic.

I need a boyfriend.