Ahh Sunday evening.. just went for a swim with Cody. We've been swimming about every other day in hopes of not loosing that quest for activity as the cold months approach. The water is 88 degrees... just another benefit of living where I do... my own personal indoor swimming pool... who said non-profits didn't have their perks.

Back to work tomorrow.. I feel much more confident as I have now had time to clear my mind and prepare for the work that is ahead... or shall I say opportunity... both I suppose. Nonetheless I am looking forward to the all around balance that comes from organization in work, home, life, heart, soul... (not listed in order of importance).

Friday night. So randomly Cody and I decide to throw together a last minute sort of have people over type thing and by last minute I mean sit around and watch movies all day and then decide at 6:30 to start cleaning and finish hanging paintings so that it looks like we have lived in this house for more than six days (even though we haven't) teehee. And then we realize that hey, maybe we should tell more than three people to come over... there is a certain balance between having a few people over (and having to entertain them directly) or having 6-10 people over when you can jump from conversation to conversation with the role of cruise director rather than jester. (very fine line) Calls were made, plans were changed and at the high traffic point, there were about 10 of us... it was chill, nice. But chill and nice isn't why Fridays exist, unless you are married and have three kids( no offense to my sister, but she hasn't been alone on a date with her husband in 7 months... and she's 7 months pregnant... hmmm.) Off to the Frat house we go. Cody, and Emily and I. Emily is a super rad friend that I have had the pleasure of knowing for three years. So we entertain Cody's preference to go to the Frathouse because there are some friends that he went to school with in town, including Tanner. Tanner is so super attractive in every possible sense of the word. I have spent more time with him in the past week and I think he is great. On to the fact that we did not arrive at the bar until 12:45... whoops kind of late.. little bit drunk already... that sociable drunk where you are curious about what peoples names are and sure that you can convince people that you used to lip sync and dance professionally... (this phase usually only lasts about an hour for me) Well, what do you know- only three cocktails in one hour.. there must be another option... well what do you know??? They have opened what I like to call the banana thong dance cage and the "professionals" call the "RED LIGHT" which is rather fitting because the minute I walked in all I could think was, stop it. Tiny little thirteen year old looking things with fluorescent thongs and articificial type accessories... sick. Oh, and for the less passive consumer, not to forget you can always watch the man on man porn showing on the television. Thank god, I was scared to death what would keep my eyes from wandering when I wasn't dancing... sick. Might I add that this is the only after hours bar currently in Des Moines.... that is for people over 15. I know that straight people aren't as much fun, I am one of them. But dammit, some of us do know the joys of dancing until 4:30 am.

Saturday was lazy.. we bought the box set of the Family Guy... hilarious... probably some of the funniest television I have seen...and random. It rained and I realized that I was bored and that maybe I should do more with my free time. So I called my mom, which usually exhausts me for hours.... but this time it didn't. It actually gave me a bit of insight that that we are both adults and maybe she is sorry and maybe I should forgive her and let it be... and then we can try to build from the ground up some type of mother daughter relationship as opposed to the co-dependent circus I have been experiencing for most of my 25 years. Not bitter- I am happy with the way my life is as I feel that is the first parts weren't the way they were...then I wouldn't be where I am... then again, I might be somewhere else, real nice, and that would be okay too. So I stayed in last night and chose to read... I haven't bought a good book lately so I decided to read one of my roommates... it was a series of short stories and it gave me some seriously fucked up dreams.

Enough for today.