Beautiful Fridays

I’m sitting in the office once more, just finished handing out checks and the guys are here doing the bullshit chatter with me. I’m answering a few e-mails and talking to some people online. Wow, work is hard when the weekend is near.
It’s been offered to me to go out of state for the weekend to an Ultimate Fighting Competition, “this time with a cage”. Now let me weigh this out, go out with the guys and possibly make a buck or two and then a lot of laughs or stay at home and look like another huge red neck in state? No brainier I go!
I’ve been talking also to my new chat buddy, Jess. You know, Jacks “victim” doing the “what ifs” and “I remembers” possibly because of my blog of the other day about Exs’. Odd, Amy and I had a very similar conversation not too long ago as well; it must be pressing on my mind.
However Beth did tromp in the office last Thursday with Elijah who is now walking around, more so bobbling around picking up items and handing them to you. Why do little kids feel the need to find a rock on the ground and hand it to you, to get the “Thank you” response, or just attention in general doing anything to get it?
Where ever my conversations leads me, I know in my heart of hearts I’m happy with my life as it is now. No pressures, trying my best to finish out school and have a good time on the weekends and make it back to work on Monday. If trouble follows its all Chris’s fault because he is like a jinx, he is also the master party planner who is giving me all this bad advice on what to do on the weekend.
Maybe I can drag Trace aka “Tracie” in this championship battle and get him into trouble as well. The last time he ventured out with me doing this he thought he broke his cheek bone, damn if I wasn’t on the floor buckled up in laughter. Trace is always fun to have on a trip; he comes up with many “Great plans” the mooning for money game, stacking of beer bottles on your head challenge. Ok, those sound weak but a few drinks and you would get the humor.
Wish me luck!