Stuff and things, things and stuff

Yesterday, I did not make purses.  Once again, I underestimated the fact that there is a learning curve at all...I ended up only sewing a random piece of fabric so I could get used to how to use the machine.  My mom hasn't sewed in awhile, so I guess we just weren't getting anything done last night.  That's fine.  Using the machine made me think I could really get into sewing.  Having learned several things, I know that once I know how to use it, it will be so nice.  And for once I'm not dreading the learning period.  I have to experience it to get to the knowledge of it. 

At work, I have gained several nick-names.  One, is smiley.  This from an older gentleman who works in the meat and seafood department, who very rarely smiles himself.  At one point I thought of trying to time telling dirty jokes to another coworker to see if the man had a soul.  Well, he does.  I think it's just tired.  The ladies who make sushi call me honey, and I love it.  They're so sweet.  One of the supervisor types called me the produce goddess....not sure how I feel about that one.  Though, he put goddess in there, so I guess as long as it's not 'of trash' I shall be happy.  That same person has made it his mission now, though, to recite the old jingle for the Libby's comercials.  When he calls for my help up front using the over head system that the customers can hear as well, he sings the first part of it...  I guess it's endearing.

This coming Saturday, I will be going with some coworkers to a nightclub in Denver.  I am so excited.  I was just starting to get into the swing of my own life when I became pregnant, and then everything I did became part of Logan's life.  My own fun and games came to a screeching halt before they even started.  So now, when he is almost four, I have found some people to hang with.  Never mind they are all 4-7 years younger than I.  Ugh.  Seeing it makes it worse.  I'm old compared to them.  Jesus.  I'm only 25.  What is this shit?  Anyway...I digress in my old age.  We are getting dressed up and skanked out to dance with a bunch of lesbian and gay people.  Ha.  I'm very excited.  Flirting with literally no damage done because it's just for the sake of flirting.  The following weekend, after being together for over two eyars, I will finally be going with my fiance to our FIRST PARTY TOGETHER.  Yes, we've been to some small get-together's, but nothing I would call a party.  For Halloween...our third together, we will finally be going out.  I guess we've been to a bar before.  Like twice.  I AM old.  I will be...wait for it.....a goddess.  HA.  Have my costume and I'm stoked.  And now it's late.  I allofasudden feel very tired.  Mostly in my back.  So off to bed with me.  More tomorrow.