warming trends

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this weather is so fucking weird. i was walking home today from the studio and i had to take off my jacket. it's january 12th, it's supposed to be cold and snowing and miserable and yet it's like this. i'm feeling really disturbed by that actually.

people keep saying that it always gets this warm in the winter at least once and that it's nothing. and sure we do always have warm spells in the winter but folks? where the hell WAS winter before the warm spell? i mean sure we had a little snow (and i danced in it more than once) but none of it stuck around and it only lasted for a week or two...

so yeah i know we get warm spells... in FEBRUARY but this is january and we never got the cold patch. in fact the other day i heard crickets. hell i expect to see daffodils any day now. except i won't because i don't think they ever got cold enough to get triggered.

did i mention the weather is tripping me out?
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dammit.

fucking firefox.
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just got back from a quick climb (7-8 routes) with mg and let me tell you i am really glad that my teacher is back in town. i have this persistent ache at the top of my thoracic spine and it's fucking up my fingers and my forearms. like i can't crimp for shit and right now i have some sore places that are not used to being sore. and man am i pumped.

not to mention? I get THREE weeks in a ROW of privates with her. this is so freaking cool. i can work out all my shit and ask about my tough clients. it's perfect.

AND? there's another one of those anatomy in clay workshops this weekend where we work on the hip. it's going to be awesome. plus? and i know i've said this before but what the hell, making little muscles out of clay and sticking them in plastic is wicked fun somehow. as is the fantastic lecture on what the muscle does while you're making it.
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okay i did it.

i changed the cd.

back to james blunt with some xavier on deck.
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i'm a little tripped out right now because i told my mother about my blog a while ago and then i never heard anything else about it. so i assumed she wasn't reading it.

turns out she was just taking her time. hopefully i haven't shocked her overmuch.

what's weirder is that my dad is reading it too. why is this weirder? i thought for certain that he'd be like 'man you're nuts' and stop reading. *laughing*

anyway, welcome parents to my corner of the internet. y'all be nice to my folks. (don't worry about shocking them though, they've known me for years)
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i did it.

i gave notice on my sunday morning class. last night actually.

i got up the gumption and suddenly i just knew it was time and past time so i did it while i still had the courage.

i'm really sad to be giving it up, in fact my heart is clenching a little with the thought. i love those ladies. they came to my class when i was still shitty and new and they supported me and gave me good advice and asked for me to get more classes.

they're awesome and such fun to teach and now? i'm leaving them.

i feel really weird and sad but i just can't bear it anymore. 7:30 on a sunday morning is too early to work. especially when you're working a 6 day week. plus no one is ever willing to sub it and i can only ask a pool of like 5 teachers that work at that facility.

my two other sunday things are a breeze. one is a client i just cancel or move and the other is a class i can ask ANY teacher to sub. also it's at noon.

when choosing between getting up at 7:30 and getting up at 9:30 or 11 you gotta go with the part that involves sleeping past nine.

you gotta.

oh i'm sad.

but? the other side of the coin is that i get my weekends back... so i'm not that sad. it's more that i feel i'm betraying them somehow.

i know, i'm silly... but nonetheless it's how i feel.

BUT??

SUNDAY MORNINGS !!!!
:)


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ps xavier looks to be staying awhile...