I am short and organizing and the PGR

I haven't really felt the desire to write an update in a week now.
Kelsie and Jonas have taken a trip to Sweeden and will be gone till the end of the month. While it's nice having the place to myself; I'm getting frustrated.

Everything in this apartment is set up for tall people! Kelsie has a good 6 inches on me and Jonas has even more (probably close to a foot) in height. I find myself reaching above the microwave which is above the stove for my cereal. Now about 40% of my diet comes in the form of cereal. So this constant having to get the stool out to reach my cereal...DOESN"T WORK FOR ME!

So it's currently sitting out on the counter. That doesn't particularly bother me, but I know it won't work in the long term. It appears i'm going to have to re-organize the kitchen again before Kelsie gets back. Same goes for the laundry nook. When i have trouble reaching down the heavy bottles of fabric softener....there needs to be a change. What the change is going to be...i'm not sure yet. The wheels in my head are still turning.

Something have noticed, mostly because i used to work for a personal organizer and that's one of her major lessons. Vertical space is not utilized at all in this apartment. It's frustratingly cramped. Looks like i'm making a trip to The Container Store or Storables.

But that will be saved for sunday. Today, friday, i've been invited on a PGR mission. The Patriot Guard Riders are a group of motorcycle riding people i highly admire. They escort the bodies of fallen soldiers from the airport, to the funeral, to the burial sight. Their job is to make sure no soldier is forgotten and alone when they are laid to rest. They have a secondary job to obscure the hateful shouts of vile protesters at these events. Usually they do this with american flags and a bunch of harleys reved up at full throttle with speakers blasting country songs to drown them out. I may have never served in the military, but this is a group that i can't help but admire and respect. I'm honered to be allowed to join them today.

Saturday is painting at the island. It's about time we got those ceilings painted. I hate unfinished partical board.

I return after a brief hiatus

to remind certain people (ahem influnencebad!!!hint hint) that I am still alive.

A few quick updates because I'm feeling too lazy to write about much else.

• My sister's motorcycle is sexy and responds to the touch like an attention whore cat. The cluch is just firm enough to where you do need to squeeze it, but you're not hurting your hand in the process of squeezing it a million times. I'm already comfortable on it and pulling manuvers i wasn't able to before. If i wasn't so set on a cruiser, i might try to convince her to give it to me.
  
• Re-taking the rider's course on sunday, friday and saturday will basically be spent on the bike.
  
• More ex-roommate is still technically my roommate DRAMA. I have discovered that NO one is willing to pay 200$ more just to live with me, when it's basically the same price to live alone at the same complex. She also had the gall to state that i needed to take out a loan in order to fork up 1300$ to break the lease. I told her no. Guess what...tensions are even more strained.
• I hate drama. I loved the days when i could say my life was 100% drama free. I need to work to getting them back that way again....or i could just spend ALL of my free time riding.
• 1 week till i should receive a DVD stand. That will make my life happy again. My OCD of having movies in alphabetical order will finally be abated.
• Chelan was amazing with one minor exception: 12 people in a house...makes for frustration and tenstion. 2 things i DON'T want on my vacation.
• Chelan water needs to be warmer and not so glacial.
  
• Chelan has amazing scenery at the beaches and liquore stores, and walking around town....and the water and mountains are kinda pretty too. Good grief I don't think i've ever been hit on that much.
  
• I want to beat the crap out of my friend's little brother. No matter how sick you are, it doesn't give you the right to treat other people with that level of disrespect especially not your mother. Stay the fuck away from me brat!
• When having a bad day- daydreaming about motorcycles is proving helpful. I want to ride again.
  

That's about it. Updates later.

Update

Today is the 18th. Last Friday i foolishly assumed that i would have my endorsement today. Instead i was met with a bevvy of exercises that left me exhausted both mentally and physically.
And that was just the riding.
While i passed my written exam with 100%, I unfortunately failed the driving range by a single point.
So rather than sitting and wallowing in misery over the blow to my ego; here's the facts

• I still have 30 days to pass
• I have Mark, a riding veteran and patient instructor.
• I have use of my sister's bike and a large parking lot across the street from her apartment
• I can get the measurements off the course and re-create them with chalk Then totally p0wn them!

And most importantly. I have my determination. This is truly a part of my being. Being on the bike fits for lack of a better explanation. It's not a matter of if. It's a matter of when i get my endorsement.

Doing the weaving and throttle and clutch all came naturally. It was the tight turns that caught me.

On the plus side i guess; when i get out on the real road. I'll be a better driver thanks to extra practice.