My nickname aint wheels :(

A-boo.
That's right folkses. You are reading the blog of a big, fat FAILURE. :)

Nope. I didn't pass my driving test. But I'm not actually that bothered about it and do you want to know why? It's because I had a test that was nearly an hour long. And the test is only supposed to last 35 MINUTES! The gear box on the stupid instructor's car went to pot ON A HILL no less and that was what I was penalised on. I think they had met their quotas for the week. There were about 8 people who had taken their test before me and they had ALL failed. You know, somehow I'm thinking that THAT is just plain ole crazy. The law of averages should not allow for that. Those of you who are regular readers (Amanda!) may know that I like my theories, logic and pattern. The damn DSA just don't follow that. But I'm not bitter and twisted up about it. I reckon that I've just crossed the biggest hurdle and that is my fear of actual driving. And you know what? I actually like it. Yes dammit I do! I really luuurve the country roads and the twisted and winding lanes. And believe it or not, I feel quite exhilerated driving in the rain. Snow and ice are a whole different ball game altogether so let's just NOT go there! But does this setback mean that Moonflower now succumbs to the darkest despair? Wilting in rejection? Withering away because of this failure?

As if! Nah, I'm just going to book me another test. And buy a short skirt and a sexy top and see if that'll work *knowing wink*.

Now here's something that I have wondered about for a very long time. Wisdom teeth. A friend of mine recently had his out and, being the inquisitve flower that I am, I questioned him. Needless to say, I got absolutely no sense out of him whatsoever because he was completely drugged up to the eyeballs on tooth drugs. Therefore, I pose these questions to the world...

1) If you have your wisdom teeth removed, does that now mean that you are stupid?
2) If you didn't have wisdom teeth in the first place, does that mean that you never really had a chance to become a nuclear physicist?
3) Therefore, do all nuclear physicists, scientists, developers, engineers still have their wisdom teeth?
4) If you only have a couple of wisdom teeth, are all the other teeth known as stupid teeth? Or is there a hierarchy? Like the grand old wisdom teeth, then you have the warrior incisors and then you have the worker molars, etc.?

No. I have not been drinking anything stronger than a rather good cup of tea nor am I on any drugs... my mind merely works in mysterious ways. And on that note I shall leave you to ponder on the mysterious ways of the molar and look forward to hearing your thoughts... :)

so! many! good! things!

Oh Lordy there is sooooo much to say and not enough time to say it! K. Let's start with the coooooooooolest ever news! I've got a NEW JOB! Woohoo! Oops there it is! It's a geek role and I love it... yes ladies and gentlemen. My name is Moonflower and I am a geek. And now I get paid for it!
I am getting paid to study and learn and... oh yeah, do this really great job!!!! Ok. Enough with the dippy punctuation already. This does have a lot of implications. FIRST of all, it means that I have managed to do some of the stuff that I said I was going to do in my to-do list (tada! - exclamations in brackets don't count).
SECONDLY it's half price at the gym down the road (yes, yes I sold my soul to a multinational corporation but I love it. So bite me). The coolest perk of all though? It's a full time job so that means that because it's a multinational, I can transfer from anywhere to anywhere IN THE WORLD. It's like working for the National Geographic but with a more geek flavor.

Sigh. I'm a lucky, lucky puppy! And I'm a happy, happy flower! I think I should change my name to Happy-go-Lucky Moonflower. :)

On a more serious note... my shins are better! I haven't run yet though and I am slowly but surely turning into a large VAT of non-Danish (slightly) salted butter. I will go, I will go (rocking in OCD motion)...

Challenger (don't groan!) training starts soon and this time I want to see if I'm good enough for a more competitive team.

And for my grande finale... ladies and gentlemen (especially those of you who drive or ride cycles) be warned. I am learning to driiiiive (sung to the tune of "learning to fly" by tom petty) but I ain't got wheels...

I have my test on Saturday and all I can say Lord help us all....

My next post will be on Saturday - naturally - when I am either going to be completely and totally ecstatic and euphoric with lots and lots of exclamations (!!!!!!!!) or in the deepest quagmire of despondency and despair.... as if! I think that I am programmed to be incapable of being miserable for too long. It's the Pollyanna syndrome. I'm sorry. I'm just one of those annoyingly chirpy people who always looks on the bright side of life, ta dum de dum de dum de dum...

Yes. I am going to stop now. Wish me luck for Saturday! ;)