You'll Never See Ninja Triplet

How could you NOT start a blog post with THAT?!

So I felt this strong urge a few minutes ago to jump back in, and be the blogger I know I can be!  To take care of this rapidly delapidating space that at one time, saw 11,000 visitors in one month.  I honestly don't care HOW MANY people come by, or when, but the fact of the matter is, I've slacked off.

And I don't want to, anymore.

Maybe it's my new found excitement from getting a car that's rubbing off on me to not be a comatose SCHMUCK anymore, and to actually DO something.  I've had an aversion to my blog when all of the school stuff happened, and I had to put some writing out of my ass to complete my degree, but damnit, I'm working on that, and it'll be finished soon.  In the meantime, I'm NOT going to stop doing things I enjoy!  Or rather, I'm going to get BACK to doing things I enjoy, because otherwise I honestly fear I'll just slow down so much, I won't be able to get going again.  With ANYTHING.

And I'm not about to do that, it's just that sometimes it takes me a while to figure out what direction things are going in, and sometimes, well sometimes, I just need a big, pointy kick in the ass.

I'm vowing now to start DOING stuff, no matter whatever it might be, in order to have something to talk about.  I never talk about much now, because I'm home all the time, and I honestly haven't done much of anything that'd be held as interesting by 99.999% of the population, so I keep my yap shut, which isn't natural for me.

So this past weekend we found me a car.  It's not anything fancy, or crazy expensive, or anything like that, but it makes me supremely happy at this point in time as my relationship to the automotive world.  We found a 2005 Ford Focus hatchback, with VERY FEW miles on it, green, with all the usual things people want: airbags, power steering, radio/cd player (my only real MUST HAVE besides four doors), air conditioning, power windows and locks, etc..  It picks up and goes, too, it's NOT sluggish at all, which I find really pleasing.  I've never had a four cylinder ANYTHING before, so I'm pretty excited to have something I've not experienced owning previously.  Four cylinder cars just don't seem to be done as much where I'm from; hell, come to think of it, I don't even think the father's ride on lawnmower's engine is that small.  But I digress. ;)

So my little car --she hasn't told me her name yet, and to be entirely honest, I'm not completely sure she's a "she", but time will ultimately provide the answers-- is just perfection to me, and I can't wait until I can pick it up on Friday.  At which point there will be much rejoicing, and I'll be grinning from ear to ear as I try to decide what sort of road trip will happen the following morning.

I've already decided that my first solo flight will either be to Hardwick Hall, Chatsworth, or Roche Abbey.  So many choices, now!  I'm a little leery of getting out there on my own for such a relatively long drive, though, so I'll just toodle around here and other places I know (places my driving instructor took me) until I feel like I can dump the training wheels once and for all.  I was trying to remember earlier what it was like when I went out in a car for the first time, when I got my driver's license in 1988, but for the life of me, I can't remember back that far!  All I know is, since then I've done LOTS of driving:  numerous drives up and around the northern half and central parts of Georgia, ALL OVER the entire state of South Carolina, both states in one day, SEVERAL TIMES, and for far longer than just "crossing the bridge".  I've driven in all sorts of weather, with and without heat and air conditioning, and in all sorts of personal states, like sleepy, angry, happy, depressed, etc., so if I've done all of that in the past, if I just take my time and keep a level head, I'll be more than fine on the road now.

Except I'll be on the wrong side, and often on narrow little roads. ;)

But it's not going to be bad. :)  I'm looking forward to it.

In other news, Alanis Morissette is going to be in Birmingham in June.  YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW VERY MUCH I'D LIKE TO GO SEE HER!  But she's not the E.M.'s cup of tea.  He told me one day a couple of months ago now, "I only listen to music that's at LEAST 100 years old!"  My elitist classical music fetishist, there.  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE classical music as well, and sometimes there's nothing really hits the spot for me personally as much as Mozart's Clarinet Concerto, or, oooh, oooh, or his ENTIRE Great Mass in C minor, which I can sing along with --POORLY-- from start to finish, but I can also start singing something FROM THIS YEAR in my very next breath.  But it's stuff like that that make us all the interesting souls we are, so as "funny" as it sounds, I quite enjoy his conviction in saying it.  ALL THAT SAID, I'll return to my point, which is, I realized I have no one here to go see Alanis with.  I had thought of importing a couple of friends, actually, Mari and Dorothy coming to mind, but they BOTH have such busy schedules, that I'm sure it's nothing more than a sweet little fantasy on my part.  Now, I must also include, the E.M. said that he'd gladly go with me (I think bribes of Krispy Kremes would probably be necessary) but that "I'm not going to enjoy it nearly as much as you will, I don't have ovaries."  DARGH!!  So I guess I'm not going, seeing as I'd want to sit there and get all angst-ish and teary with someone else who could relate, and seeing that Alanis isn't at least 100 years old, I'm in a bit of a pickle with taking the E.M.

But that's alright, I told him that I MIGHT not be so upset about it if my parents were here for my birthday, so hopefully we can start looking at flights, and make THAT happen, instead.  Alanis, you're cool and all, and I love you, and your music has helped me through many a SHITTY relationship, and I can SO relate, Girl, to the things you sing about, but hey, they's mah peeps.  I'm sure you understand, A.M..

So in light of this solitary existance of mine --when it comes to shows, anyway-- the E.M. today linked me to some expat groups in our local area; there's even an "American Women's Club" or something like that, so I'm going to find out more about these.  By reading the links and stuff he sent me earlier, it seems that there are FAR MORE of us around here than I realized.  There's power in numbers, maybe we could overthrow the NHS, or something?!  Of COURSE I'm not serious about that (Why oh WHY didn't I listen to my mother when I was younger, and go for a law or doctor's degree?!) but it'd be nice to find someone else that might fully relate to how I feel when I listen to Alanis, or is possibly just as confounded as I am when it comes to radiator heat, and screenless windows.

I STILL want to be a member of the W.I., though.  Who WOULDN'T want to be, after seeing Calendar Girls?!?!!!?!

So that's my life at the moment.  I feel like I'm on the OTHER side of getting used to here now, that's not really an issue anymore, at least not as much, and I've now moved on to the "regroup" stage, so I can start to establish some sort of a routine for myself which I find stimulating, and satisfying.  I'm looking forward to seeing how it all falls into place.

Say goodnight, Mozart.

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