In Limbo...

It’s hard for me to get excited about people and the things going on in their life. I have been waiting for my freakin college graduation since FOREVER. I’m so busy; I hardly see my friends any more. Matt and I have kinda skipped out on church, which I think I’m ok with, but it’s just out of our routine, so it’s hard for me to adjust. I think, my whole social life is shifting more to younger people who I dance with. Don’t get me wrong I love those peeps, it’s just weird seeing the people I’m “growing” out of. It’s different when you have different priorities than your friends. Because it usually means you no longer have that common ground so you eventually drift apart. Sad… But I must move on…

A New Addition...

Well, two Tuesdays ago we added a new member to our family…a kitten. She was a little under the weather, but the vet put her on meds and now she is literally jumping off the walls (we have a squirt gun for that). Her name is Lily, short for Tiger Lily (we are staying with the Peter Pan theme). She is about four months old. Tink and Lily started off a little rocky, but now they play together and they are almost snuggling together-baby steps for Tink. Lily is potty trained too! I take her outside and she does her business and then comes back into the house. The other day I thought she ran away, but really she was sleeping in the cupboards. Ummm What else about her? We weren’t sure what sex she was so we called her Kitty for the first week. When we went to the vet the tech felt her up and was unsure. When the vet looked at her she blew on her bum and was like it’s a girl. It was a pretty funny sight…





p.s. she makes Tink feel HUGE!

Top Ten Childhood Memories...

Well, a couple of family members decided to start this topic and hopefully I can do my part in continuing it…
*They aren’t numbered in order of importance, just in the order they popped into my head.

1. Dance class… “I’m sorry Mrs. Linda. We love you Mrs. Linda.”
2. Gina Badone taking me home like everyday from dance before I was of age to do it myself.
3. Playing in Bard with my cousin Joan. We would make all kinds of “food” from flowers, hind from my sister, and make chocolate ice cream.
4. My sister…was pretty much a riot back in the days. We would spin her on her stomach on a swing until she got sick (to name one instant).
5. In kindergarten, my teacher called on me to write an answer on the chalkboard, and I did it with a pencil. Makes me laugh still to this day.
6. Girl Scouts- cookies and camping over at Mrs. B’s house.
7. Having weekend sleepovers with Melissa.
8. Singing every song on the radio and on the piano with Liz, and having competitions to see who could fill up more of each other’s year book.
9. Deborah…another riot. There was never a dull moment with her!
10. Sour patch kids…and their legacy of murder on the dance floor…Rat Tails!

This was a good one…thanks!

My life in a nut shell...

Well it’s been awhile…sorry Sarah…But I’ve been busy student teaching, dancing, working, and trying to maintain a marriage.

Student teaching is amazing. I’m learning so much. My teacher is fabulous. I also took my very expensive teacher test last weekend. It was tough… I wanted to stab my eye out a couple of times. The important thing is that it is over, and if I fail it-I’ll just take it again in January, because I already have a job- turn in my contract today. So yeah! It feels like a big weight has been lifted off of me. After the next two weeks of fall break, I’ll only have six weeks before I become a “for reals” first grade teacher!!! I’m so excited!!!

Dancing is a blast. I love Myriah and all the JAMS girls. We are getting ready to go to U of A for their jazz showcase. It’s during Halloween, which is always fun. We are also doing the Yuma High invitational in November. We are doing Welcome to the Jungle. I’m looking forward to putting that costume together. Oh yeah I’m starting a two year old class this month…I’m a little scared…

Working is a good time. Who doesn’t like getting paid? We just had awesome sales. I bought a shirt for $3. I’m actually working tonight. When I get off I’m driving to Phoenix to hop on a plane to go to Michigan, where my husband has been for that last week and a half. It’s going to be a busy, but fun weekend.

Until next time…peace…

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

My Friday started out exciting. I was offered a second grade position starting in January! But that thunder was quickly stolen from me when I came home to discover that we had been robbed! When I came home the screen door was closed but the back door was wide open. At first I thought I had left the door open and was air conditioning Arizona, but when I opened the door I saw part of the door on the floor. On further investigation our bed room had be ran sacked and Tink was freaking out. So I called 911 and the police came to assess the damage. It was very surreal. I felt sick, insecure, and a little dirty that my place of refuge had been invaded by some stranger. Fortunately, they didn’t take too much. The laptop (which was a piece of crap), a x-box controller, a hunting knife, pillowcase, and a lot of my jewelry. The whole scene didn’t make a lot of sense. They took my crapy jewelry and left all my expensive jewelry. They left the crow bar they used to break in, and threw our clothes all over the house. Also, they didn’t take the cords for the laptop and the x-box controller…strange…
I’m really thankful, because they didn’t take all the toys when have. It could have been much worst. The next step is how we are going to fix it from happening again, since they know what we have and when we are gone…

Here comes the rain again!!

So it rained for the second day in a row!!! Trees were blown over, parking lots were flooded and the power went out at the elementary school I’m student teaching at for about an hour! Good times. I discovered that I have a lot of criers in the third grade. It was definitely an experience. The moment the lights went out I thought of my Grandmother and her obsession with flashlights for that very reason. Normally I won’t mind sitting in the dark, but when you in charge of 24 third graders a flashlight would have come in handy. Luckily we had the laptop up and running so the kids colored by the light of the laptop.
Once again I say it…good times…

Welcome to the jungle...

Things I love, dancing with Myriah. There is something about someone getting so excited when you walk into the room and yelling, “Hey girlfriend!” that just puts a smile on my face. Also, she always has some great version of a song or some awesome artist that I like “JAMing” out to… The artist of the month is Allison Crowe, powerful voice, and plays crazy piano cords…(music-something else I love)… I also love the girls at JAMS…they are so fun, and I feel like I am making new friends…ones that can look up to me…

And so it begins...

I thought it was awful strange my husband got up at 8 am on a Sunday morning to get groceries. Don’t get me wrong, I hate grocery shopping and that’s why we never have food. But still on a Sunday morning…it’s just strange. A couple of hours roll by and the TV is on and I hear a mixture of sport announcer voices going on about Bret Farr and other football stars….is this what is it coming down to? It’s that time of year, every woman’s (unless your name is Brianne) nightmare…football season. I was talking to one of my co-workers and her husband posts whiteboards on her living room wall so he can keep track of his fantasy football. That is crazy…When we buy a house Matt can have his room where he keeps all that “crap” (kind of like in the movie Juno). Until then he only gets the TV. I guess I don’t understand, because out of all the sports out there my husband has to be obsessed with the one sport I can’t really stand. I mean I love UFC (yeah for Rich Franklin last night!). But football is just over rated…

My week has been both chaotic and fun. I had my first observation on Thursday. My math lesson was rough, and I thought I could have done better. Of course my advisor said I did great, and after thinking about it, I thought she might have a point.
Many of the teachers I work with have been telling me to go to the district office and apply for a job. Well, today I did that, but to my dismay I am suppose to turn in a resume. I have one, but I’m not sure it is what they are looking for. The whole idea of being graduated and starting my career is so surreal. I love it.
Some other things I love is this website stuffwhitepeoplelike.com. The major draw is that I’m white, so by default I like it. Conan introduced me to it, and the white catchy name caused me to Google it. I spent a couple minutes reading what they had to say, and I’m pretty much going to buy the book (yes, they published a book-does it get any better than this?). Here is a little clip from the site you be the judge…

Unpaid Internship
“In most of the world when a person works long hours without pay, it is referred to as “slavery” or “forced labor.” For white people this process is referred to as an internship and is considered an essential stage in white development.
The concept of working for little or no money underneath a superior has been around for centuries in the form of apprenticeship programs. Young people eager to learn a trade would spend time working under a master craftsman to learn a skill that would eventually lead to an increase in material wealth.
Using this logic you would assume that the most sought after internships would be in areas that lead to the greatest financial reward. Young White people, however, prefer internships that put them on the path for careers that will generally result in a DECREASE of the material wealth accumulated by their parents.
For example, if you were to present a white 19 year old with the choice of spending the summer earning $15 an hour as a plumber’s apprentice or making $0 answering phones at Production Company, they will always choose the latter. In fact, the only way to get the white person to choose the plumbing option would be to convince them that it was leading towards an end-of-summer pipe art installation.
White people view the internship as their foot into the door to such high-profile low-paying career fields as journalism, film, politics, art, non-profits, and anything associated with a museum. Any white person who takes an internship outside of these industries is either the wrong type of white person or a law student. There are no exceptions.
If all goes according to plan, an internship will end with an offer of a job that pays $24,000 per year and will consist entirely of the same tasks they were recently doing for free. In fact, the transition to full time status results in the addition of only one new responsibility: feeling superior to the new interns.

When all is said and done, the internship process serves the white community in many ways. First, it helps to train the next generation of freelance writers, museum curators, and director’s assistants. But more importantly, internships teach white children how to complain about being poor.
So when a white person tells you about their unpaid internship at the New Yorker, it’s not a good idea to point out how the cost of rent and food will essentially mean that they are PAYING their employer for the right to make photocopies. Instead it’s best to say: “you earned it.” They will not get the joke.”

I picked this one, because it applies to me so well, but I also like the one titled, “Girls with bangs.” I so want them, but I always chicken out, or my hair dresser talks me out of it.

This is what 13.1 miles looks like...

This weekend turned out really good! I know it was chaotic up until the actually trip, but I’m so glad I went. Here are my results…

Finish time:"2:53:08"
Distance
HALF MAR
Overall Place
7635 / 10849
Gender Place
4031 / 6407
Division Place
445 / 639
Age Grade-38%
5K-35:56
10K-1:14:55
15K-1:56:33

I’m super pleased. I was shooting for 3 hours, but I’ll settle for 2:53!
Ummm…some important events that happed, I lostBrittany right away around the first mile. People kept stopping to take pictures of Disneyland, which was really aggravating because you never knew who was going to be stopping right in front of you. At mile 6 I tried some Gatorade, bad choice. I kept tasting lime Gatorade for the next couple of miles.

As far as the body holding together it went in waves. My left knee and hip flexor hurt, then the pain transferred to my hamstrings- feeling like they were being shredded, and finally just my lower back, hips, and entire pelvic region just plain ached. After I crossed the finish line, I kept walking and the whole time I kept thinking…Why am I still moving? Luckily, I finished minutes after Brittany and we ate breakfast together.

I got this super cool bling/metal. It says, “Happiest race on earth.” I believe it. I’m totally hooked and can’t wait until my next one!

It official

I am a blogger. Several people in my family do it and I love it because I can stalk them without them knowing...just kidding, but I do know what's going on in thier lives, which is always good.
I'm going to keep this first entry short, since I'm waiting for my ride to go to Disneyland-to run a half marathon...hopefully Disneyland will keep it's status of happiest place on earth in my mind!