Snow.

I’m sore, and I am getting worse as time passes on. HOW DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?

I mean, I snowboarded all day on Saturday. I woke up sore on Sunday and proceeded to sit my ass down for the entire day on Sunday, but I woke up sorer today? By this logic, I work out – get sore. I sit on my ass- get sore. Shouldn’t I be receiving the same type of fitness benefits for sitting and working out? It makes sense to me.

We left on Friday afternoon in dreary weather to be greeted with Sunshine and ice-bit air on Friday evening. I soon discovered that there are essentially two kinds of snow weather. The snow weather in April and the snow weather in January. We’re talking a 20- 30 degree difference!!

I wore sweats, three layers, snow pants, snow jacket, gloves, and wool socks (thanks to ash!), and you walked outside –insta bone freeze. So, note to self – get thermals. Really, get your own cloths beverley. Some day – when I’m rich and famous.

Ashley is much better than me. She has been trying to teach me a few skills, but I don’t listen. I just barrel down the hill screaming and hope that I don’t crash into the lodge. Luckily, I didn’t take anyone else. As long as you don’t count getting off the lift because I did take Ash out twice, and I held on to some stranger’s arm and made him take me to the top of the bunny slope. Thanks dude.

Learning to snowboard is so discouraging, but it can be fun…. Until the hotshots come out to play on the bunny slope, and they come so close to you and kick snow in your face, so, you fall flat on your ass, again. That’s alright hotshot you snowboard down as fast as you can, but you’re 10…. After this, I’m gonna drive home and drink a beer. So THERE!

Snow!

So, I'm heading to the snow this weekend.

I usually go once a year with Ash, and we usually go towards the end of the season where there are lots and lots and lots of ice to cushion my toosh.

This time, we're going in the midst of a blizzard.

I am trying not to jinx it or panic, but it's not looking good out there. It has started raining, and it has not stopped! EEEEEEEKKKKKK!!!

I called Pash around 11am and I said, "I never said I love you this morning, and just in case I die, I want you to know that I love you. Ok, that's it."

He thinks I'm crazy, but I'm not.

Ha

I almost killed a pedestrian today.

And if I had, he would have TOTALLY deserved it! I’m serious…

I’m juggling so many balls these days, and it’s causing the huge amounts of stress. This morning I woke up with a laundry list of items that I must accomplish before I get to work today:
I had to pack stuff for the snow, fit it in the car, realize that it’s gonna show in the car so I can’t have it on the street all day, so I have to drive to work, where am I going to park?, oh, don’t forget the sewing machine, then I have to make sure I have my resume and my headshot, my make –up, directions to the new audition location, send my homework in on time, and coffee!! BRING THE COFFEE!

Once I finally settled into the car, feeling extremely aggravated, I drove off to work with my friend and her sister in the car. We were headed down Columbus Street, it’s 8:00am in the morning, we’re amongst the San Francisco commuter traffic and some little dude begins to stroll into the traffic. ARE YOU KIDDING?!?!?!

Seriously, dude, you can’t just step into the street into on coming traffic just because you have this neat little orange vest with light reflectors dressing up your outfit. I saw that exact same vest at Wal-mart the other day, and you don’t see me walking around the streets of San Francisco wearing it around thinking I OWN the place…cause you don’t. I have a car. Car hits person. Car wins! I trump you! I don’t care about your stupid little vest especially since you’re driving around a big truck delivering bakery goods! I know my rights, and I KNOW that I don’t have to yield to a bakery deliverer wearing a neon vest!

Ok! So THERE!

I'm swamped

And I still have not come above water.

This will change next week when Pasha starts practice for his third soccer team this season. Sometimes I hate soccer season because he's gone Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, sometimes Friday and Sunday. Then Saturday, the holy day, he's too damn tired to do anything. I really don't have ANY room to talk on this subject, since, I have rehearsals every night of the week.

However, I'm not rehearsing for anything right now, and so, someone must call the wahmbulance.

I will live, it's true, but I'm pouting.

MLK

Why do I all my friends and family have MLK off except ME?!?!?!?

Wah!

It's so not fair.

Another Audition

How anti-climatic these auditions have become, even the auditions that I have mentally prepared for for 365 days and actually...probably more than that. (sigh)

It's pathetic really, when you think about it. I mean TWO MINUTES. I sweat it out for a year for a measly two freakin' minutes.

I did ok. It went by so fast that I can't really tell you what went well and what went horrible. The bart ride home was interesting though, but I'll leave that for another post.