SCORE! Or is it damn?

I've been not going to yoga for the last 3 months. It was because of being sick a bunch, and also not having excersize pants... So I got my new yoga pants (2 pairs) in the mail this weekend, newly altered by my momma. I have stretchy black dance pants, and loose maroon drawstring pants.

Monday night is yoga night, and after I got home from my 3.30-5.30 workshop, I started thinking about what I'd need to do before I went. Then, the laziness started taking over and I was kind of bummed about having to drive out into the cold and wet, until I realized that I am sick again! And I shouldn't go to yoga!

I guess that is the only good thing about this cold is that I don't have to feel too guilty about staying home in my cozy apartment.

Oh, and I started taking those Cold-eeze drops within hours of waking up with the sore throat that always portends trouble for me. I'll keep you updated about if they're actually working.

I am now trained in CPR for adults, children, and infants. In fact, I got 100% on every single damn test, which means that I am super-CPR girl. But uh, remember how I said the removable faces were scary? I present you with baby anne's face. Nasty... Actually its texture wasn't quite as horrible as the adult dummy's.

Even though I'm now CPR trained, I really don't think I will ever choose to use my knowledge, except on my own children/family members. I heard a scary story from my coworker, whose doctor father had to give emergency CPR once when he happened upon a traffic accident. (It's required by law for doctors to stop, I guess.) Anyways, he didn't have a mouth sheild with him, and the guy was all bloody... And he found out later that the man had AIDS. He had to be tested, use condoms with his wife, etc for 9 months. Thank goodness he didn't contract HIV.

On a lighter note, look what this lady is doing to the poor baby! If your baby is choking... uh... do this. Don't you like the horrible violence of this photograph? As an added bonus, there is a small gray meteor flying from baby anne's mouth.

Um, what the hell?

CPR dummies are gross. You have to put your mouth all over them, so they have detachable faces, and they are floppy and freaky looking, and everyone in your CPR class will be carrying around their own personal disembodied squishy peach face, which has their spit all over it from all the blowing.

Did you know that CPR doesn't really restart the heart? Defibrillation is what does that. CPR will just attempt to keep the blood and oxegyn circulating until the paramedics get there.

I need to con my only female friend in town into scrapbooking. Then maybe I can catch up with the extreme lack of work on the dern things since I started teaching. Someone needs to scrapbook with me!!! Help!!!

To continue the trend, I once again actually did something after school today. I went lingerie shopping with my boyfriend's sister! We ended up getting matching bras. ...Which, i realize, is strange. Uh, we also went to Costco.

i had company tonight, so i cooked stir fry. i also cleaned a little, AND graded something. aren't i wonderful?

I felt a bit better today after watching a movie with a friend and buying a pair of sexy shoes, but then i got home and didn't do my work for school tomorrow. That, of course, doesn't make me feel good about things. The one positive action I took was to spend a few minutes cleaning the living room. I need to clean, i need to cook, i need to see friends.

i'm feeling blue. the weekend didn't go my way, and it was what i've been looking forward to all week.

the work week actually wasn't so bad, but it was still tiring. it was progress report week, and my brother ended up coming to visit. he hung out in my classroom on friday, which my students loved. they even made him a paper with "Miss D-'s Class 2006" written in bubble writing, surrounded by their names and little drawings.

next weekend i'll be going to a conference north of here, and i may be driving 3-4 hours total to get there and back. i'm starting off this week dreading next weekend- what a start!

i just feel like a big bummer. my head hurts, my stomach hurts, and i feel useless and a bit stupid. i wonder if this is normal, or if i am actually depressed.

um. there was this lady volunteering in a special ed classroom at my school (don't know if she has some sort of connection with it or what) but anyways, she was a realtor. Her first name is F1avor, and in her buisness card photo she is wearing ... a tuxedo and a fake police hat. I think. I'm confused. There is more strangeness with the nickname she put on the card, too. She wants to call me and tell me how much I can buy a condo for.

I miss him already.

I didn't say anything about this last week, but Steve will be away a lot this winter. He has 7 weeks of training for his job, up in Oregon. Leaves Sunday at 5, comes back Friday at 5. (At least the first three weeks) I am not that great at being alone. I have to pracice, because his job is a traveling job. My dad reminded me that his first job was also a traveling job, throughout when he and my mom got married and until I was a few years old.

At least I get to see him every week. It won't be like that when he gets sent to Korea or something for a month. I have to suck it up.

Love you, Steve....

pat robertson is an asshole.

oh yeah, sharon totally had that stroke coming. giving up gaza to the palestinians must have made god so pissed off that he just HAD to send that blood clot right into the prime minister's brain. that'll show him!

it is so obvious that pat robertson is thrilled when bad things happen to nonchristians, or those he considers otherwise unworthy. i'm sorry, but that isn't your buisness.

I called the regional headquarters for my apartment management company to complain today. I've noticed that for a while now, things have been slowly getting kind of sketch around here. More trash around, slow slow slow fixing of problems, constant changes in office staff... PLUS, my rent went up 60 bucks a month.

Anyways, according to the woman I talked to, it was not just my imagination, and there really has been a problem with my complex. The company has been like... making changes to try to bring us up to the standards of their other (nicer) complexes. She feels that some progress has been made since September, when the sketchiness was noted by them. She also said that things should continue to get better, that she wants me to talk to the new manager about things, and that some of the maintenence issues that are still unresolved after a year and eight months will really be addressed now. (How could the new manager know? We've had three managers and a four month period with no manager since I've lived here.)

She hopes I won't leave when my lease is up, or even break the lease early. I've thought about it, because I keep seeing how much nicer other people's places are. Of course, those other places are out of my reach financially, or would require roomates. Too bad I'm a loser with practically no female friends! (Make that bitter loser...)

look what my parents did to my poor doggy! supposedly, he liked his makeshift raincoat and "pranced." silly ty.

evidently i have never posted about the famous butt-sniffer of cal poly.

a few years ago, some people noticed that a man appeared to be attempting to smell other people's rear ends in the cal poly library. (On the 5th floor, to be exact.) Finally, he was caught and forbidden to come back to cal poly.

i am happy to report that several references to this will result when you search for "calpoly butt-sniffer" on google.

don't you think that butt-sniffing in the library is funny? i do.