As stated in a previous post, I am not good at spending time alone.  I spend my weekends alone, cleaning, doing laundry, watching ANTM marathons, sometimes going for solo bike rides and a little too often, feeling sorry for myself.

Exhibit A – I once had to spend a Friday afternoon by myself at work:

This is super sad.  I really, really hate being alone.  Maybe it’s because I am home alone so often, but I really do not appreciate my alone time as I should.  I don’t have kids, or many responsibilities for that matter, so I really just haven’t come to appreciate being alone.  I am sure in a few years or so, I’ll really love my me time, but for now, I want to be surrounded.  Maybe it’s a need to feel loved?  Maybe it’s because I was NEVER alone as a kid and as a result never fostered that imagination gene, but I really don’t think I am very good company.

No wonder I tagged that entry with the word “pathetic.”

I would like to express my newfound okay-ness with spending time alone.  After having an overwhelming amount of house guests two weekends in a row, I look forward to my next weekend alone.  That is not to say I will be happy to have Brad away for 10-hour workdays on Saturday and Sunday.  This is also not to say that I don’t LOVE having house guests.  I really, really do.  There is something special about people coming to Reno to see my life, our life, in our cute little home nestled just southwest of downtown.

Last weekend, for Brad’s graduation, among many of Brad’s family members in town, my dad stayed in our guest room.  On top of this, my sister was also moving out of the dorms and into a new place.  It was a busy weekend.

This weekend, my good friend Margarita stayed with us, while my mom stayed at the Atlantis.  Now, while my sister is moving out of her new place and into a different new place, she’s crashing with us.  [Leah, if you're reading this, which you're probably not, I <3 having you stay with us and please don't hurry out!]

As I said, I love having anyone (within limits) stay with us.  But that was pretty condensed, I’ve got to say.  Since I have to work on Saturday, I look forward to a Sunday of housework, laundry, solo bike rides, tv and absolutely no feeling sorry for myself.  And maybe even a little gardening if we have a finished planter box by then:

Planter box we** are building

**I use the term “we” loosely because all I’ve done is hand Brad screws or hold things steady while he saws/drills things.

So after my lonely day at work, followed by a lonely weekend, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself.  I was going to go have breakfast, but opted not to, even though I was really craving Sunday brunch from Voila!, one of my favorite places to eat downtown.  I wussed out, though, inspite of the encouragement from friends and my brother on Facebook and bailed on myself to go grocery shopping (for the first time in probably over a month).  I came home and made myself an amazing breakfast panini (this would be a good place for a photo of said panini, but I was far too hungry to waste time with pictures), watched Saved! and decided I had to get out of the house.

So I ventured out on my very first solo bike ride.  To Starbucks.  And on the way back, I even rode on Plumas for a few blocks (scary, I know).  I hung out outside at Starbucks for a while, drinking my coffee, reading and soaking up the sun.  It was great.  Really must do more of that.

Then, last night, my little sis and neighbor came over for some good BBQing, which I love.  There really is nothing better than sitting outside, eating delicious food with friends in beautiful weather.  I am so ready for summer.

Oh yeah, and my public service committee meeting for Ad2 Reno was changed from tonight to tomorrow night, so Brad and I are going to ride down to Wingfield Park and play.  It’ll be my first ride on any type of major, highly-trafficked road.  So, yay!  Yay for beautiful weather and feeling good about life!  Weird to feel this good on a Monday!  Loving it.

No one is here today.  Not gonna deny it, today happens to be a really great day to not be at work.  It’s gorgeous out!  It’s been pretty lonely in here though!

Think I am going to leave early so we can go on a really good bike ride.  Don’t wanna be inside!  On the up side, being alone makes me uber-productive.  I’m almost done with everything I wanted to do today.  However, the downside of that is I have pretty much run out of things to do!

Connie just got back with her kiddo, Ethan, so we have been all working together in my office.  At least it’s not so lonely.

Working hard

But they are leaving now for Batch Cupcakes (sad face), so it’ll be just me again soon.

Had to snap a few more pictures before they left:

Cheese!

Jealous of the 3D shades

Annnnd … I am officially alone.  Had a nice boyfriendly visit today though.  That was a nice surprise.

This is super sad.  I really, really hate being alone.  Maybe it’s because I am home alone so often, but I really do not appreciate my alone time as I should.  I don’t have kids, or many responsibilities for that matter, so I really just haven’t come to appreciate being alone.  I am sure in a few years or so, I’ll really love my me time, but for now, I want to be surrounded.  Maybe it’s a need to feel loved?  Maybe it’s because I was NEVER alone as a kid and as a result never fostered that imagination gene, but I really don’t think I am very good company.

Damn me for working so efficiently today.  Must go and find something tedious to do for the next hour or so.  First, some (several hours old) coffee to get my brain going again.

That's right, my mug says 'fabulous.'

And, since this has been such a random series of ramblings, I will leave you with a picture of my adorable niece, Emma.

Wiklers have good genes