the new me

First of all, I have to say that I'm disappointed. I think 3 of you commented on the pregnancy rule-out, and I'm shocked. Really? You thought that if I were pregnant, that this is the way I'd reveal it to you? In my blog? You didn't think I'd maybe have said something to you sooner? Wow. Anyway, at least for the 3 of you, you can rest assured that if that day ever comes, you'll probably find out long before I go public to the rest of the world. Especially since I think it was mostly family that even brought it up? Which was also kind of interesting. I actually thought everyone would have thought it was job-related, seeing as how I'm always complaining about work, and kind of really dislike it a lot.

ANYWAY . . . thanks for the great guesses. Lisa, you definitely get the prize for the best guess cuz I was cracking up when I read it. Sadly, none of them were right.

Nope, actually, I'm proud to say that I've recently entered the world of environmentally friendly commuting!! So basically, for some reason or another I've chosen to torture myself with public transportation. Which in the past hasn't really worked so well for me, mostly cuz I'm a huge bum magnet. I don't know what it is, but I have a big sign on my head that says. "Are you a loser? Please come talk to me." I used to ride the bus a fair amount right after I graduated from college and didn't have a car. And I'd have to say that I've been stared at, drooled on, proposed to, you name it, its happened. Once, on a slightly longer ride, I sat next to some kid who fell asleep next to me, woke up, and told me about this dream he'd had where we'd (as in he and I, to each other) gotten married. He looked slightly drugged out and had a hospital bracelet on his wrist. Awesome. I looked for the nearest exit just in case.

Another time, in Portugal, I got followed onto a train by a very loud Portuguese man. He had been talking to me on the platform while we waited (mostly actually at me since I didn't really understand what he was saying and was looking for every possible way to ditch him) and then just followed me onto the train. It was the middle of the night and most of the other passengers were asleep, at least until he came in with his loud booming voice. I was mostly worried that people would think we were together. I hadn't considered the possibility though that he'd sit right next to me, fall asleep, lean his head onto my shoulder and start snoring and drooling. Clearly, I hadn't guessed how much worse the situation could get. By the next morning, I was way beyond caring what other people on the train thought and just wondered how much longer I could deal before shooting myself.

So here I am, looking forward to some great times ahead. It's already been going wonderfully, too. I'll have to tell you guys all about it in future posts, but for now, I just didn't want to keep you in suspense any longer. What do you think? Way too much drama for nothing? :)