Death and a Baby Shower

So Thursday I found out that my grandmother, who lives in Florida, died. And before you start with the sympathy, let me just say that I’m not upset about it, at all.

30 Day Blog Challenge – Day 9 |Something You’re Proud Of|

So today is day 9 of my 30 day challenge and I get to tell you something I’m proud of. I’m proud of the fact that I graduated from Motorcycle Mechanics Institute (MMI). Why? Because, first off, not that many people who start MMI actually graduate. It’s a really intense tech school, most guys end up attendance failing and just don’t come back. Or they fail a class or a couple of classes and just quit because it’s too hard for them.

And secondly, most girls who start don’t finish either, mainly because they can’t hack it. MMI for girls is like 50% harder than it is for guys. Because being a girl in a guys world is hard (for most girls). You get compared to guys all the time. Are you smart enough? Are you strong enough? And then there’s the fact that they will make fun of you and talk down to you. Guy humor is very different than girl humor. They think calling you a hooker or a slut is funny, when you probably think it’s insulting. You have to have an attitude, an ‘I’m not going to take your shit’ attitude and ‘I will kick your ass, if you come near me’ attitude. You can’t be weak. It’s like they smell it and will attack you (not literally, of course). The teachers will push you harder than the guys. Some will do it to make you quit, some do it to make you a better mechanic. Either way, if you make it, you are stronger than you went in. But if you can’t handle it, you will not make it. I know quite a few girls that started MMI and didn’t even get half way through it.

For me, at first, it was kind of hard. I had no idea what I was doing and thought they all did. But then I realized that we were all pretty much in the same boat. And most of the time I was smarter than them and tougher too. They called me a hooker, I called them a slut. They said they could kick my ass, I said I’d stab them with a screw driver if they came within 5 feet of me. After I proved I could keep up with them as a mechanic, I was way more sarcastic, I could joke around and not get offended and I had just as bad a mouth as them, they accepted me and started treating me like one of the guys. That’s when I knew I had done it; I earned their respect as a friend and as a mechanic. I’m proud of that because most girls can’t do it. They couldn’t keep up, they got offended and they took shit too seriously. But then again, I prefer hanging out with guys than dealing with girls.

But anyway, that’s one of the things I’m most proud of.

On a side note; today is the hubby’s birthday. We didn’t do much, but I plan of getting him a good present after we move. I would tell you, but he reads this and I don’t want to give it away.

Things I hate about Mass: Part 1...

1. The roads. There are a lot of potholes and they never seem to be able to fix them, and when they do get around to fixing it, it just comes back a few months later.


2. The drivers. No one around here knows how to fucking drive! They don’t know how to work a 4 way stop, that green means go, that the gas is on the right, or how to do the damn speed limit.

3. The weather. Mother Nature has serious PMS here.

4. The crosswalk law. Now it was a good idea in theory, however people seem to think it means you can cross ANYWHERE you please and people have to stop.

5. The people. The people here are some rude ass mother fuckers who think they are better than everyone else and will just push and shove people out of their way without even so much of an excuse me.

6. The road sings. Or should I say lack, there of? Sure, you’ll know every cross road but never know what road you’re actually on. And if there is a cross road sign, it’s blocked by trees or so far back you can’t see it.

7. The traffic. Sure there’s traffic everywhere, however, people here have to stop for EVERYTHING, at least in Florida and Chicago, there may be traffic but at least they are MOVING.

8. My graduating class. Yes, half, if not more, of my graduating class lives here. You know, most of the people that I can’t stand.

9. The Wicked Witch of the West lives here. ‘Nuff said.

10. The beaches. The beaches suck here, they aren’t pretty, they’re nasty and there’s nothing to do there.

11. Dog parks. Oh right, there aren’t any. Well there’s very few and there’s none in my area.

12. Everything shuts down at 10pm. If it’s not a bar or a club, don’t expect to miss Late Night, around here.

13. No all year round riding. Unless you’re like my dad, you won’t want to ride your motorcycle in the snow.

14. No hot girls in bikinis. Around here they actually put on a shirt to go into a store in the summer. Who knew?

15. No Ghirardelli. ‘Nuff said.

16. No good amusement parks. 6 Flags is a pathetic excuse for fun when you compare it to just what the whole state of Florida has.

17. Allergies. Mass gave me allergies, I’ve never had them, then I move back here and BAM, I’m sniffling, sneezing and have watery eyes.

18. Tolls. Yes there are tolls in Florida, but at least they know how to construct a good Fast pass/Sun pass lane. Here you still have to slow down to about 10mph.

19. Speed Limits. Speed Limits here suck. You get a somewhat populated area and you have to slow to 25/30mph. I mean come on people, If I can do 55/60mph on OBT that has more traffic/lights on a daily basis then the Natick mall during Christmas, you can too.

20. Old people drivers. Apparently if you’re above the age of 65 and live in New England, you can’t drive. This year and last year we had like 15 old people drivers either run into people or buildings and they usually drive slow as shit. Yet in Florida, we have more old people and you never hear about them driving into stuff.

This is all I have so far, but as I think of more I'll post it..