Again?!

Hi my name is Jamie and I like to get sick about every two weeks or so. It's great! No, actually it sucks. The past two days at work were pretty odd, one because there were zero people filling prescriptions and two because the pharmacist was asleep in the back for the majority of the time. Why? Because he is SICK and I guess he passed his nasty little virus onto me because suddenly, very suddenly, me no feel so good. Unless it has something to do with the burger I ate tonight, Pete and I went out to dinner (yay going out!), and I had a burger, as I just mentioned, but I've never heard of food poisoning causing excessive coughing...

Anyways, my work schedule changed and I think it might just be the best work schedule in existence: work Monday, Tuesday, OFF Wednesday, work Thursday, Friday, 1/2 day (four hours) Saturday, OFF Sunday.

At least I have tomorrow to recoup (if I actually am sick, I never believe myself until it gets really bad, otherwise I just think I'm imagining it...weird?) and I'm off to bed for some very wanted rest. My bed is my best friend right now.

Gobble Gobble

So. Full. Can. Only. Talk.. One... Word..... Sentences......

I had two, count em' two dinners today, not that unusual of a feat but a first for me. The first dinner with my boyfriend's family and another late night one with mine. And oh my golly, how I love me some turkey. I could really eat turkey for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, everyday for at least four or five months straight. Yum.

I decided today that Thanksgiving is maybe even the best holiday of them all because there's no pressure to buy anything (well except maybe some food) and again all the turkey, and also because it's nice to force yourself to think of all the things in your life you're grateful for. Lately I've tried really hard not to take for granted anything in my life. My friends, my family, my boyfriend, pretty days, my Dad's music, soft blankets, good food, and being healthy to name a few. It's nice that there's a day where we all pay extra attention to the things in our lives that make us feel super lucky. So much is handed to us in our lives, things like running water and comfortable beds, food every night and clean clothes, it's easy to forget that so much of the population on this planet may never experience such luxuries. I know I'm happy I don't have to bathe in a lake, or out of a bucket somewhere...aren't you? I hope so.

Sorry this post is so nerdy, but I think I'm a little drunk off all that wonderful turkey...

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Time to preach to myself again...

Every Tuesday I teach three(but will soon only be two) dance classes, and every Tuesday I wish I had prepared for them. It's really not a great habit I've created, doing absolutely nothing to plan the classes, or choreographing any exercises...or picking out music...or remembering to even bring my dance shoes. I feel bad, and I want to do better, but then again I'm lazy! And I work 45 hrs at my "real job"! But still, this is a paying job, and I should treat it like one.

I think I've managed to not completely screw up my classes so far however, because I usually make something up for class on the ride from work to the studio. The lazy side of me really enjoys this technique because it takes away the process of physically moving. So, I guess my classes aren't the worst, but still, these girls deserve more. I should also be grateful to even have an opportunity to still dance on a slim, but regular basis, because honestly how sad would it be if I had stop dancing completely?! And I do have fun teaching, the girls always crack me up and remind me of the old days of dance classes which mainly consisted of making fun of the Weird Girl and talking about boooys.

So I think I'm going to pretend like I'm in one of those teacher movies, where the teacher first starts the year thinking teaching is going to be a breeze and doesn't care so much, and does a really crappy job at first, but then realizes how magical and wonderful her student's hearts are, and becomes this fantastic teacher and her and all her students throw a big party, no make it a fair, yeah a fair! and they eat cotton candy, and drink cherry soda and run off skipping and prancing into the sunset. Yeah...maybe my classes will be like that from now on...

I am a shitty snooder.

There's this game on my computer, Snood.

Whitney first introduced me to it, and at first I loved it, loved it! I played it for a while, most likely compulsively, until my excitement for Snood started to fade. Pretty soon the excitement was gone completely, and the game sat on my desktop untouched, unsnooded, for years.

Until my boyfriend found it.

He's quite the little competitor, especially with himself, and so it was his goal to claim the top score, or every score in the game. It's incredibly hard to tear him away from Snood, and sometimes it even comes down a bit of bribery. Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't woken up to find him secretly and quietly snooding to himself in the middle of the night. Probably some night soon I will.

Right now most levels look like this:

TOP SCORE:

1. Pete
2. Pete
3. Pete
4. Pete
5. Pete
6. Pete
7. Pete
8. Pete
9. Pete
10. Jamie

I am beating him on one particular level though, level "Child" but it's not important to mention which one. Only beating him on one level is very disturbing to me, because whenever humanly possible I really, really like to beat him at games (I usually fail miserably, unless it's Greedy, in which case Pete doesn't stand a chance). So tonight I tried my hardest to gain some points in Snood, on the "Medium" level. I thought I was doing pretty Kick Ass, knocking down Snoods left and right, and getting a score of 2020. Unfortunately Pete's score? 6314.

Looks like I may need a little more practice.

P.S. Writing this post and the snooding that occurred before hand was a great distraction to what's really been on my mind tonight, and what is stressing the crap out of me. Hopefully all will be resolved tomorrow morning though...

Love Tree Delivery

So as a wedding present to Whitney and Todd, Pete and I decided to get them a tree. Not your usual present, but it seemed very fitting for Whit and Todd, and I really liked that it wasn't something off a registry, or something that wouldn't get used very often. This tree will grow as their marriage does, and every time they look at it they'll be reminded of their wedding day, (and of course, of their two bestest friends) and I thought it would be sweet and corny and fantastic too, and so, the Love Tree was born.

Pete's Dad hooked us up with an awesome tree, and before the delivery I had only seen it from a distance and so when my Mom asked how big it was I shrugged and said "um, like 5 feet or something?" Yeah, totally NOT five feet, this tree was HUGE!

HUGE right?!

Then we had to pick a place to park it....

So we had Todd stand and act like a tree to see if it was a good spot...

Good!

So then it was time to dig...

And I actually dug some, swear! Did not just man the camera the whole time, I probably dug, three or even four big scoops!

We jumped in the hole, because it was too hard to resist...

Then we found a Grub, which is a word I have yet to use in reference to any other bug before today, but look at this thing...full fledged GRUB.

And then it was up!

The whole process really wasn't as hard as anyone had anticipated, not too bad at all.

Yay for the Love Tree!!

Okay, time to go back to Twilight...slowly getting addicted...

Fridays can't get more happenin' than this!

This town blows a BIG ONE. VERY EXTRA LARGE BIG.

Although, it's not likely I'd spend my Friday any different than this if I was, say, living in some fantastic place with loads of Cool Stuff for Cool People to do, but I doubt it would hurt my situation...that is for shore.*

Lately I've felt like I am just existing....breathing, eating, sleeping, and doing all the necessary life sustaining functions, but nothing more than that. I'd like to blame it on the town, because there really is NOTHING to do here, but I think that'd be too easy.

Whatever it actually is, it's leaving me very unhappy.

Anyways....

I started reading Twilight.


So what!

It's just ALLright so far, I'm not thrilled with it, but it's good enough to keep reading. Really, it's too soon to tell, I'm only three chapters deep, not far enough in to have a solid opinion. The book is very LARGE, and LARGE books usually discourage me, much the same as the state of the inside of my car currently does, both seem to be obstacles too big to tackle and conquer....but yeah, big books....I don't know how I ever finished reading The Meaning Of Night and all 700 pages of it, but it probably had something to do with the fact that I had to keep up with my boyfriend and our Book Club. Yeah, we had a Book Club, we're just soooo adorable like that. Or we were? We should bring the Book Club back, and all it's adorableness.

Tonight sucks ASS, but tomorrow night should prove to be better as I am going to Orlando to visit the Newlyweds and snuggle up good with them in their hot tub (that wasn't supposed to sound so creepy....or was it...), and then Sunday Pete and I are planting their Love Tree (wow that sounds pretty creepy too, I should probably stop myself now).

Hopefully we'll take some pictures and this will all make a lot more sense.

Well...my Friday was LAME, how was yours?

*I know how to spell "sure" I was just going for that rhyming effect, just so...you know...BUT I did have to think very hard today on how to spell "utility"...perhaps my brain has slowed to the speed of this town?

Whitney and Todd's Wedding, a picture recap.

Todd wore some very shnazzy shoes:

Whitney looked absolutely stunning. She was probably annoyed with all the "OH MY GOD YOU LOOK SOOOOO F-ING GOOD!"s I gave her, but seriously she looked amazing. Her father was probably the one who cried the most during the ceremony, but I blameWhitney, again, for looking so beautiful.

Then they were married...

And everyone cried like their most favorite puppy had just been hit with a Mac truck.

Hurray!!

Then Jamie started drinking a little too much wine, to kill some of the nerves over her big speech.

And then she was drunk.

And she was suddenly very drunk, and as she was going over her speech (a few hundred times by herself at the table), she found that the words started to get a little blurry, and her words were a little slurry and oh crap did she have to shove a million bread rolls down her throat to try and sober up.

Notice the crinkled, and yes, ripped speech in my hand, the paper a victim of my overwhelming anxiety.

But then I gave my speech, and did not, hopefully, come off too plastered, and then I could relax and enjoy myself completley.

And then everyone danced!

And they lived happily ever after.

Congrats to Titney!!