This one's for YOU Buddy!

1. Totally should be packing/cleaning

2. May slightly be obsessed with Jib Jab

3. More than slightly don't care about Jib Jab obsession.

Work it Girl!

There aren't many things I will miss while in Spain.

I will NOT miss hearing my alarm everyday at 7 am, 7:30, 7:45, and then finally 7:50.

I will NOT miss wearing scrubs.

I will NOT miss driving to work, or working AT. ALL.

I will NOT miss how tired and grumpy I often am after work.

I will miss my lap top.

I will miss Kitty Bear.

I will miss you too Pete.

And maybe most of all, I will miss seeing this woman who dances on the street I work on, dancing everyday and making me smile. By the way, thanks for those smiles Dancing Sign Lady, you rock my world.

Make sure you continue to do your thang while I'm gone.

Zoo Adventures

I told myself I would only slack off on the computer until 12:30. It is now 12:3536. Crap.

I went to the Zoo yesterday with Pete, Carly, Don, and Liz. It was good time, lemme tell ya. Side note: it will always be a Fun Adventure going anywhere that combines Liz with many, many, small children and their many, many, small children ears.

Our day started out just fine, but then, three pictures deep into the Zoo Adventure, Carly's camera died. No worries! I had my camera and I was there to Save The Day. But wouldntyaknowit I took one picture and "battery exhausted". GRRRREAT. So all I managed to get out of our Zoo Adventure was one lousy monkey video. That's it! And a couple pictures of some lions sleeping with their backs to us. W-O-W.

I was disappointed, clearly, but! I did learn a whole lot from them there crazy animals which made me smile. I learned that dears pee just like dogs do, and sometimes I see a turtle and think "Look a frog!", and sometimes worm-like-things come out of bird's butts and they like to try and eat it, and monkeys scream just like humans, sit just like humans, and roll their eyes at dumb people just like humans, and Man Oh Man do creatures like to poop! Oh, and one monkey showed us the "Spread Eagle" and went to town on herself. The End!

And that was my day at The Zoo.

Now I have to leave you to do some packing. urgh. I loath packing. What I wish I could do was go on a shopping spree because a big reason why I loath packing, especially for this trip, is because I have ZERO Fashionable American clothes to make me look like a Fashionable American. And I'm afraid people in Spain might confuse me for a Gypsy. A blond Gypsy looking very confused in her worn out flip flops and jeans.

Happy Birthday TonRo!

It's my brother-in-law's birthday today, and because I am very very broke, I couldn't afford to give him much. However, his greatest goal in life has always been to become a Rhythmic Gymnast, so I thought at the very least I could help his dream become a reality. I choreographed a routine and coached him, along with my sister Coral, for months. As it turns out, Tony has amazing ability as a Rhythmic Gymnast. He's turns aren't the best but his splits are superb!

Watch for yourself:

HAPPY BIRFDAY TONY!!

I'm feeling like complete TERD right now.

Yeah, that's right, I SAID IT.

I'm uberly stressed out about my recital dances, maybe because they're half made up at best(or choreographed but un-taught) and after tonight's class I arranged an emergency practice tomorrow night to help prepare them because I'm leaving for two weeks and they will miss two practices (or just have them, but without me, ya know, their TEACHER) and so they need to KNOW the choreography so they can practice while I'm gone and so yeah, extra practices and run-on sentences.

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP.

The thing is I always work best when I'm time crunched. Hardcore deadlines drive me, make me work harder, get my creative juices a flowin', and this is all fine for ME, but the girls need time to get it down and looking good. Because YOU ARE REPRESENTING ME AND MY TEACHERING SKILLZ SO LOOK GOOD DAMMIT! or something like that.

Big Fat Sigh.

Anyways......Go check out this awesome guide Coral and Tony put together for us for our Spain Trip. A warning though, while surfing the site, try not to drool over all The Cool Things I will be doing because you might short circuit your keyboard and then I'll feel bad. And I like to feel good.

Spain is going to sneak up SOOOOOO fast on me because of all this dance worry, and extra practices, and Thursday night TV, and Zoo on Sat, and next thing I know I will be on a plane.

I need to pack!!

P.S. This post makes me sound like a Weirdo.

P.P.S. Oh God! AM I A WEIRDO?!? Why didn't you people tell me?

P.P.S.S. I blame how sleepy I am.

P.P.P.P.P.S.S.S.S. I have no idea if I went through the right progression of P.S.'s. I should go ask Rylee. I bet she'd know. She's like 13 already.

She's growing up so fast...

Rylee came bouncing into my room a few minutes ago and this was our conversation:

R: "OHMYGOD JAMIE you have to Google "gummy bear song" it is SOOO funny!"

J: "Wait, Google it? Like... wait, what? Have YOU looked this up in Google? You're six."

R: "Noooo, the adults at the gym(child care while my sister exercises, not creepy adults) showed me it! But you have to watch it in Spanish, it is more funny that way"

I was completely thinking I would not actually get anything from this Google search, but low and behold...



R: "Okay, now lets type...BIG GIANT THUMBS!"

J: "Is this another video the adults at the gym showed you?"

R: "No, I just think it would be funny."

The Wild Wild West of Pharmacies

Wooey Wooey Wooo...Wha Wha Whaa...There's a new girl in town... err I mean, a new technician in our pharmacy.

This excites me greatly.

Mainly because I can feel better about myself, as she is new and doesn't know anything and I know it ALL. Except she does know everything. She's a certified technician, which means she knows useless information such as brand names vs generics, and drug interactions and what the drugs actually do, and how to pronounce them. Again, useless. She seems like a sweet, yet somewhat mousey girl, who's soft spoken and wears the same multi-colored sparkly nail polish as I did in 7th grade. I don't know how I feel about that last one, which may or may not make me a snob.

There is one thing however she is not accustomed to, and she is having a little bit of a hard time adjusting. She's worked at Walgreens for like 8 years or something and she knows all the ins and outs and rules and procedures that must be done with every prescription filled. What she can't get used to is skipping all that crap. The way we work 'round these parts is straight slingin' scripts. Medications take names like "xanie bars" and "blue footballs" and people get in and out of our store FAST. No half hour waits here. She'll have to learn to be tough and yell at people, and learn who owes the pharmacist five dollars from the last time they were here and who has paid him back. Who's a shoplifter, and who might hit on you a bit, and watch out for that guy, he burps a lot.

Really she's nice though, and I hope this works out for her. She was recently laid off from her job at Walgreens and she has a husband and five year old daughter at home who depend on her. In her exact words "A Robot stole my job" and we all know Robots are a very, very, real threat these days. Any day now we could face an attack. Robots are taking small steps towards taking over this planet and apparently they are starting by counting pills and filling our prescriptions. So watch out. Seriously though, it sucks having your job taken away by new technology, machines, or robotsorwhatever, and apparently the staff spends more time trying to clear wedged med bottles out of this machine than they would have filling the scripts themselves. So it's really a PCJSWM (Piece of Crap Job Stealing Waste of Money).

Technology. Who needs it?

Not our pharmacy, we're too cool for that business.

The End.

Oh wait, not The End...

This afternoon I came into my room to find a sticky note stuck upside down to the center of my TV screen. This sticky note read:

"Look-3 small poopies and one that looks like a fish w/ 3 poopies on it-wow it does- quick take a picture of it"

For the next two minutes or so, I searched around the house for three small poopies so I could take a picture of them and their fish-like appearance. After not finding the poopies I called my sister and asked her about the note. She said it was a transcribed conversation between her and my niece earlier in the day...can you guess which one was the proud owner of the fish-like poopies??

Shake off the weirdness and Pete is a Sleep Snapper

Yesterday afternoon, with the sunshine being as sunshiny as it was, Pete and I decided to play a game of racquetball. Before we even had our rackets out of the bags, the two guys playing in the court next to ours stopped us and asked if we'd like to play doubles. We politely declined, joking that we were so bad they wouldn't even want to play us. Which? For the most part is true. They didn't want to hear a "no", and so they suggested we play a game and warm up, and then they'd ask again.

I like racquetball. I have fun playing racquetball. I do not play racquetball to be competitive, in fact, I laugh when Pete starts to get huffy after bad shots. I'm not a good player, but I like to think I give Pete a little competition to work with. Generally we play to have fun, we laugh a lot, and have a good time.

I really had zero desire to play the two guys next to us. They had stuff on like gloves, which to me, made them look like they knew what they were doing, and that they were not there to have fun, laugh a lot, and have a good time. But before we finished our first game, they asked to play doubles again and because it would have felt awkward and almost rude to say no again, we agreed.

Bad idea.

One of the two guys was of somewhat Latin? French? Something with an Accent descent, and I think he might have been drunk, or maybe that was just his foreign-ness, and right off the bat he started hitting on me. He stood way to close to me when he talked, intruding my comfort bubble and was just being a general Weirdo. We started playing, and I was playing bad. I felt uncomfortable, and couldn't get into it. I hit the ball which shot right back towards me and as I tried to move out of the way, I got SLAMMED into by Weird Foreign Guy. SLAMMED. I didn't quite fall all the way down though, but as I stood up I felt dizzy. "Crap" I thought, "This is going to be embarrassing" because I thought I was about to faint.

I did not faint though. But I was still embarrassed. And my neck suddenly hurt really, really bad.

I told weird Foreign Guy that I was fine, and as he apologized I reassured him I'd survive. We stopped for a couple minutes so I could recoup, and then I felt someone rubbing my neck. WEIRD FOREIGN GUY WAS NOW TOUCHING ME. I looked at Pete and screamed through my eyes WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP! But Pete's eyes told me, THIS IS REALLY FUNNY, HAHAHAH! Great. So when Weird Foreign Guy finally stopped molesting me, I decided I was ok to play again.

They were hitting the ball 100 MPH and I the only thing I was doing was trying to stay away from the ball as not to get slammed and nearly killed again. Weird Foreign Guy tried to make conversation as we were playing, and told me I was a "strong girl" and wouldn't stop apologizing. We played two games, which were very short (we got creamed) and then I said No More. This had been weird enough, I had the hibbie jibbies and all I could do was shake off the weirdness, and call it a day.

I will not play doubles again. EVER.

*******

Last night I had a dream about tap dancing, I was teaching someone a combination and I could hear the Click Click Clicking of her taps as she danced. Then I woke up and the Click Click Clicking continued. I looked over to see Pete with his hands up in the air, snapping his fingers. I sat up a little and said "Why are you snapping your fingers?!" and he? said nothing. Pete is a sleep snapper!

Hop!

Super Woman

There is something Very Important I must address before I can start this blog.

HERE.

All I have to say about that is

IWANTTOSQUISHHISFACESHEISBETTERTHANALLTHECATSOFTHEWORLDCOMBINED.

Oh and

SQUISH. HIS. FACE.

Whew! Ok, let's move on.

I was DEAD tired last night, and so at about 10:42 or so, I decided I would go to bed. And go to bed did I! I slept. SO good. And I guess like, getting a good night's sleep makes you smarter and brighter and quicker the next day? Or something? How come they (as in THEY) don't tell you this? Or, I guess I have been hearing this since I was in Kindergarten, but only now do I believe it.

I was on my GAME today. I didn't even know I HAD a game until today. I was slingin' those scripts and holding no prisoners! The pharmacist noticed, he said "coffee must kicked in today" (he's originally from India, so sometimes he leaves out those not-so-important words like "have"... and "please").

My pep even continued into dance class.

I'm trying really hard to start trying in these classes. My throat is so scratchy by the end of my tap class I can hardly talk. And in the later class I tried to be more Authoritative Teacher-y with them, and not spend time answering questions like "Does this shirt make my boobs look big" and "How come you're so skinny but your butt is so big?". And I tried less to talk about "OH MY GOD, go wash your feet! They smellllll!" but that was really hard for me to do in tonight's particular class because OH MY GOD this one girls feet were SO dank, I was nearly gagging. AND SHE WOULDN'T WASH THEM! Even after I asked her nicely, two times! I do not understand this.

Hhalrighty It's nearly 10:42 now, so I better jump right to bed so that I can once again be Super Woman tomorrow.

Sweet dreams!

Being a lazy ass, lazy, lazy, lazy piece of poo.

That's me! Just waking up from a nap on one of the most beautiful, most glorious days of the year! Napping inside where the beautiful sunshine can't reach me! And wait, it gets better! I wasn't even tired, just bored and unmotivated! Go-Jamie Go-Jamie GO!

I don't know why it's always been in me to procrastinate like there's no tomorrow, or rather, that there are a million tomorrows all better suited for completing the task at hand than today. Today always seems like the worst day to get things accomplished. Things just come up, like...I get hungry, or that show is on TV, or it's raining outside and everyone knows you cannot accomplish a thing when it's raining! or it's sunny outside and everyone knows when there's a nice sunny day you must take advantage of it(by taking a nap inside)! See, it's one very tricky nasty cycle, so it's really? not even my fault.

It just amazed me there is no such pill for this. Someone make a pill for this!

So in other news....I'm going to be a student again! But this time I'm hoping to actually enjoy my classes and do stuff like show up to them and pass them! There's a program here at our local college for an Occupational Therapy Assistant, and even though the program only takes 24 students a year, and it's first come first serve, and I have to take pre-reqs over the summer, I'm pretty optimistic I'll get in. Which makes me reallllly excited. I'm just a liiiiiitle concerned about money though. The schedule I have for my summer classes is less than ideal, so I'm thinking the only job I can fit in with it is one of a Stripper, and we all know I have a strong aversion to sparkly shiny platform high heels...so...that's rules that out. I could continue to work at the pharmacy, as long as he agrees to work with my whacked-out schedule, but I don't think the money would be worth the time. And the thought of no longer working there, not working there at all, makes me pretty gitty inside, so I think it's time to move on.

Anyways I'm really excited about the future job of an COTA. SUPER excited. I think I'll really enjoy it and it will suit me well, and not leave me having anxiety attacks during the day and nightmares about being robbed during the night. I'll actually be helping people who need help, and hopefully actually making a difference in their lives. I'm sick of the pharmacy and the politics and the drugs and the danger and the drug addicts. Time to get out yo! Time to GO!

And I guess it's time for me to GO back to trying to motivate myself to...um...crawl out of bed? Shower? Maaaaybe cook some dinner?

I'm not gonna push myself.