Reality of drama and comedy

Ive been watching a lot of television lately. Ive always loved reality tv. My Mom used to make my bother and I take a break from our homework for "family time" we would all watch Survivor. The other reality tv I would watch with my family included a few seasons of American Idol, Big Brother, and Fear Factor. There is so much more "reality" tv out there now. Over half the shows out there are now "reality". And, Yes, I watch it. I kind of want to list them all just to see how ridiculous it is. Survivor, Big Brother, America's Next Top Model, Bad Girl's Club, MTV's Real World/Road Rules The Challenge, Masterchef, Hell's Kitchen, Kitchen Nightmares, The Girls Next Door, Project Runway, The Biggest Loser, The Amazing Race, Keeping Up with the Kardashians, Extreme Makeover Home edition, and Im sure there are more that Im forgetting. Now, I don't watch these every week, or even watch them full season through, but I have before. then there are the non-reality shows, the drama's and comedies. I remember sitting in the living room with my mom and seeing previews for this new series that was about to start so, we decided to watch. We wanted to have something else to look forward to every week. First episode, we were hooked. The first season my mom and I would watch every week but as the seasons progressed, we couldn't watch together. I had gone off to college but we wold still talk about it together and we also introduced it to the rest of our family. It was a good show that had five great seasons. I actually have been told multiple time that I look like one of the characters. The dramas I would watch with my family starting with the one i was just talking about were LOST, 24, Friends, ER, CSI (the original. not the crapy spin offs) and I know there are others I'm missing. But when I went to college I found some of my own favorites some of which are not on the air anymore. Sopranos, Weeds, Californication, Glee, Dexter, Always sunny In Philadelphia, 30 Rock, Dead Like Me, Entourage, Make It or Break it, and more recently.. Mad Men, The Walking Dead, Boardwalk Empire, and the Big C.

I do love my TV and love to talk about it.

I know it’s been a minute since I’ve blogged. And for that, I don’t really apologize. Deal with it. Certain things in my life haven’t gone the way I would have liked for them to, but I guess that’s just life. You win some, you lose some. One thing I’m glad I can count on to be there for me without fail is the support of my friends and my family. I am truly honored to have such amazing people in my life. And, I’d just like to thank you for being awesome because, if you weren’t then we wouldn’t be friends. 

I recently went to the beach with my very good friends Chris and Katie. It was a spontaneous trip. We were having margs and they said they were leaving the next day and asked if I wanted to come. I told them that Id have to make lots of things happen. First, I’d have to ask off work. Second, I’d have to cancel my hair appointment. And third I’d have to cancel lunch with my father and my sister. Needless to say I accomplished all those things. We went to Fort Morgan and had so much fun. It was possibly the best trip I have taken in a long time.

Two weeks later, I went to Panama City with the family. We drove down and met my mom’s brother and his four kids and my mom’s mother. My mom had rented this huge house for the week. It was fun. I hadn’t seen my cousins in a while and it was nice to be down there for the weekend. I couldn’t stay the whole week because I had to be back for work. The time I was down there, however, was very hot but very nice. I got a nice tan, if I do say so myself.

Here we go again

I joined a running group again. Last time I had the aspirations to train all the way to running in the Mercedes half marathon. Needless to say, I didn’t make it. I did however make it to running a 5k. The last time I tried, I had the summer to train and then when school started back I had a hard time making time to run. So, I never finished. This time is different. I have my dad to train with me. I just started the running group and so my dad isn’t training with me now… he’s more advanced and in shape than me… good for him, sad for me. I have had a running background however, so, I feel I’ll be back to my high school shape in no time. In high school I ran cross country and did indoor and outdoor track. I wasn’t much of a fan of running long distances. 100 meter hurdles were my event. I loved sprinting and the nervous anticipation in my gut right before the gun was fired and I would spring out of the starting blocks. I loved the feeling of going over that first hurdle and getting over it, digging my spikes into the track. I loved racing, even though I was the shortest hurdler on the team and usually in the races. During track season, I would have permanent bruises on my knees from hitting the hurdles. I miss it. But, there aren’t any opportunities for me to run hurdles these days. So, distance it is. My mom is in the group I’m in now. She just starts over with them every time they do it. She has no desire to continue on to longer races. So she just keeps training for 5ks. Once we run our first 5k then my dad will pick up and train with me for the Vulcan 10k. and then on the to Mercedes. My dad has done these races and well, to tell you the truth, I’m quite intimidated. He has run the Vulcan, the statue to statue (13k), and the Mercedes. I hope I can keep up.

Wish me luck

Oh my goodness! It’s close to the middle of April and I haven’t blogged this month! For shame… Well, what to blog, what to blog?

It’s spring time. That means pollen is in the air, on our cars, in our eyes, and you know it’s gotten into other places. Yep. Pollen. For the past week, that’s all I’ve seen on facebook, clever comments and statuses about how the pollen is killing allergies, making blue cars green, making a yellow cloud over Birmingham… WE KNOW! Ye who post updates like that, you are very original and I commend you for your originality. Sigh. Well, today it’s raining. That means the world, and by world I mean Birmingham, washes its hands of pollen. You know how I know? Facebook told me. Even greater sigh. Well, they say, if you cant beat ‘em join ‘em. So my pollen status was my favorite out of them all. It read “- something clever about pollen, blah blah blah.” It was a winner.


I don’t really have any profound thoughts right now. Not that I ever do. It’s just that I haven’t had anything monumental or exciting to post. Not that that has ever stopped me from posting my day to day activities. If you still read my blog and have stuck with me… you must… I don’t know. I think my blog is quite boring. Just a place I go to ramble and ramble. Every now and then something exciting will happen. I’ll write about it. Then, read it back to my self and realize I’m a terrible story teller and who really cares that I stapled my thumb at work today? But, I continue to post. Because, you know, what? I like to go back and read how ridiculous I am. It makes me smile.

So there.

To be stuck in an office on a beautiful day like today BLOWS! Nice weather hits me like a mac truck. I was born in Florida, and in the heart of summer. I’m meant to be outside. The happiest job I’ve ever had was when I was working as a lifeguard at a private pool in Brookhighland. I got to work at 9, pool opened at 10, I worked 30 min shifts on the stand, 30 min at front gate, and 30 min off. I got a nice tan, read tons of books, and got to wear a swimsuit to work. Best. Job. Ever.

Its days like today I miss it so much. To spend all day every day in the sun is the dream.

This Friday I will be driving down to Orlando with Jeremy. His dad lives there. Then Saturday, we’ll drive to Miami for the festival Calle Ocho. I am looking forward to the good food, tasty drinks, and warm sun. I just hope I don’t blind people with my pale skin. Then, either Sunday or Monday, we’ll drive back to Orlando and just hang out. Then BIG St. Patty’s day celebration! Good God, I love being Irish. Green beer and Car bombs! I can’t wait!

I don’t think that this week could go by fast enough… sigh.

Mom update: we had lunch today. I could feel the tension but we are on the right track to becoming friends again.

Happy International Women’s day, Commonwealth Day, Adelaide Cup day, Eight Hours day, and Taranaki Anniversary!

my sign

It scares me how accurate this is

There's one thing the Leo woman probably owns that you won't like. A scrapbook of pictures and mementos from all her old boyfriends. It's no use trying to get her to burn it, because the lioness is sentimental.
She's not a wallflower. She's a sunflower. Chances are she's ridiculously popular, and you'll have plenty of competition if you want her to descend to using your name for the rest of her life. You will be a few leaps ahead if your name is St. Hoyme or Mountbatten, Cabot or Lodge. Anything that sounds royal or noble or important. I honestly can't imagine a Leo woman marrying anybody with the name Carbunkle or Smith. It's possible. Anything is possible. But she'll probably change Smith to Smythe.
Most likely, she'll be the social leader of her group, lording it over lesser women like a queen, but with such disarming warmth and such a beautiful smile, no one really minds. Perhaps the other girls sense she was born to rule and dictate styles, customs and manners. Anyway, it wouldn't do much good to try to usurp her authority.
Nature seems to have shown some prejudice when she fashioned the lioness with enough vivacity, cleverness, grace, beauty, and just plain sex appeal for at least three women, with some left over. If you're the victim of an inferiority complex, you'd better set your sights on a bird with less brilliant feathers. Don't expect to tame her into a docile little maid who hangs on your every word. The man who expects a Leo girl to worship at his feet is living in a fool's paradise. Consider yourself lucky if she meets you halfway, respects you, is willing to be your partner and allows you to possess her emotionally. By the very act of permitting you to love her, she's practically knighted you, for heaven's sake. Seriously, you could do-a lot worse. A lioness is a lot of woman. She's rather a luxury item, not available in the bargain basement.
It pays to remember that the Leo female can act up a storm, and pretend to be as sweet and harmless as a bowl of jelly beans. She may have a voice like a whisper, gentle, courteous manners and big, soft eyes that sparkle delightfully when she bats her lashes. A Leo female can appear to be as smooth and calm as a cool and placid lake. On guard. That's just a role she assumed because it got good reviews. Remove her as the star of your love production, cast her in the part of the understudy or second lead, and you'll soon find out just how shy and submissive she isn't. Of course, most of the Leo women to whom you pay homage will openly make it clear that they're too proud and dignified to take any nonsense. I'd just hate to see you stumble in case you get involved with the other kind of lioness, who hides her claws, but sharpens them every day just the same.
The first step when you're courting this girl is to go prepared with gifts. It doesn't make much difference what they a-e, so long as they're expensive, in excellent taste, and you're dressed properly when you offer them. Then you should practice different ways of complimenting her. Please be original and creative. Phrases like "You send me, Baby," and "You're really cool, sweetheart," will get you thrown right out of the palace, back with the peasants, Vulgarity and slang both leave her ice cold. Remember, you're wooing royalty. She can't exist without flattering appreciation, but keep in mind that she admires your masculinity, and she has no desire to turn you into a henpecked weakling. A Leo woman couldn't love you if you weren't strong. It's just that she won't permit you to insult her with a condescending attitude. In her mind, she is definitely not the weaker sex.
Lots of Leo girls are athletic and enjoy sports, but you'd be smarter to take your lioness to the theater than to the ball park. The stage and footlights will never fail to magnetize and transfigure her. (Better buy orchestra seats. Forget the balcony.) Choose a play in which the heroine behaves the way you want her to behave that night, and your chances are better than average that she'll act the part unconsciously and never miss an inflection. After the festivities are over, don't take her to a hamburger stand and expect her to sit at the counter munching french fries because she's so much in love with you. You're better off to take her out less often to more glamorous places. She's not necessarily a gold digger; in fact, she's usually generous -she won't object to frequent Dutch dates and she'll probably shower you with almost as many gifts as you give her. But she's just plain uncomfortable in shabby surroundings. The poorest Leo woman in the world will manage to accumulate enough pennies to buy draperies for the windows, rings for her fingers and bells for her toes. Now and then she may go slumming, out of curiosity, but only as a spectator, aloof from the crowd. Poverty depresses her and makes her physically ill. If you dress like a slob and offer her a shack, you haven't got a chance.
There's a story about a noble Frenchwoman who turned to her lover in the gardens of Versailles and asked, "Darling, do the common people know this exquisite emotion of love?" When she was assured that they did, she cried out in injured surprise, "It's entirely too good for them!" She was probably a Leo.
Don't blame the lioness for her occasional arrogance and vanity. It's her nature to feel herself above the common masses. People seldom resent it, because the Leo woman who's warmly loved and respected can be the kindest and most generous of females, with a womanly compassion for children and for the helpless and the forsaken. You can't really expect her to step down from a throne that's her birthright. If she's a typical Sun child, she's so gracious and dazzling that most people gladly give her credit for being out of the ordinary. Truthfully, she is. She's intelligent, witty, strong, and capable, yet deliciously feminine at the same time. No one in his right mind could call that common.
A little flattery will get you everywhere with your Leo lady. You've already found out it's her secret weakness. And here's another secret, if you plan to marry her:
Eventually, she'll tire of her gilded cage and want to roam the jungle to see what's doing with all the other cats out there. Confinement inside four walls and under one roof can soon rob her of her sparkle. Let her have her career. Shell wither on the vine if she's forced to be just a haus-frau, unless you have enough money to allow her to be a constant hostess and an extravagant home decorator.
The Leo girl usually makes a jewel of a wife. You'll seldom see her dressed frumpily in a tatty bathrobe, wearing curlers and wrinkle cream. Not that she skips the beauty treatments. The typical lioness will spend hours in front of the mirror and a fortune on cosmetics, but she wants you to see the results, not the strategy. There may be times when you feel you're supporting her hairdresser's entire family. Many a husband of a Leo woman finds himself pleading, "Honey, do you have to spend so much money at the beauty parlor?" But few lionesses like to do their own hair. A shampoo and set makes them feel pampered, and feeling pampered does something for every Leo.
Unless she has a Cancer, Virgo or Capricorn ascendant, you may have to watch her with charge accounts. Leos easily slip overboard when it comes to spending for fine feathers, furnishings for the home or gifts for friends. Her wardrobe can be quite extensive. She can look luscious in evening gowns, dripping with sequins and rhinestones, or low-cut, dressy outfits. But she'll probably prefer casual clothes and sportswear, if she's a typical Leo girl. She likes tailored cuts and rich materials, but not necessarily frills and ruffles. Soft cashmeres, good Italian knits and imported English tweeds are her favorites. Her taste is usually excellent, if a bit expensive. An occasional Leo woman will overdo and bury her sense of style in gaudy, shocking clothes, but she's an exception to the general rule of the traditional leonine exquisite flair for fashion.
You'll find her a superb hostess when you bring the boss home for dinner. He'll think you're a genius to have won her. She'll probably make a hit with his wife, too, because the lioness is popular with both men and women, and each sex gets treated to her friendly smile and her outgoing personality equally. Anyone who happens to be standing in her bright sunlight feels the warmth. Leos seldom cast a shadow.
As a mother, shell pour love on her children generously and lavish affection on them. It won't be easy for her to see their faults, but when she does, she'll be strict. Since she can't stand being taken for granted, if the children don't respect her she can pout in regal silence. Many Leo mothers have a peculiar way of spoiling the child without sparing the rod, quite a contradiction when you think about it. She may romp and play with her cubs, have long, chummy talks with them, but she'll also teach them to snap to attention like soldiers, polish their manners, and be obedient to their elders. At the same time, there's a danger of providing a shade too much spending money, and giving in to requests for luxuries. In a way, you might say she treats her offspring like petted members of a royal family, deeply loved, but expected to mind their p's and q's, especially in public. She'll be fiercely proud of their accomplishments, and heaven help the outsider who attempts to hurt them or judge them unfairly. With all this, she won't smother the youngsters. She's too independent to hover over them every second. She'll lead her own life, keeping a watchful eye out for her cubs, from a distance. Many Leo women are working mothers, but their youngsters seldom starve for attention. The career-minded Leos usually manage to balance motherhood and a job with perfect aplomb.
There are times when she'll lose her dignity and poise and become a rollicking, playful lioness, with a flair for pure slapstick. She can roar with laughter like a healthy animal, but when the moment is gone, the satin voice and regal bearing return. No one can squelch a fresh remark or a rude question with as much cold contempt as a Leo female. She doesn't appreciate familiarity from strangers. Although she'll clown around and be surprisingly casual with intimates, outsiders are expected to keep their place.
In the area of faithfulness, the Leo woman may remind you of the old toast, "Here's to me and here to you, and here's to love and laughter-I'll be true as long as you- not a single minute after." Enough said.
Don't be jealous of her knack for being the center of attention in a roomful of admiring males. Heads always turn when the lioness smoothly glides by. She feels it's only natural for men to pay court to her. She may encourage masculine compliments and indulge in light, innocent flirtations, because her deep need for applause and adulation covers a strange fear that she's not feminine enough and she must constantly reassure herself that she's desirable. It doesn't mean she's not still in love with you, just because she smiles at your best friend and tells him she adores his new sports jacket. But don't try telling her best friend you like her new shirt. That's a whole different ball game. What's sauce for the gander is not sauce for the goose, to reverse the old nursery rhyme. If she hears you call your secretary anything much more intimate than "Miss What's-her-name," your purring kitten may scratch.
Of course, it's not fair. But if you want to be the proud possessor of all those gorgeous brilliantly-colored feathers, you have to make a few concessions. After all, owning a peacock is hardly the same thing as owning a cuckoo bird or a cooing pigeon. Humor her vanity. She'll probably be important in her own right, because few Leo women can resist competing with men for prestige, if not income. Your lioness could be anything from an actress to a surgeon.
One of my best friends and favorite Leos is a well-known New York psychiatrist. Granted, it's a career which permits her to lecture and advise (Leo's favorite pastime), but she gives her counsel with such a warm smile, sparkling eyes and deep compassion, her patients feel better just being in the same room with her. Her husband pays her all the respect and adoration she demands as her royal right, but he has a profession of his own to match hers. He's a gifted writer and poet, talents which always impress the sentimental Leo. They share equal billing in front of the footlights, yet he's the man and the boss behind the scenes. A perfect success formula for taming the lioness.
And that's the key to a smooth relationship with your Leo girl. Don't let her smother you-but don't try to top her. Just paste a big, bright star on her dressing room door, and puff up your ego. You're quite a guy, you know-to have won the hand of the proud lioness. Tell me, how did you manage to do it?

It sucks when your mother doesn’t like you.

So, for almost a month now my mother has not liked me. She tells me she loves me, then I say, “but you don’t like me” then she says, “well… true”.

It all happened on a Wednesday. I had been driving her to her appointments at Kirklin Clinic. That’s no big deal, we work together downtown and I just drive her car drop her off then drive back to work. Total time away from work = not even ten min. But, this one particular day she needed someone to drive her to Crown Royal in Vestavia so she can pick up her car. Now, I teach about two seconds away from Crown and on Wednesdays I teach at 5:30. My mother called asking for a ride. I told her I’m leaving at 5 to go teach you can get a ride with me when I go. She then tells me that she has a class at 5:30, so, that won’t work. Then, she asks if I can just take her now. I say It doesn’t make sense for me to drive 20 min there and 20 min back then just have to leave again, getting stuck in traffic. She then tells me that I’m not doing anything right now and I have the time. All the while I’m thinking, yes, I’m not busy now but I’m still at my job. Yes, you are my mother and we work together and it’s convenient for you, but it’s not for me. She finally gets mad and tells me she will ask my father to come pick her up. She’s mad. End Wednesday.

Thursday I get an email titled inconvenience. In the email she tells me… “Yes, I am angry that you are not willing to help me out with my car situation today. I called dad and he was in the middle of getting his own car serviced and could not come and get me. I called the shop and after waiting on hold for 10 minutes then getting transferred 3 times, they are sending a car to get me. This situation has left me frustrated and unhappy. In order to keep free of these frustrated feelings I will try to avoid asking for your assistance in the future.”

In the email, she was very formal. So, I sent a formal reply… “I am sorry that you were inconvenienced today. Right after I got off the phone with you the helpdesk called and I had to deal with them. I just hope you realize that you can ask for assistance in the future you just may not always get the answer you would like. This is true of anyone you would ask. I’m sure there will be times when I am turned down in asking assistance of you. However, if you choose not to ask assistance I will respect your decision. And, I too will not ask anything of you. It just seems fair. I understand your frustration and again I am sorry. “

This reply seemed to upset her even more. She also showed it to my father and my brother. They have also voiced their disappointment in me. My little sister, whom I know will love me no matter what, told me that my mother thinks I had help from my boss in writing the reply. Now, that offends me. Am I not allowed to sound smart?

Two weeks later, after she hadn’t replied to my apologies, I went to her and asked if she was still mad. She gave me very short answers and, finally told me that she has to work on keeping work and home separate. So now, she only speaks to me if it’s related to work. She doesn’t act like I’m her daughter; we don’t go to lunch anymore, and I can tell she is still mad.

I’ve told her when she’s ready to like me again that I’m here. It’s getting old. But she can hold a grudge like no one I’ve ever seen. I’m just glad I don’t live at home with them. I couldn’t bear having to come home to a hostile environment.

I’ve told her I’m sorry that I’m sorry I inconvenienced her, I’ve told her I’m sorry I hurt her feelings with the email, and I’ve given a general apology to cover anything I missed in translation. Am I forgiven? No. But she has accepted my apology. Do I miss her? Yes. But she won’t come around anytime soon.

sometimes it's hard

“Imagine the worst things you think about yourself. Now, how would you feel if the one person that you trusted the most in the world not only thinks them too, but actually uses them as reasons not to be with you.”

This is something I don’t really like to talk about, but I’m having an urge to. Sometimes it’s nice to express to no one in particular what you’re feeling.

I realize that I’m not the most fit person, or the most pretty, and I rarely take time to make myself look nice, and I know what physical things about myself I don’t like. In every past relationship I’ve had, the guy tells me how pretty I am and how lucky they are to be with me. True, it made me feel good, but I never really saw what they saw. I have never thought of my self as one of the “pretty girls.” It’s still hard for me to take those kinds of compliments. I’m not sure why that is.

People tell me that I’m stupid for feeling that I’m not good enough. I do sometimes wish I were one of those girls who felt comfortable in make-up and dresses and trendy clothes. But, that’s not me. I like wearing t-shirts and jeans and I like it when my hair is messy. I think that’s the best part of being me. Isn’t that what makes me an individual? Isn’t that what makes me me?

Its just hard when you like someone and enjoy the company of someone and they point out to you all the things you know are true. It is really hard to have the one person you love most to point out your flaws.

It was just on my mind.

Hello all!
I hope everyone is having a fantastic February. I can’t believe how fast January flew by. The weeks seem to be moving moderately fast but the days go by slow. ANYWAY.

Not too much has happened in the last few weeks. But, a few things have happened so I shall discuss them.

Work- I am gaining more and more responsibilities at work. It fills up my day more which is good. I was getting tired of twiddling my thumbs. Every Monday and Tuesday I start the morning off with Clinics. Those are always hard to get up for because from now until the end of March I have to be at work on Monday at 6:30. That’s just so early. I do however like how fast Mondays and Tuesdays go by. I killed one of the plants in my office. I’m trying to revive it but it’s not looking good. I think those are all the current events in regards to work.

Teaching- I am acquiring more students. That is good because it pays part of the bills. I am also being faced with the challenge of teaching someone who has absolutely no idea how to sing. She is really sweet and knows she can’t sing but is eager to try. On a side teaching note… The studio that I teach at is having a teacher performance night on February 27. We had our first rehearsal last night. Let me just say… WOW! The way it is going to work is, we all will do a solo piece and then, as of now, we are doing three group songs. EPIC songs. I’m so excited!

Other- I got an iPhone. I love it.

Things to look forward to this month- I’m going to see Umphrey’s McGee next Tuesday. My dad is running the Mercedes Half Marathon. The teacher performance night.

Another day another dollar

After a very relaxing weekend it’s back to the ole grind. I know it Thursday and almost time for another week end but I really haven’t had time to blog until now. I had a great weekend. Friday I got off work two hours early with pay. I am sad to say that right after I left my supervisor texted me to tell me she had gotten me a red velvet cupcake. I have the best co-workers. Because I had the entire afternoon off I went to East Lake to visit with Jeremy. We washed our cars. My car had bird poop all over it so it was nice for it to finally be clean. The rest of my weekend was nice and slow. Saturday I did go see 101 Dalmatians. By far the WORST musical I have ever seen. The story wasn’t the one I’m used to. Yeah, I get that it was based off the book and not the Disney move but come on! The songs were stupid, the theatre was loud and distracting, and out of the whole row of kids sitting in front of us, I got the seat behind the tallest man in the world. Well, maybe not the tallest man in the world but he was pretty freaking tall. The people playing people were on stilts and some of the actors couldn’t walk very well in them and they just looked like they would fall over at any moment. The only plus to the show was when the real Dalmatians ran across the stage and at the end when they did a bunch of tricks. It was really neat because they were all rescue dogs. After the show we went to Botega café. That was the part of the evening I was looking forward to. It ended up being a really nice night.

I was off Monday. That was really nice. Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty busy days. I didn’t even have time to get in a chapter in my book. The one I’m reading, not the one I’m writing. I don’t think I’ll ever write a book. ANYWAY, I actually had work to do. Tuesday I got a call from a participant’s daughter looking for the girl whose job I took over. I told her that she doesn’t work here any more and the daughter proceeded to tell me that her mother, the participant had died the day before. Now, I had practiced this type of call, I even sat in the week before on this type of call. But those were thing that you could prepare for and have time to wrap your thoughts around. This was a “catch you off guard” type call. I tried my best to gather all the info I could and I was difficult to hear the sadness in the voice of the daughter. Notifications of Deaths are not that common in this study and we had two in two weeks. After the first one my boss told me that I wouldn’t have to worry about it for a while. Not true. I think given the circumstances I handled myself fairly well.

This warm weather is making me realize that spring is approaching fast and if I want to be swimsuit ready then I need to get my butt moving and shed these winter pounds. My original thought was to do Tae Bo in the morning and Yoga before bed. But after the first two mornings of hitting the snooze button I realized that that wasn’t going to happen so now I’m going to do yoga in the morning and Tae Bo at night and then light yoga before bed. I think yoga in the morning is a great idea because I feel relaxed and awake and calm. Namaste.

I still have time to blog.

Another week at the new job proves to be more eventful than the last two holiday weeks but still not much for me to do. I had a bigger part in the clinics and have been to a few meetings and now have the duties of making the breakfasts for the participants. But still, some days there is just nothing to do. For instance, Monday, I got to work at 6:30AM for our 7AM clinic. (We have to be there 30min before our first participant.) We had a busy day as far as clinics go. Clinic was over at around 12:15 and then I went to lunch with my mom. After lunch I came back to my office and had nothing to do the rest of the day. So I read this book I have been trying to finish since summer. I read from about 1:15 to about 5:45. At around 5:45 the lights in my office suit went out. It wasn’t the power because my computer was still on. But the light went out and it was very dark and scary because I was the only one left still here. I took that as my queue to leave. I went home and to bed. The next day was definitely more productive. Still, my day wasn’t packed. I’m not sure it ever will be. On Tuesdays I go teach private voice after work. My students were all back this time. So, I was exhausted when I got home. Today in clinic we only had one participant scheduled and my boss wanted me to take him to get practice. I think it went well and I feel good about it. Our participants are very nice and understanding. It makes this learning process very easy.

I’ve been seeing my last love quite often. He tells me that things are on the right track to start seeing each other again. We are practically together already without the title. I still wonder if he’s just keeping me along until he finds someone better. I hope that’s not the case because I and head over heals for him. I just don’t want to get hurt again. I was devastated when he broke up with me this summer. I didn’t eat for a week and I cried when I went to sleep at night and I cried when I woke up the following morning. I don’t want to go through that again. I’m just not strong enough to say this isn’t a good idea. I do want to get back together. I want things to workout. I want him to be sweet to me like he is now. I want that all the time. I think I’m good enough for it. But we will see what happens.

I don’t know where my roommate has been. She hasn’t been at the house in the past 6 weeks, except maybe for a couple of nights. And when I say a couple I mean 2, the exact meaning of the word couple. Hmm. I don’t know.

Well, time for a meeting.