Adrenaline Junkie?

Who'd ever thought?

I would lay money down on the fact that my yesterday was better than your yesterday.

I went back to Tent Rocks. I might be addicted. This time...I almost died.

I got to the top of the mountain, which is mildly challenging but no big deal. Then, some strange possession came over me and I decided to climb down the mountain...the wrong way. Like...over the edge of the cliff. Death wish? No. Longing to prove something? Maybe. Dude fun? Yes. Idiot move? Yes.

I slid down one steep, unstable hill on my butt, getting plenty of scratches on my back, then stepped carefully along the side of the mountain, holding on to rocks that were hardly attached to the mountain. I came to a ridge where I had to kinda make a jump. I was scared as hell. When I got to the lower part i was like "shit it's too late....there's no choice but to go down." Down I inched.

Then, realized, there was no way down to the ground. No way. Hell to the no way. I had to go back up.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. "I don't think I can do it. Helicopters are going to have to come save me."
The earth was unstable. Each step just brought me back down.
I swung my feet into the loose earth so that they'd stick. Each step was grueling on my muscles. I climbed like a spider monkey. (No i don't really know how a spider monkey climbs.) I held onto small plants and walls of earth. I got to that ridge and stood there, scared to death. I can't do it, I thought. I found a rock in the wall that would probably hold me for a split second and that's all I needed. I stepped on it and thrusted myself up onto the next slanted surface, holding onto the dirt for my life. I watched rocks tumble down the mountain and knew that could be me.
I made it to the top after a struggle. Only I couple cuts on my hands, legs, and back. But a huge step for me in bravery, will power, and strength.

Will i do that again? Not likely. Too dangerous. But dude I did it.
And I'm that much closer to Kilimanjaro. Merher.

Miss Thunder Cloud

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

First day back after Spring Break. Children. Behavior. Enough said.

I'm sick and tired of the excuses. "Oh it's because it's the day after Spring Break." "Oh it's because it's sunny out." "Oh it's because last week was Halloween." "Oh it's because it's Friday."
Ohhhhhh...I'm sorry, school, THAT's why we got nothing done today...AGAIN.

No. No more. Stop it. No more excuses.
Now I'm mean. and boring. and I don't like it. But I love my boogies so much I could die for them. All 350 of them.


I want them to feel success.
I'm off my program. I'm confused and tired and air-headed. I forget what my goals are, and I'm too disorganized to list and simplify them.

In better news, Blue Corn has Wi-Fi.

To flaunt or not to flaunt...

It's a pre-decided thing that on gig days, I do not get anything done. Too much to think about. I'm ready a bit too early. And all I can do is sit and wonder if I'm dressed too slutty. I feel skinny enough to wear this dress, with the on-purpose split in the side and feathers over the boobs. Still, i recall the band and band's parents talking about how I was not dressed enough for our first gig...and this is a similar situation.

Whatever...it's gonna be a good time tonight. No one, not even my desire to reach 121 lbs this year, is going to get in between me and green beer...maybe I'll even get the courage to Irish Car Bomb.

Sincerely,
Slutastic.

Spring Break

Today was a good day. Macbook got all brand new and shiny at the iDoctor (Apple store in Albuquerque) and I went for a fantastic hike at Tent Rocks National Monument. Weaving in and out of large sedimentary rock fixtures in the warm sun. A good sweat and burning feeling in my butt from climbing up up up a la Inca Trail. Marveling at these gigantic pieces of rock. Encouraging people passed by me on my way up - "you're almost there!" - and I returned the favor on my way back down. A hell of a view from the top. A few hours of bliss.

Then I came home and took Stella for a quick sprint.
Girls on the Run starts on Tuesday and I gotta get fit to lead those girls! I'm hoping *knock on wood* that we get enough girls in the program by Tuesday to run it.

Tomorrow night is our St. Patty's gig at Evangelo's which should be hotttt.
I'm so tired.

Girls on the Run

Dad had a heart attack last Saturday and things have been hard. The clickpad of my mac is ridiculously acting up and i had to practically smash the thing to get to blog this.

School has improved for the most part. Behavior is still silly, but not like mad-bad. I've gotten tougher and most kids have grown to like me more. I have but a few days to decide how I am going to further the expression of my next year's intentions. There are possibilities. For next year and for life.

I've started an after-school chorus for my elementary school, which has been less than perfect, but it's nice to be with my kids that actually like singing a lot. I've joined the community college's Chamber Singers, and Gin & Subtonic continues to gig. Lesson plans, concert plans, bus requests, permission slips, and more continue to pile up.

Now, as if I didn't have enough on my plate, I've begun the process of becoming a coach for Girls on the Run. GOTR is a program for our 3rd through 6th grade girls to learn about healthy eating habits, boosting self-esteem, and the benefits of exercise. There is set curriculum from the program, but they need teacher-runners to support the lessons and....RUN. We will be training together twice a week after school for a 5K at the end of May. Damn am I excited. I love these girls.

Let's see how it goes!