My little Ballerina and other things....

Monkey has her very first Ballet class today! That's right. Juliard, here we come! I am going to be the beaming, retarded father in the corner snapping pictures the ENTIRE time I am there. She has a little leotard, and dance shoes, and she has to have her hair pulled up (which I'm worried about). I can't do hair very well. I have managed a few times to get perfectly straight pigtails, or a pseudo-braid.... but we'll see. I think I'm gonna have to go to CVS and pick up some of those hair clip things that look like a plastic claw. I have little ones but they will not do the trick.

I will be posting pictures of her first class...

OH! This morning.
We seriously need to talk about this.

I was driving down the Durham Freeway coming to work this morning. The wind is blowing. The rain is coming down hard. I am in the left lane driving with traffic, but giving a few extra car lengths to the car in front of me so I don't make them nervous when this PRICK in a BMW gets right on my ass and starts flashing his lights. Number one rule, don't do that. You will be forced to avoid slamming into me when I hit the brakes. This pisses him off. So he jerks to the other lane and pulls up next to me (we are doing about 60 mph) and he stares, so I feel obliged to give him the finger and stare at him while I do it. This does not make him happy, so he speeds up and attempts to cut me off, but in doing so, he hydroplanes into a spin and crashes his car into the median, completely ruining the entire front and side of his car! Serves you right, asshole.

Yes, I did pull over and ask him if he was ok, if he had a cell phone, did he need me to call someone, did he need me to wait on him...

but only after calling him an idiot did I ask these things.

Internalizing.

Despite getting 8 hours of sleep for 2 nights in a row, I am still too tired. At least the bags that have camped out under my eyes have decided to pack up and leave...wake me up in a few months.
I had an interview today...a phone interview. It went extremely well. I called a plethora of contacts this morning to ask what to expect, and with that info, I started to answer the questions of what to expect. Wrote it all on one sheet of paper. Then, when asked during my interview, I could spew out the answer by reading what I had previously written. Would you believe that ALL the questions my friends told me to expect were asked during my interview? Even Noah couldn't have planned better..
It's hot outside. My a/c is broken. At least July will be over soon, which means that at least we're closer to comfortable temperatures than before. I decided to wear black to work today. Yes, it was short-sleeved....but black? with a heat index of 1 Billion? I'm a dolt. Tomorrow I wear my cargo shorts and a wife beater. Sure, I may be asked to go home and change...but that's not a bad price to pay for a short moment of comfort.
Tonight, I drink wine with my friend, Shell. She loves wine almost as much as me....maybe more. We met for a midday iced coffee extravaganza yesterday. She called me crabby. I was, but not now. I internalize alot. Today, I internalized my fear of interviews. For once, I choose to leave my personal life indecisions alone. It's nice.