Due to circumstances being just right I will be earning a cool extra grand this month. So while I should be thinking about ways to save, suddenly the little nicities like a Coach purse, cute shoes and dinner out on a regular basis keep crossing my mind. What I decided to splurge on however was a device to make my life a little less kinky. That's right friends, I have invested in a high-quality hair straightener. $130 later, it takes hardly any time to do, and it worked so well, I thought that perhaps I had permanently damaged my hair and it would never be curly again. (And I have to say, I was kind of sad...so I guess somewhere deep down, in places that I don't talk about at parties, I am secretly embracing my kinky side...). A little water and it was back in fine form--no worries. So look for new and improved Chica with long, brushable hair the next time you see me.
I have also been trying to get to the gym more often. Started last night be attending the only aerobics class I was on time for--the last one. Of course, it was only 30 minutes and was called 24 Hour Tease. It was a class that used stripper moves to work out to. Great music, and I really liked it. I did realize that my hips are really good at rolling in one direction. The other--doesn't work so well. The instructor kept telling us to be sexy as we were spanking ourselves and using our workout towels like gloves to entice oru audience. After all this practice, I am excited for the next private dance I do. In the meantime however, I'll just have to be content with being a 24-Hour Tease. :)
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Engaging News
So in the last week, two of my friends have gotten engaged. This lowers the single female friends in my age range to two. One in Sac, one in HI. This makes for interesting/boring evenings on the weekends. Somehow my weeknights are often full with peeps, but the weekends have become kinda quiet. This is not thrilling, let me tell you. It is well-known that I like a good cocktail on occastion, but somehow it's not socially acceptable to go get one solo. People start to think either you've got a drinking problem, or you're looking for some action. Both could be equally true I suppose. :)
So I guess the time has come for me to look for something "serious". *sigh* That Match thing...last guy I went out with...we met at the LG Jazz in the Plazz, and after explaining to a friend all was cool, but to just not ask how we met, 30 seconds after we sat down, she said, "So Chica, where did you two meet?" I was quick witted and said, "Oh, we met over at the bench at 7". Bitch. (She said it was similar to pushing people in the water, but I think it is closer to just being a jerk. Payback is a bitch, and I can be too.)
Anyway, this guy said he was 6', but upon meeting, he was probably 5'9" and I was wearhing a sandally heel, so I was pushing 6'. While we were talking, I mentioned I was in a quandry about work, and he looked bewildered by what I meant. This happened a couple other times over the course of the night. Hmm. Then at dinner (which he bought--nice) I order something with shittake mushrooms. He said, "Sh-I-I-take? What is that?" He'd never heard of them. And in conversation, he said he'd only left the country 2 times, and the last time was the weekend before when he went to TJ. So when he asked about my summer, I felt like I was bragging about my trip, andit didn't get better when he asked if I'd been before, and I felt like I was confessing when I said it was actually my 5th trip. (Which is pretty cool come to think of it.)
Anywho, the search continues. I wish it didn't feel like work. Well, I guess since work doesn't seem like work, something has to. *sigh*
So I guess the time has come for me to look for something "serious". *sigh* That Match thing...last guy I went out with...we met at the LG Jazz in the Plazz, and after explaining to a friend all was cool, but to just not ask how we met, 30 seconds after we sat down, she said, "So Chica, where did you two meet?" I was quick witted and said, "Oh, we met over at the bench at 7". Bitch. (She said it was similar to pushing people in the water, but I think it is closer to just being a jerk. Payback is a bitch, and I can be too.)
Anyway, this guy said he was 6', but upon meeting, he was probably 5'9" and I was wearhing a sandally heel, so I was pushing 6'. While we were talking, I mentioned I was in a quandry about work, and he looked bewildered by what I meant. This happened a couple other times over the course of the night. Hmm. Then at dinner (which he bought--nice) I order something with shittake mushrooms. He said, "Sh-I-I-take? What is that?" He'd never heard of them. And in conversation, he said he'd only left the country 2 times, and the last time was the weekend before when he went to TJ. So when he asked about my summer, I felt like I was bragging about my trip, andit didn't get better when he asked if I'd been before, and I felt like I was confessing when I said it was actually my 5th trip. (Which is pretty cool come to think of it.)
Anywho, the search continues. I wish it didn't feel like work. Well, I guess since work doesn't seem like work, something has to. *sigh*
Friday, September 22, 2006
Oh Shit! Oceans!
So this is the start of my third year in kindergarten. I really feel like I've got the grade dialed pretty nicely, and things are flowing well. I know where they need to be by the end of the year, and how to utilize parents and volunteers so they do as much of my job as I can give them. Which is nice...
No, I don't do a newsletter a week, but I talk to parents and the kids each morning and afternoon about what they will do each day, so the parents always know and can practice at home. (doing a little bit of my job--see!) We have these little sayings for each letter and number..."over the rainbow, down the slide, two, two, two..." And "One is fun" (but two is better)--SS, the other teacher likes to add that last part.
Year started kinda crazy. Last year--90 kindergarteners. This year, 140. So we've added new people, including a former second grade teacher that I have become a mentor for. She watches me sing, dance, and teach in the afternoon then does a repeat performance for her class the next day. I have the usual group of students who don't speak the English, but overall, I'm sure they'll end up fine. This one kid runs around like a tank, He is very short, but kinda built like a sack of rice--one of those big bags from the Asian aisle in the supermarket. I tried to lift him on to the monkey bars, and let's say, it was a struggle.
Then today, we were working on the number three, and I held up a paper, and I hear this kid say, "Oh shit." "What?" I quickly asked. And he repeated himself, pointing to the paper. So I looked at it and realized there were OCEAN animals on it. Oh. That's different. Nevermind.
No, I don't do a newsletter a week, but I talk to parents and the kids each morning and afternoon about what they will do each day, so the parents always know and can practice at home. (doing a little bit of my job--see!) We have these little sayings for each letter and number..."over the rainbow, down the slide, two, two, two..." And "One is fun" (but two is better)--SS, the other teacher likes to add that last part.
Year started kinda crazy. Last year--90 kindergarteners. This year, 140. So we've added new people, including a former second grade teacher that I have become a mentor for. She watches me sing, dance, and teach in the afternoon then does a repeat performance for her class the next day. I have the usual group of students who don't speak the English, but overall, I'm sure they'll end up fine. This one kid runs around like a tank, He is very short, but kinda built like a sack of rice--one of those big bags from the Asian aisle in the supermarket. I tried to lift him on to the monkey bars, and let's say, it was a struggle.
Then today, we were working on the number three, and I held up a paper, and I hear this kid say, "Oh shit." "What?" I quickly asked. And he repeated himself, pointing to the paper. So I looked at it and realized there were OCEAN animals on it. Oh. That's different. Nevermind.
World Traveler, Part Dieu
So when I last left off…I was in Europa, living the dream. Times was good, the weather cooled down, the rain arrived and my hair (and I) continued to love it. Here is a quick list of fun times. I’ll fill you in on more specifics when I show pics in the near future:
Became an honorary Trinidad and Tobegan. D & I thought it would be fun to launch the Fete de Geneve off by being in a parade. That day involved painting a British guy in chocolate, getting dressed (in a house with no mirrors) in costumes owned by a girl who is 5’2”, marching in baby steps for 3 miles over a period of 3 hours, being in photographs and videos of people from all over the world (lots of middle eastern women in burka like get-ups) that with the grace of god I’ll never see. (Another reason I can’t run for public office. Sigh).
Sketching on trains. D & I had a lot of “together time” and as usual, it was great, we were consistently amused by one another. Except this one time. We were coming back from…somewhere…and we thought it would be fun to sketch one another. Only rule was that you couldn’t erase. D’s pic actually looked like me. She’s got some skills. Mine of her looked like a man who might be touching himself inappropriately. I couldn’t erase. I finally stopped drawing to stop the bleeding, but couldn’t stop laughing. Every time I looked, it made me laugh harder. Her reaction wasn’t the same. She seemed a bit insulted. “Is this how you see me?” I can be booked for children’s parties. More fun than a clown!
I saw Everest on a clear day. Well not really. It was the Matterhorn, but I couldn’t stop calling it Everest. Took an early morning train (4:45) to Zermott, which is an unbelievable town in the middle of Suisse. It only has miniature electric cars, horse drawn carriages, and lots of beautiful mountains. We toured around the town, including a stop in the climbers cemetery which is in the heart of town. People from all over the world, including some men that were only 17. Fact for those inclined to become mountaineers. My quick study noted that most people die on the way down. So don’t go thinking that’s the easy part. We took a series of three trams to the top which didn’t have snow, but it did have a great view of Everest and a fun teeter totter. We also ate roassti, which is a potato based dish, with cheese, sausage, and all good things. Kick ass. And the restaurant, Ya, they have lots of alcohol. Then we walked all the way down. And now you know that is the most dangerous part!
People in Geneva have NO IDEA WHAT WAKEBOARDING IS. Sure, they go out on boards on water, behind boats, but the lake is nothing but rough. “Wakeboarding” was like being in one of those old work out machines that puts a belt around your waist and shakes and jiggles your action.
Nothing small at Petite Palace. Our wild club night…G-Money missed the fun, but let me tell you--D & I did not. We went with a group of her friends…en route, we actually saw a stunningly attractive young guy driving a white Lamborghini. (Apparently it is a well-known and summer regular happening that Saudi princes fly in planes of their entourage and their cars.) Going into the place, we moved toward what we thought was the bar, but in actuality was a couple doing a sexy show where the big finish was oral sex. She was totally naked, he in a speedo. Then they finished up, we had some drinks, and they did the show again in an hour. This time on top of an American flag, so I gotta think that was a shout out.
Boys can be tricky. In Amsterdam, I found myself getting seduced by what I thought was a gay man (who was on vacation with his boyfriend). I thought I’d finally made a gay friend. I think I’m not metrosexual enough for the average gay fellow. But after seeing women with gay friends on Sex in the City, I wanted one. So when they were super friendly, bought us drinks and wanted to hang out, we were all for it. Then it began to dawn on us, that they were really coming on to us, and would love to be the bread in a D&K sandwich. So I guess in retrospect they were either tricky hetero guys, or bisexuals. Which just seems greedy. One or the other. Both? Really?
Amsterdam has the most memorable tour guides. Mike’s Bike Tour rocked. Diego the boat guy—loved him. Drunken whore tour guide. Not so good. But at least I saw where she may or may not have had sex with Quentin Tarantino while he was strung out on heroin writing Pulp Fiction. Which explains why that movie is so damn dark. And her boyfriend…kind of like a dirtier old man version of Dharma’s dad from that TV show a few years back.
So that’s some of what I could think of…times were great with G&D. We laughed, we ate, we drank, and we emailed. Many good times and memories. I always thought G and I would have been good roommates. I think he knows it now too. So many thanks to them, my loyal email correspondents, and all the cool peeps we met.
Became an honorary Trinidad and Tobegan. D & I thought it would be fun to launch the Fete de Geneve off by being in a parade. That day involved painting a British guy in chocolate, getting dressed (in a house with no mirrors) in costumes owned by a girl who is 5’2”, marching in baby steps for 3 miles over a period of 3 hours, being in photographs and videos of people from all over the world (lots of middle eastern women in burka like get-ups) that with the grace of god I’ll never see. (Another reason I can’t run for public office. Sigh).
Sketching on trains. D & I had a lot of “together time” and as usual, it was great, we were consistently amused by one another. Except this one time. We were coming back from…somewhere…and we thought it would be fun to sketch one another. Only rule was that you couldn’t erase. D’s pic actually looked like me. She’s got some skills. Mine of her looked like a man who might be touching himself inappropriately. I couldn’t erase. I finally stopped drawing to stop the bleeding, but couldn’t stop laughing. Every time I looked, it made me laugh harder. Her reaction wasn’t the same. She seemed a bit insulted. “Is this how you see me?” I can be booked for children’s parties. More fun than a clown!
I saw Everest on a clear day. Well not really. It was the Matterhorn, but I couldn’t stop calling it Everest. Took an early morning train (4:45) to Zermott, which is an unbelievable town in the middle of Suisse. It only has miniature electric cars, horse drawn carriages, and lots of beautiful mountains. We toured around the town, including a stop in the climbers cemetery which is in the heart of town. People from all over the world, including some men that were only 17. Fact for those inclined to become mountaineers. My quick study noted that most people die on the way down. So don’t go thinking that’s the easy part. We took a series of three trams to the top which didn’t have snow, but it did have a great view of Everest and a fun teeter totter. We also ate roassti, which is a potato based dish, with cheese, sausage, and all good things. Kick ass. And the restaurant, Ya, they have lots of alcohol. Then we walked all the way down. And now you know that is the most dangerous part!
People in Geneva have NO IDEA WHAT WAKEBOARDING IS. Sure, they go out on boards on water, behind boats, but the lake is nothing but rough. “Wakeboarding” was like being in one of those old work out machines that puts a belt around your waist and shakes and jiggles your action.
Nothing small at Petite Palace. Our wild club night…G-Money missed the fun, but let me tell you--D & I did not. We went with a group of her friends…en route, we actually saw a stunningly attractive young guy driving a white Lamborghini. (Apparently it is a well-known and summer regular happening that Saudi princes fly in planes of their entourage and their cars.) Going into the place, we moved toward what we thought was the bar, but in actuality was a couple doing a sexy show where the big finish was oral sex. She was totally naked, he in a speedo. Then they finished up, we had some drinks, and they did the show again in an hour. This time on top of an American flag, so I gotta think that was a shout out.
Boys can be tricky. In Amsterdam, I found myself getting seduced by what I thought was a gay man (who was on vacation with his boyfriend). I thought I’d finally made a gay friend. I think I’m not metrosexual enough for the average gay fellow. But after seeing women with gay friends on Sex in the City, I wanted one. So when they were super friendly, bought us drinks and wanted to hang out, we were all for it. Then it began to dawn on us, that they were really coming on to us, and would love to be the bread in a D&K sandwich. So I guess in retrospect they were either tricky hetero guys, or bisexuals. Which just seems greedy. One or the other. Both? Really?
Amsterdam has the most memorable tour guides. Mike’s Bike Tour rocked. Diego the boat guy—loved him. Drunken whore tour guide. Not so good. But at least I saw where she may or may not have had sex with Quentin Tarantino while he was strung out on heroin writing Pulp Fiction. Which explains why that movie is so damn dark. And her boyfriend…kind of like a dirtier old man version of Dharma’s dad from that TV show a few years back.
So that’s some of what I could think of…times were great with G&D. We laughed, we ate, we drank, and we emailed. Many good times and memories. I always thought G and I would have been good roommates. I think he knows it now too. So many thanks to them, my loyal email correspondents, and all the cool peeps we met.
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