What do you wear to a biker bar?

It seems that I think in lists these days.

Tonight, M and I are going on a date. What do you wear to a biker bar? I really wanted to leave it there...it just sounds so much more mysterious ("bad girl" kind of mysterious) than the real explanation...but you know me. Nothing mysterious about me...nothing bad girl either. I try but I'm not very good at it. Anyway...we have some friends who bought a bar back in the spring but we've never gone because we just don't do the bar scene anymore. Our lives revolve around our home, family...horses, rodeos, trail rides or school...you get the picture. We're not the party animals we used to be. So earlier in the week, I started really missing my old friends...and decided that we really needed to get together. A has a slumber party tonight and C is thrilled to watch AnnaBanana (really, she is!) so M and I are going to a birthday party at a biker bar. There's going to be a band...and beer. Oh, those party animal instincts are coming back. What does party animal at a biker bar wear?

What's the different between a Milky Way and a Three Muskateers bar? This is not a joke. I was trying to figure this out this afternoon. I think I finally decided that it's caramel but I'm not sure. I think I like Milky Ways better. Can my eating habits get any worse?

My French class makes me plumb happy. I got a "Tres Bien" on a paper I wrote...which was returned to me with very few red marks. (I thought about typing it up so yall can see it but honestly, I'm not sure how interesting it is to anyone but me...so I'll spare ya.) I made a 20/20 on my last quiz. I just get downright happy to go this class. I'm thinking about changing from English Education to French Education...but of course, I change my major almost daily. I have a little time to decide. I'm just enjoying French so much that I want to pursue it at least a little more right now. We'll see how next semester goes. Oh, and I changed my mind about the Adolescent Psychology class. I'm taking British Writers and French 102. I think I'd rather take a class every day five days a week than take an evening class. I think...anyway. It means homework EVERY night. I've got to get through at least six hours each semester...working and going to school isn't the easiest thing in the world...let me tell ya...but I love school so much.

Proof blogging is a beneficial habit: I had to check my October blog entries to remember if I was off any time in October. I thought A had been sick and I had to take a sick day...but I couldn't remember...so I checked my old entries...and sure enough, I was home with A on October 13. Time sheet completed because of my blog.

My list of great blogs is growing. I'm going to update my list soon. I'm finding all kinds of cool blogs by playing Three Day Meet-N-Greet on Michele's blog. It's a regular Friday game...if I'm not mistaken...and it's fun. I've got a list a mile long...which I am going to update as soon as I can.

Oh, and Sam is going to be fine. He did have a temp and some inflammation. But he got another shot and some pain meds...and he's getting back to normal. Maybe even better than normal...and that's a good thing because that dog has to last a long time! I don't know what I'd do without him. I'm glad I mentioned Sam....because I've got to stop at the vet on the way home....and pick up Daisy's phenobarbitol. (Memory jogger...another good reason to blog.)

Oh...man...I feel guilty...AnnaBanana just called and asked me if we were going to the movie tonight...(I may have mentioned that we MIGHT go when I saw her last weekend)...I swear that kid doesn't forget anything. She and C are going to watch a movie...and C is REALLY excited about spending some time with her. I can't take that away from C. She'd really be PO'd...and you know, C is a wonderful girl when she's not PO'd. You'd think she was my biological kid.

Can I repeat myself here? (I guess I can...being it's my blog and all.) That Altoids Cinnamon gum...is some hot-azzzzzz gum. FTS, you would love it! I swear it burns the inside of my mouth like fire every time I chew it. Why can't I stop chewing it? I think there's something fishy here. I'm thinking...they put something in that gum to make you keep coming back...something like nicotine or something.

Okay...I'm out of here. I have 10 miles and a stop at the vet before I have to figure out what to wear to a biker bar.