A night of babysitting inevitably led to...

On a Whim Presents...

Fan Band!

Preforming...

Safety Dance!!

Who's lazy now!?

Okay you guys. Are we all sitting down? I imagine we would be, because, who stands at their computer? FREAKS. That's who. And everyone here is clearly in the group of non-freaks, because everyone who comes to my blog has good smelling hair and shiny pretty teeth and stuff. ....Where am I going with this?

Let's move on.

Ehem.

I have news. There's been THREE times (including tonight) that I have accomplished a Grand Accomplishment of Unimaginable Feats (or one at least for me). Seeing how I have done this Grand Accomplishment of Unimaginable Feats three times already, I clearly deserve the liberty to talk as if I am a Pro at this, and so, liberty I will take.

What do I do?

You are not seeing things my friends. That IS a bridge. A large one too.

I had a strange urge one day to run it, even though my sister has been running the bridge for like years, and never have I, until last week, felt the urge to join her. I don't know what came over me because I have always loathed running. It was boring and painful and always on the top of my list of Things I Hate the Most. It's always been like that. In elementary school when we would run the mile I would walk it. When it was time for soccer I volunteered to be goalie. Whatever opportunity I found to avoid running, I took.

And that was my philosophy, until last week.

I don't know if it's the iPod, or the nice view, or the cool ocean breeze, or the combination of it all, but OH MAN, I love it. I shift into autopilot and suddenly it's like I'm outside my body, a separate entity, just along for the ride. It's WEIRD. But a good weird.

And I like it a lots.

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By the way, let's just ignore the fact that I typed this boast of a blog with a mouthful of Sandies Pecan Shortbread cookies and a mug full of milk. While in bed. And there are crumbs still on my shirt. And I think I might eat them too.

What?

Jamie FAIL

Last night I felt like I sucked at life, and tonight I feel like I suck at dance teachering. I also suck at successfully playing off made-up words like "teachering" as if they are real, and make sense.

I don't know. Classes were frustrating tonight. I don't like choreographing. The girls talk too much. I have a soft voice (apparently) and have to yell. The girls don't move the way I do, and I don't know how to get them to. Is that really what I want though? Why is it so hard for me to count this song anyway, and why is it in sixes instead of eights? Why this song, WHY THIS SONG?!

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I have a busy day tomorrow. I'm observing(who and what will be explained soon) and then I have a few not so fun errands. Like getting a copy of my car title and getting my passport.

"Your what-now Jamie? What was that you just said(typed)?!"

Yes, my passport. I'm going to Spain in like six weeks to visit my sister and brother in law(what up Coro and Tonro!) and I don't know why I haven't mentioned that yet but yeah... initiate jealousy in five...four...

Just joking with you.

But for real, it's okay to be jealous. If I were you, and you were me, I would be jealous of you and want to stab you, because it's SPAIN, and you would be going there and I would not be. Except I'm me and you are you, and you are the jealous one.....get it? YOU ARE JEALOUS!

I guess I suck at modestly too.



By the way I like the way Natalie uses a line of stars to change subjects (I'm sure there's some fancy technical term for what that is, but technical words are for the Smart People, and please just smile and nod along with me here, because, these days have been rough) and so I stole it. And will most likely steal it again soon.

Self Inflicted pain is always the best

Today was supposed to be a day dedicated to cleaning. I had all the gear I needed. Comfy clothes? check. iPod? check. Hair brush to use as microphone to jam out to iPod songs? check. But three songs into my "cleaning" I was dancing around and singing way more than picking clothes off my floor, and before I could even realize what was going on I was in the car on my way to the dance studio.

It's been a LOT harder being a dance teacher than I anticipated. The recital is fast approaching and I really need to get on the ball. Motivation is perhaps the biggest obstacle. I get discouraged, while choreographing, jumping back and forth between loving what I'm creating to hating it and wanting to start all over. I never feel like it's good enough. The lyrical dance is more jazzy than maybe I would have liked, but in my defense I didn't pick the song, and it's not really one you can dance softly to. At this point I just need SOMETHING to work with, and hopefully it will look good by show time.

More than wanting to practice these dances, I went to the studio for myself. I really miss having dance class. Teaching is okay, but I don't get to dance much and really push myself like I used to. Today I think I pushed myself a little too hard. I worked on the tap routine first, and then skipped to the lyrical. I did the dance several times, and THEN decided I should video tape it. Bad idea. I was SO tired and sweaty and shaky at that point, and for some reason the dancing you do never comes across as strong on video. But somewhere in all that dancing I hurt my back. Now I feel like I'm 83yrs old and I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. It's always worse the next day. But, I did finally satisfy my craving for a good dance workout, so, at least I accomplished that.

Now if I could only work on the cleaning part...damn you pile of laundry! Your day will soon come!

My face is heavy.

There's a cat meowing outside my window right now and it is not Mr. Hobbs. Perhaps a lover of his?? This cat meowing, and the potential for some kitty love scandal, is about the peak of my thrills this evening. That says a lot doesn't it.

I'm having a lame Saturday night. I haven't had a lame Saturday night in a while and I really don't miss it. Earlier today I took one extremely excited Rylee over to Pete's house (for the first time!) to hang out by the pool and watch a movie. This was all good and fun and lalala but when I got home I crashed...hard. I took an hour long nap that I had a very hard time waking out of and ever since I've felt like my body weights 1000 pounds and every movement requires way more effort than necessary. I'm freakin' beat and I don't know why. I've also been fighting off a very weak strain of cold-or-something for the past week or so. Maybe this cold-or-something is the culprit. Either way, meh.

In addition to the above, Whitney text me saying that her and Todd wish I was around to share a few beers with and watch Flight of the Conchords. OH do I wish I could be there! The four of us (Pete, me, Whit, Todd) used to spend every Saturday night together. Drinking, laughing, not doing much of anything, except enjoying each other's company. The picture above is from like what 3? 4? years ago?? Crazy. There's a LOT I miss about those days, but a LOT more that I don't miss. What I know for sure is that I miss my best friends. I miss them! It sucks being so far away. Somebody needs to hurry up and invent some form of super quick travel. Why can't we teleport yet?! What kind of cruel world is this???

I'm off to scrounge for some Girl Scout cookies and to park myself on the couch. I'm sure I'll be asleep by 10:00.....lame!

Just an average Monday until....

How's YOUR work week going? Fantastic you say? HOW GREAT FOR YOU.

How's my work week going you ask?

Well...

Monday morning at about 11:35ish or so, I was putting away the potassium 10meq bottle when CRASHBOOMLOTSOFLOUDNOISE!!!!!!!! Instantly after hearing the explosion I was ready for wheverthehell was going on. I thought The Shit Was Going Down, and I was ready. I was expecting to see ninjas falling from the hole in the ceiling they had just created, when I looked towards the front of the store and instead saw a big hole/dent in our door/wall. Someone had RAN THEIR CAR INTO THE FRONT OF OUR STORE. Their car. Into our store. The two people inside the car got out, and thank GOD they were okay, because I was not ready to see two bloody dead people that early in the morning. I can't say that I'm ever ready to see bloody dead people but still, I haden't even finished my coffee! The front of our store has to be replaced. The door, the wall, the everything. Apparently this guy's car did 48,000 dollars worth of damage to our building.

There was a guy in our store at the time paying for his scripts, and he was without a doubt, freaked the f*ck out.I felt bad for him. It didn't help that in the seconds that followed the crash, the pharmacist (I suppose also thinking The Shit Was Going Down) pulled out his gun and pointed it at the front of our store, and the guy at the register window was all "Don't shoooot!" "What's going oooonnn!!". Yeah, freaked the f*ck out.

It was a weird day from that point on. We were still working like it was a regular day, but just a day where a car runs into your building and you have no door on your store and the wall is busted and police, lawyers, and building inspectors all come to visit.

Today we got a new temporary door for our store, but we're unsure of when the rest of the work will be done. Legal crap. The guy is disabled and was driving an unfamilar stick shift and....doesn't have insurance. So, he will most likely be in jail soon. But without the insurance it's a battle of who will have to pay for all this crap, and I feel like this might take a while.

In more postive news, I have to say I am enjoying all the new daylight filtering in through our fluorescent pharmacy....

Hi Mom!

Email from my sister Coral tonight:

hi j-ro, i showed mom your blog, you have been warned... she was so funny, she's like, "blob what? no, i wasn't invited." then she wanted to know how you earn points on the blog since some entries had points and then you got an award... ha!

Ohhh mother, you are so un-blogucated. I will teach you. You will learn.

Mondays are so NOT my bff.

Holy crap you guys, my day was INSANE.

From the very second I walked in the door until the very second I left, I was busy. Busier than busy. Busy where your head is spinning and all you want to do is scccrrreeeeaaammm! Busy where you can't remember was just happened two seconds ago, because you already are trying to remember what you're supposed to be doing that second. Busy where you wish the correct procedure for filling prescriptions was chucking the med bottles straight at the patients faces because really, this would be a LOT faster, and totally stress relieving, so, everyone wins.

Our phone was ringing NONE STOP, all. day. long. Every manufacturer stopped producing oxycodone and now we have like half a million "dope heads" (as the pharmacist calls them) knocking down our door (and our phones) to try and find some. As soon as the first words come out of their mouth we know the answer to their question, but we can't be rude because they could get mad and come rob us or shoot us to pieces or something, so instead we have to wait patiently for them to put words together and form sentenses (this can be VERY hard for some) before we tell them "no, we don't have them". This, all in the middle of trying to take care of the people who are actually waiting on you to fill their prescriptions. It was just too much.

My chest started to feel so tight, like one huge air bubble was caught somewhere, and I started taking slow deep breaths to ease it, but? I COULDN'T TAKE DEEP BREATHS. The breaths I took were all shallow, and sad, and pissed off at the world, and just making things worse. Even the pharmacist said he "felt like he took a deep breath in, and never let it out". Anxiet attack anyone? Lemme tell ya, not much fun.

So now I'm home, and tired as all crap, and dreading teaching dance tomorrow because I really need to make up more choreography for their recital dances, but I had a stressful day dammit and just want to relax with some wine and some Pete, and so, THAT is exactly what I will be doing tonight. So there.