Excuse me miss...

In the panic that is prepping to be on the road for nearly a year, I found myself sitting at the DMV for over an hour waiting to get my driver's license renewed. First and foremost, I feel the need to comment on the lack of English being used at the DMV. I mean, damn it's a good thing I speak Spanish. Don't get me wrong, I am all about diversity, the use of other languages in the melting pot that is the United States, but come on here. If all the instructions, road signs and the like are in English, then shouldn't the instruction to follow them be in English? I don't know, just sayin...

Anyways, off track here. As I mentioned, I was sitting in the office for over an hour, just chilling and being patient, smiling at people and such without a clue that the entire time my top was completely unbuttoned. Yes, I was exposing myself right there for who knows how long. The thing that gets me is that nobody felt the desire to tell me this. Not the nice older woman sitting next to me, the lovely lady at the counter who helped me. Nobody. I mean, what is wrong with people nowadays? I feel like I am always letting people know when they have food in their teeth, toilet paper on their shoe, their fly is down, or their skirt is tucked into their undies. Either I am just overly aware or way too polite. But hey, at least I have a nice rack and a pretty bra.

Cheesy goodness

As many of you may know, I finally got myself a damn job! Of course, knowing my style it's not going to be anything normal right?! So folks, I am embarking on an 11 month tour throughout many a lovely U.S. state to slang cheese. Mmm....queso. While I originally debated back and forth as to doing a six week on/off dealio, I decided to throw caution to the wind and go for the gold so to speak. A lot of this decision came down to the fact that I didn't want to miss out on spending a good deal of time in sunny San Diego or miss seeing some crazy ass mountains in Utah and Colorado.

I couldn't be more thrilled to be living in hotels either. There's just something about mini-lotions and shower caps that make me smile. Not to mention I don't have to clean a toilet, scrub a shower or make my bed for nearly a year. Oh the joy! While I will kinda-sorta miss my friends (I may shed a tear for one or two of you) and my family (you all better keep in touch!!), I know this experience will be up there with others I have had in my life as of yet. Thankfully I am young so if it sucks I have plenty of time to make this year up. Just saying.

That's so wrong

I feel like I border on being highly inappropriate at times. I only verge on this though, so I may actually still be okay. For example, the other night I was volunteering at an emergency warming shelter for the Red Cross (we were below frigid here in P-Town for a week straight) and as I was sitting in a dark little corner watching a rather large group of homeless folks sleep, I felt the sudden urge to just scream at the top of my lungs. Did I? No people. That would be what we call inappropriate. However, the very fact that this crossed my mind as something that would be funny to do slightly concerns me. I mean, come on, it's quiet, everyone is asleep, their reaction could be hilarious as they wake up suddenly and think "what the f*ck?!" and then there I am in the corner laughing hysterically to the point of tears....or, um, maybe not.

I had another moment of this stupidity while sitting in my sexual harassment training today for the new job. For some reason all I wanted to do during the class and afterwards was say something so full-blown wrong and sexually inappropriate. I couldn't help looking around the room at everyone and wondering if I am the only weirdo who has these thoughts running through my obviously overactive mind. I guarantee I am not. I would like to think there are many other closet dorks out there.