Wednesday, April 11, 2012

5K, Easter, & Club Stuff

I'm trying not to laugh right now.  S.P. is teaching my 6th period class, and she barely started them on a journal entry when you could already hear cries of:  "What do we do again?' and "I don't have a pencil!" reverberating through the room.  Welcome to my world.  I guess it's only amusing to me because I'm currently not the one who has to deal with it.

This week has been agonizingly busy, even though it's barely begun.  After work on Friday, Clint's grandpa was visiting from Arizona, so we met him and the rest of the family for dinner at good ole' La Casita-------

Got interrupted for awhile.  Now I'm subbing for a few minutes in my friend's classroom.  Anyway, on Saturday morning I-------

Okay, now it's the next day.  Maybe I should take the hint and give up on this entry?  It's tricky writing a post when you're limited to the little snippets of time available at work.  Oh well, I'll try plucking away at it for a little while longer and see how far I get.  S.P. is leading the class in a spelling bee right now, so that should buy me some time.

Anyway, on Saturday I ran the 5K.  It was such an awesome experience and I will definitely sign up for another one in the future.  I ran the entire thing with Moo, and neither one of us stopped during the duration of the event.  This was odd to me, because every time I ran the track at my work, the furthest I could run without stopping was a little less than two miles.  The 5K was 3.1 miles, yet we never stopped.  I'm not sure what was different or what exactly changed...maybe the fact that we were surrounded by others gave us that extra push; I don't know.  I do remember that exact moment when I realized I was going to run the whole thing.  Amanda and I had just started, and she set a pace that I was incredibly comfortable with.  We had been running for about half a mile when I realized that I was breathing heavily, but I wasn't even close to being winded.  At that point, I felt this surge of excitement, because I realized I could keep going indefinitely.  I grabbed Amanda's arm and said "Moo, we've got this!" and she nodded happily.  The rest of the 5k was tiring, of course, but also exhilarating.  It definitely wasn't the torture I had been expecting.  The weather was gorgeous, and I remember while I was running and listening to my music, I had that feeling for a few seconds that there was nothing else in the world I'd rather be doing at that moment.  I know that's incredibly corny, but I don't care.  :)  At the end of the 5K, we were greeted with cheers, water, and sliced oranges.  A tiny bit of paradise.      

After the 5K we went to Teri's house for brunch.  Later that night my parents came over for dinner.  My parents rarely come to my house, so it was a lot of fun having them over.  My mom and I talked each other's ears off, and she showed me how to play "Draw Something" and "Family Feud" on my iPhone.  "Draw Something" is my favorite--such a simple, addictive little game, even though I'm really bad at drawing with my finger on a tiny screen.  Now I'm playing the game with my mom, Shan, Clint, my friend Lauren from work, and my friend James from high school.

Sunday was Easter, of course, and we did our normal Easter stuff.  This year it was at Moo's house, and she did a great job hosting.  Everything was very cute, from the food to the decorations to the elaborate treasure hunt she provided for the kids (complete with paper clues).  Next year Easter is at my house.  I already warned everyone to not expect the same quality as this year's.  My version of an Easter egg hunt pretty much consists of throwing eggs in the backyard amongst the weeds and dirt, and crossing my fingers that the dogs don't gulp too many of them down before the kids find them.

Last night, my Builders Club joined forces with three other clubs and made blankets for kids in homeless and domestic-violence shelters.  For the first hour we all ate dinner (spaghetti, garlic bread, salad, and cake), but after that we got to work.  In about an hour's time, we had completed thirty blankets (we were divided into groups, and each group completed three to five blankets).  We did this same project last year, and like then, it was a lot of fun.

Today is Trin's birthday, so we're taking her out to dinner tonight.  Friday night she's having a slumber party, which is always sheer insanity.  I thought it would be nice to have it on Friday instead of Saturday, that way I could still have the rest of my weekend free.  But when I made her invitations, I completely forgot that  I have Community Clean-Up Day (CCD) with Builders Club on Saturday morning.  In October, I did CCD the morning after the dojo's Halloween party, so I had the wonderful experience of picking up trash in a desert with a hangover.  This year, I don't plan on being hung over (although a little bit of happy juice probably wouldn't hurt), but I know I'll probably be completely thrashed from having to monitor half a dozen girls all night.

It just now occurred to me that I'm living the same life, year-after-year.  I just now wrote about three different events that I wrote entries about last year (slumber party, blanket making, and CCD).  It's like being stuck in a time loop, except for by some ironic twist of fate, I'm still aging.

Okay, well this next thing is different.  Me and "A" met in Ontario on Monday night so that I could deliver her painting.  She offered to drive to my house to pick it up, but she lives all the way down in Hollywood, so I thought it was only fair to meet her half-way.  When I gave A her painting, she over-paid by $70.  I told her that she had given me too much money, but she refused to take it back and told me to keep it as a tip.  How great is that?!  I'll post a picture of the final painting on my art blog, but I probably won't get to it until next week.

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Now it's 7:24 p.m.  Guess I should publish this entry before it ends up spanning for an entire week.

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Yikes, now it's 8:15.  I was getting ready to post entry when one of my student's parents came knocking on my door.  It's a long story.  Okay, I'm clicking the publish button NOW.