Things I Learned in My First Zumba Class- RTT

So I took my first Zumba class at the gym last night. Here are some things I learned:

• When they say that it is a "shoes optional class", wear your shoes. Not only do my knees hurt like hell today from not wearing my shoes, but the bottoms of my feet were DISGUSTINGLY DIRTY when I got home. Gross.
• When I actually figure out what I'm doing, I think I'll be able to "rock it"  in the class (according to the instructor).
• The one man in the class can REALLY shake his money maker.
• No matter how much weight I lose, or how cute I look in the Zumba outfits, I will NEVER be able to move like the instructor. I am just not built that way.
• Hopping forward while shaking your chest is harder than it looks.
• The "bootie shake" is also harder than it looks.
• Randomly screaming "Woooooo!" in a high pitched voice is apparently a requirement to be in the class.
• Even though it doesn't feel like you are going to be sore the next day, YOU WILL BE. Advil or your choice of pain reliever is a must.
• It's actually a fun way to exercise.

Music Monday~ North Dakota

Although I am not a "country" music person, I LOVE Lyle Lovett. He's on my list of people to marry one day.

The boys from North Dakota
They drink whiskey for their fun
And the cowboys down in Texas
They polish up their guns
And they look across the border
To learn the ways of love

If you love me, say I love you
If you love me, say I do
If you love me, say I love you
If you love me, say I do
And you can say I love you
And you can say I do

So I drank myself some whiskey
And I dreamed I was a cowboy
And I rode across the border

If you love me, say I love you
If you love me, take my hand
If you love me, say I love you
If you love me, take my hand
And you can say I love you
And you can have my hand

I remember in the mornings
Waking up
With your arms around my head
You told me you can sleep forever
And I'll still hold you then

Now the weather's getting colder
It's even cold down here
And the words that you have told me
Hang frozen in the air
And sometimes I look right through them
As if they were not there

And the boys from North Dakota
They drink whiskey for their fun
And the cowboys down in Texas
They polish up their guns
And they look across the border
To learn the ways of love

Have a look here to see the video.
~Lyle Lovett- North Dakota

Too Crabby to Pee

This last week has been a long one. We just came off a four day "vacation" due to snow, ice and power outages the week before and started the new school week with a two hour late start. I like when we have late starts because I always get more done than when we have an early release. Not so Monday morning. All my co-workers came in to say hi and chat about the weather and the "vacation". I didn't get as much done as I would have liked, which started the week on a smallish crabby note.

As the week progressed, it kept getting worse and worse. I was SO tired in the afternoons, but couldn't sleep at night and was waking up between three and four AM. They kids were all out of whack from being gone unexpectedly for four days and it was a struggle to get them back on track.

Did I say that we were out of school unexpectedly for FOUR days????

There was a zero hour class to teach, an early staff meeting to attend and forty-seven thousand things to correct. I didn't even have time to pee.

I felt like I was getting sick with whatever yuk The Better Half got before embarking on a business trip to Ohio.

Not to mention fighting an allergic reaction to, of all things, laundry soap that caused an massive rash everywhere.

Needless to say, by Thursday, I was too crabby to pee.

Music Monday- Late

It seems that this is the story of my life lately. Not enough time to do anything let alone write. So, here's an installment of Music Monday on Friday... because that's the way my life is right now.

There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every step I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking viper
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path is must we
just because the son has come.

Jesus, won't you fucking whistle
something but the past and done? (x2)

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we dream forever?
I just want to start things over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.

Mother Mary won't you whisper
something but the past and done. (x2)

Why can't we not be sober?
I Just want to start this over.
Why can't we sleep forever?
I Just want to start things over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave.

Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust Me.

Why can't we not be sober?
I Just want to start things over.
Why can't we sleep forever?
I Just want to start this over.

I want what I want.
I want what I want.
I want what I want.
I want what I want.

~Sober: Tool