Waiting...Waiting...Waiting

Spike woke me up this morning to as me if I wanted to go to the movies or brunch. Easy, I'll take brunch. As I rolled out of his bed--we really need to work on him sleeping in his bed so I can have my spot in my bed back--I called down stairs to MyGirl to clarify this out of the blue offer. It got even better, it was do you want Brunch and a movie, UPGRADE.

After I got ready and headed downstairs to check my mail and what not on the computer, MyGirl pulled one of my least favorite moves and called me upstairs to help with Spike. I have no issue with getting Spike ready but she had all kinds of time to handle that while I was gettin ready and she didn't, knowing full well that you were going to take over an hour getting ready and not only would I spend that time waiting. I would have to get Spike ready. I get Spike ready most days that MyGirl has work so I would love it if she did it when she doesn't have to rush off to work but not today.

So after waiting a full half an hour after taking time to get Spike ready MyGirl came downstairs in whirl talking about how we had to go as though Spike and I were the ones holding up this process.

Things really picked up when we got to brunch. I am an eater, and the brunch at Marie Callendars was ridiculous. It was a good thing we had a movie to get to because I would have sat there until I burst.

We chose Spiderwick chronichles with the thought that Spike would probably like it. We scored a hit on that one, but even better both MyGirl and I really enjoyed it.

I did notice though that I am begining to experience a familiar phenomenon now that I am writing for work. When I was a restaurant manager I had the hardest time sitting in a restaurant and just enjoying the meal. Instead of being a social member of my group, I was waltching the different cogs in the restaurant machine working, or in some cases grinding against each other. Prior to that I worked for a manufacturing company, once you are in a position to figure the cost of producing things, the price you pay for things really bothers you.

As I watched the movie I saw the different elements of the plot happening not as part of a movie but as a technique in the art of story telling. To some extent I was pleased by the fact I recognized things, if it were to get more extensive though it would take out some of the joy og watching movies.

After the movies, MyGirl and Spike went to her parents house after dropping me at home. I spent my afternoon working on differnt writing projects while watching the NASCAR race. Stupid race got rained out and then the restart wasn't on TV so I was stuck with the Oscars. I wouldn't have even bothered but it was worth it for me to watch the intermittent Jon Stewart hosting moments.

I got an offer for some freelance writing which I am excited about. It is pretty lowball on the price but I am going to do it to establish a portfolio. It seems like I will be able to write enough to make that a foundation for income while I build my blog to the level that that two combined become a reasonable income.

Tomorrow is gonna be a busy little day, meeting with my drug counselor and then over to my PO's office to check in and show her my completion of my initial drug care and my letter shwing I enrolled in after care.