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My very stoic friend who's zipper broke on her dress the day before her wedding. As the sister of the groom noted, "Good thing good friends come in your exact same size, and with a wedding dress waiting to boot."

Bahahaha!

Good news!

I passed my check off. Barely. She even said, "I'm barely passing you." It's already been 3 1/2 hours since I took the test but I still keep thinking she's going to change her mind and call to say, "On second thought, that was so bad, I don't even know what you were thinking or what I was thinking for that matter. Fail."

I found sun-dried tomatoes in dry packing for $2 and turns out its super easy to rehydrate them.

That's pretty much all the good news I need to make it through the week.

Shoo, fly

As much as I love Texas, I could do without the teradactyl sized-mosquitos/dragonflies that swarm the skies.

Ka-blooie, if you will

For school we are required to go through a "check-off" (kind of like scholastic hazing) at the beginning of the semester. This includes performing several nursing skills in front of an instructor (who is predisposed to not like you) and not failing because not only will they make you feel totally incompetent (because you injected a needle at 40 degrees rather than the accepted 45), you'll literally fail the semester on the second day of school.

The skills are made up of anywhere between 15-25 steps each. There are 20 skills that you could possibly be asked to perform. So thats like an average of 400 steps to remember.

I feel like my brain is a water balloon only meant to hold 240cc (which equals 240 ml which equals 240 drams which equals 3600 gtt which equals 8 oz which equals blah blah blah...did I mention we have a whole separate test based on memorizing conversions?) and I'm at the point where it starts to get dangerously shiny and transparent the more water I pour into it and any second its going to burst open and become a big, wet mess (or in this case, my brains=everywhere).

So that's pretty much that.

Sometimes people ask me if I miss being single. But then I talk to friends who refer to the girls they meet as "randoms" and I think, you know, maybe being married is not so bad.

New school year = New Five Star planner

This year I went with pink, much like all the other years. The novelty of all those fresh pages and empty check-boxes never, ever gets old.

Pique this

So recently I've been teaching hip-hop at a studio here in Austin. The girls are all trained in classical ballet and I'm SO impressed at how well diciplined they are and how quickly they pick up choreography. So naturally I start getting intimidated. What? I know, they're only 12-14 years old but they're also only like 12-14 lbs each and they whip those skinny legs into extensions like nobody's business. (**As a side note I ran into my old ballet instructor back home in MD and she said to me, "I thought that was Kasey Wheeler, but you had hips!" All the sudden I was 12 again and she was telling me that fries won't make my jetes* any higher or my pirouettes any sharper. When she wants to get into your head there's nothing you can do but submit and pray that she didn't see you sneak that Moosetracks milkshake).

Anyway, moving away from insecurities that still haunt, these girls are good, but they're still bean-pole ballerinas. As part of my class I decided the best way to lighten everyone up and merge back into my comfort zone, would be the blast the song Shake It and have a 3 minute dance party. Unconventional? Yes? Did it make me feel better about myself? Def. Did it help the girls? I think so, but you know, if your instructor's self esteem isn't intact you've really got nothing now do you?

On a serious note, they did awesome after our "exercise" and I have decided mini dance parties are officially an effective technique.




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This song melts my heart

One year married. Woo! Love that Rob.