I'm too young to feel this old

So, Drill Team and Color guard tryouts kicked-off yesterday and yours truly is in charge of the making-upage of the routines as well as teaching.  So, I made up the routines during my planning and felt pretty good.  That afternoon, I was showing all those girls how it's supposed to be done.  "No, spin that humongous flag this way....lindy this way...kick this high..pas de bourree like this.." After practice I was thinking to myself, "dang, I still got it.  Look at me, I'm not even out of breath or hurting.  Nothing has fallen off." Today: different story.  My right shoulder feels like it is hanging on by a thread.  My calves are so sore that I'm pretty sure I looked like I had some serious walking issues.  Needless to say, I had some seniors helping me today and mostly suspiciously walked around. 

Change of subject but I have to bring it up.  For Christmas, the middle school administration gave us these really cute shirts that say "Don't Make Me Get Out My Red Pen" and I decided to wear mine today.  I went through the entire school day with a jacket on.  I didn't notice until my show choir kids pointed out that my jacket covered up all of the words except, of course, the words "make" and "out".  So, basically, I promoted making-out for an entire school day.  Classy.

Finally, I think I have next year's show choir show set!  Theme: Icon Status.  Envision this: we open with M.J.'s "Black or White", lead into Queen's "Killer Queen", slow it down with Aerosmith's "Angel", hype it back up with Outcast's "Hey Ya", keep up the energy with Brittney's "Toxic" or Lady Gaga's/Madonna's "Born this Way/Vogue" mash-up (only undecided one), and close with Usher's "More". Woooooot.  I'm gonna have fun choreographing those...that is, if I don't fall apart doing it.

The final word of the day.  "Whisper".  Could we all promote this?  Spread it like wildfire.  Teach it to the children of the world. 

What the heck does "normal" mean, anyway?

It seems, lately, that I find myself asking whether I'm normal or not.  After that, I ask, "what the heck does normal mean, anyway?"  My friend google says it means "conforming to the standard or the common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural"...blah blah blah..I guess it all depends on where you are.  Like, around my boos, I seem pretty normal...you know who you are, "boos". haha.  I mean, I have something in common with them and can relate to them.  Other times, around non-boos, I'm like "holy cow...I just don't fit in here"  Then, I have to ask, "is it normal to ask whether or not you are normal?"  I couldn't be the only person wondering this, right?  You know, though, I'm not so sure I want to just "conform to the standard or the common type".  Where is the fun in that?  Anyway...

Anyone want to send me some money?...never hurts to ask, I guess...

Where do I even start?

Oh boy, where to begin?  First of all, blogging is therapeutic, right?  In that case, I shall try to keep this up.  First of all, shout out to all of the middle school teachers out there.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with tweens or teaching, in general, imagine this:  35 kids with raging hormones that cannot remain still or quiet for more than 2 seconds.  Also, middle schoolers find it necessary at all times to taunt one another.  Now, imagine trying to teach these kids how to stand on stage, perfectly still and quiet, until they sing two art songs, one of which is completely Latin.  Now, imagine scheduling a rehearsal in which half of them do not show up.  Welcome to my world.  Well, part of it.  Hats off to the parents who encourage these kids.  Whew.  Glad I got that off my chest.

Who's excited about tall vowels and crisp consonants?!..  Had to get that out just one more time.

Next thing.  Being an adult is hard.  It would be nice to scream at people that act crazy, but, really?  Could I really do that without being crazy, myself?  I think not.  Such is the world.  Thus, I will continue reminding myself that I am not crazy, it's just the people around me...except the sane ones.

Next.  Purchasing a home is hard.  I mean, I signed 38 pieces of paper today.  38 pages!  Holy..I'm just gonna make up a word because that is CRAZY.  Here we go with craziness, again...Holy bedonkadoo! 

The way I see it, everyone should just be nice to one another.  Seems elementary, huh?  Think about it, though.  How many problems would be prevented if people were just, plain and simple, courteous?  You know what I say at least once a day?  "Thanks."  That's right.  I'm not exaggerating or trying to be a do-gooder.  It just makes me feel better and, hopefully, it makes the person receiving it feel better, as well.  Also, no matter what, I try to smile as much as possible.  Again, not trying to be a do-gooder.  It just makes me feel better.  Call me silly.  I might just smile and say "thank you" in return.