What I Would Give...

For one day of this. Total Bliss.

If I have to suffer through more of this 29 degree weather with no snow and now rain... I'm going to scream. Now some of you might be saying, 29!? Wow, that's warm.. or some of you might be saying..cough.. Island Girl.. cough.. I'm glad I'm further South than you are enjoying my Spring-like weather. But this Classy girl? She's stuck. In the dead of winter, freezing temperatures, no snow, therefore, no snow days where one would get work days cancelled, and really pretty pissed off about it. We all know how much I hate winter anyway, but add rain to the equation...this is ridiculous. Tell me how, Mr. Super Athlete got all of his classes cancelled today because of weather conditions and he lives approximately 45 minutes north of me. Here, however, we get freezing rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Bah! Sure, roads are bad, trees are down in some areas around me because of ice weighing down the branches, but other than that, it's not like it's snowing or anything.

I really need a vacation.

My newly revamped classroom is beautiful. We worked really hard to get it the way we wanted it and the way it should've been to begin with. The kids absolutely love it. This also means that they are crazy in it. Way too excited. A positive and a negative. I knew it would come back to bite me. Today has just been one of those days. Not necessarily bad, but one of those... you know. The kind you just wish you could've slept through. I feel like I've raised my voice far too much, but all of it was necessary. My boss laughed when I was upstairs earlier, saying "I bet my teachers are praying for a snow day, right Classy?" ..... She has no idea. This afternoon, my children will be performing a snow dance. What that is, I don't know at the moment, but anything to get a day off, works for me. We'll see how that pans out. For some reason, I feel like I'm not that lucky. We'll find out.

Why Do Mondays Come So Quickly?

Nothing so exciting to report from the weekend. I suppose I had enough excitement last weekend to last me for a while. Saturday was far too busy to be considered a Saturday. I sat at the doctor's office for two hours on Saturday morning waiting for them to tell me that I didn't in fact have an ear infection, it was just sinuses and I needed a Z-pac and a decongestant. Thanks for that. I could've told you that when I was giving you my name and insurance card. I was, however, more than thrilled for my left ear to finally pop after two days and my hearing to be fully restored. I swear, these children will be the death of me. And tomorrow, guess what... Monday again! The beginning of another week. Two weeks ago: Pink Eye; Last week: Near Ear Infection/Terrible Sinus Cold; This week: stay tuned! 

I know, I know, I should be thankful that I have a job. And I am. I really do enjoy my work. But after a while, as with any job, I firmly believe that everyone wishes for just a short period of paid unemployment. I'm just saying, it'd be nice. I couldn't do it all of the time, I'd get bored. But vacations are nice. Paid vacations even nicer. 

Next weekend's events: Mr. Super Athlete's 19th birthday--even though his id would say it's his 24th? Not the point. Parents are returning to the city to celebrate. In other words, Classy gets free stuff! Hooray for S.A's day of birth! There's already a nice dinner planned for Friday night, I'm sure I can get the madre out shopping on Saturday, and Daddy always leaves extra cash when he leaves his little girl. Therefore, I'm working, working out, and counting the days until another weekend arrives. Is that the way everyone else lives? Weekend to weekend? Unless you work on the weekends, I can't help but assume it is. Oh, the days back in college when every day's work was about 2 hours of class, 2 hours of napping and a party at least twice a week to attend.... sigh. 

"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays...." Office Space

And I'm Proud to be an American!

...I feel like I should stand and salute or something. ha. Happy First Day of Office to our new Mr. President! Happy Wednesday to the rest of us.. What a day yesterday was, huh? Now, it's not like me to talk politics. Don't for a minute think I plan on starting here either, but I must say what an extravagant event, Tuesday January 20, 2009 was. Unfortunately, I was unable to watch most of the day's events as I was at work. I was, however, able to catch his speech and pass it for a history lesson. My kids don't even know what the word history means, but hey, I had to watch. I was glad I did, too. I was moved. It was very powerful, I thought. No matter who you voted for, you had to feel proud in those few moment that our nation had potential to make up for some of the downfalls or flaws thoughout recent years. No matter who is at fault for them. Today however, if I were President Obama... I would be thinking, "What the hell did I get myself into?" Then again, that's why I wasn't the one running. On the way to work this morning, my favorite radio morning show shared his schedule for this, his first day... Let's just say, I'd want to go back to last night's parties. But let's cross our fingers, maybe there's a politician out there that can truly make change for the better of society. I'm praying.

I'm also praying that I can make it through the end of this week. My schedule is so thrown off! Not that it should be. It's not like I get to celebrate national holidays like MLK Day like the rest of you. I was at work... with only five children. Tell me why we couldn't have had a three day weekend like everyone else? Exactly. There is no good reason. But whatever, I'm not the boss... Unfortunately.

The upside to being at work all week, through holidays and more sickness, is that my co-teacher and I have been brainstorming. We've asked for the funds and special treatment as the "golden children" of our workplace and of course, got what we wanted. Our classroom is getting a makeover this weekend! It's very exciting. It will require us to come in and do a little extra work ourselves, but hey, it's what we do. Anything for the kids, right? Well, almost. We'll be envied by everyone else, and really, that's what I go for in my everyday life...

Kidding... Mostly.

Anyway, another refresher for my refreshing new attitude I'm going with lately. I'm not going to bore you with my workout/diet/healthy living rountines anymore, because as you've seen, I have another blog for that now, but I can't express to you how much it has helped my mindset. I am so much more positive, more energized... generally, just happier than I was before my gym membership processed. I love it. I'm on my second liter of water for the day and am actually looking forward to returning this evening for my cardio routine. I hope everyone else is having a good week. If not, we're half way to the weekend... head up!

Joining Forces!

Roxie and I are joining forces for our respective missions of "Lookin' Fine in '09!" We tried something new with a Word Press site, but please come see us! It's just our way of holding one another accountable while being so far apart along with recording goals and achievements, along with struggles and failures. Hopefully a lot more of the former... for your viewing pleasures! 

Get with us here! Happy Fitness! 

Oh, What a Night!

What a night, indeed. Saturday evening's festivities were outrageous. Island Girl and I went out with several other city friends in order to celebrate a 21st birthday. And this Classy girl let herself become more trashed than the newly legal. Not. Real. But you've been there, don't judge. Let's recap.

The night started off at my favorite bar. Sliding up to the bar semi-early, we quickly made friends with the bartender. While being charged fully for three rounds for myself and one round for two other friends... I was feeling generous... We then slid out to the bar next door to throw some darts. It is after all, what IG and I were known for. We're quite the team. After a few games, it was brought to my attention that sweet Island Girl was quite the charmer and if we were to slip back over to our first location, she had a free beverage waiting on her. When we returned, however, her drink buyer was nowhere to be seen. And so, we yelled at our friendly bartender. He, having seen the conversation prior to, offered a round. I asked for a beer, he made me a Rum Runner... but who are we to turn down free beverages? It pretty much went downhill from there. We were on a roll. After drinking twice as much as I had the first time I had parked myself at his bar and not paying for any of it, I was still fine and functioning... until I stood up... and thus, ended up in the bathroom stall with IG and another favorite city girl. Yeah. Bad. 

It's at this point that I must say, I usually am quite able to leave the bar with at least the slightest bit of dignity and well, class... at least make it home before I lose all control. However, with my recent mission still in full effect, I have not had much to drink at all in recent weeks, I had also not had much to eat in the latter part of the day, and therefore... I didn't so much make it home before I felt the full repercussions of my night o' festivity. I won't be headed back to said favorite bar for quite some time. Although, according to all of my newly made friends who were in and out of the restrooms, they'd "all been there, Honey."

I made it home and apparently made several humorous comments that I have no recollection of and let's just say, I don't have to count many of the calories from the evening. However, other than the tragic ending to the evening, time spent with IG, etc. was absolutely wonderful. We had such a blast. Quite the perfect reunion. Another will have to occur soon. It's a must. 

Drama Queen

Boy, am I blushing. Slight overreaction to Tuesday's events. My apologies for the ranting. Turns out, I was only deducted one point on my evaluation and it had nothing to do with the fact that I was late or that I had thoughts of child bowling. So we're square there. No worries.

This Classy Drama Queen does in fact have Pink Eye, however. Well, did... Still do I guess, but it's much better thanks to fabulous perscription eye drops. Bodelou, thank you for the sweet advice, but I had already paid $25 for mine. Thankfully enough, they worked quickly. So I'm okay with spending the money. Let's be real, I can't have pink eye balls for the pictures to be taken this weekend. So, although more than I wanted to pay for drops that supposedly cure my ails, it's okay. Bonus, today's payday. So once again, no worries.

The real excitement now lies within the next three days! My fabulous Island girl is headed to the city tomorrow afternoon! Hooray! I've worked out extra hard this week so I can enjoy all of the indulgences I'm most certain we'll find for ourselves. Good food, good music, good cocktails. Preferably quite a few of them. And lots of laughing. That pretty much sums up my favorite relationships in life. Including my friendship with I.G.

I've got some cleaning left to do around the apartment before tomorrow afternoon arrives. Cough. Still putting away Christmas. Cough... But other than that, I'm so ready for a relaxing and enjoyable weekend after this long week of infection, stress, and work. I hope everyone else enjoys their weekend! Happy Almost Friday from your once-in-a-while-a-little-too-dramatic Classy!

Surprise! You Suck at Life!

There should have been a sign on my bathroom mirror with these words in bright pink this morning. While waking up on time, I found that for the second morning in a row my right eye was slightly puffy and had excess 'sleep' around my eyelashes. Upon removing said 'sleep' I discovered it was slightly pink inside... If only this was the type of pink eye I was referring to. This I could handle. Except my eyes are blue. And I don't so much wear pink eye shadow very often. But that's not the point. Can anyone even remember the last time they had pink eye? Because I can't. I don't think it's full blown yet because it has yet to itch uncontrollably and water all of the time. I am, however, washing my hands eighteen times a day and steering clear of my coughing children who seem to swarm around me while jumping off the walls today with their snotty noses and unwashed hands. Gross.

Yes, this was the beginning of my morning. Followed by jumping into my car to realize I had plenty of time to get to work on time or maybe even a couple of minutes early. Until I looked down at my gas light. So, I stopped for gas, freezing. Roll into work about 5 minutes late to discover I'm being evaluated today by our Curriculum Coordinator. Fantastic.

Breathe in, Brush it off, Breathe out. You're fine.

My kids then proceed to be entirely out of control all morning. Fighting one another and running through the room, whinning and yelling. Do they know not to do this? Yes. Did they act this way yesterday when I wasn't being evaluated? Of course not. While I managed to be enthusiastic about my lesson even though I still felt terrible, I was pretty confident. It was too cold to go outside, however, and the longer the morning went on the more I wanted to knock their little heads together! Note: I would never. Just so you know. But I have thought about it. You would too.

When the CC left, my co-teacher just looked at me and laughed. She knew I was at a breaking point. Our last two evaluations have come back with perfect scores. They were both informal for me however because I had not been the lead teacher that day. Today, of course it was formal. And of course I was the lead teacher. It was my turn. And I sucked. You might think I'm being hard on myself. And I might be. I haven't gotten my scores back yet. But at this point, I want to press the rewind button and find myself back in bed cuddled up in my sweats. Or perhaps, fast forward until Friday. Eye drops in hand and work behind me for another weekend of bliss.

God help me. What a morning.

As Promised!

Random facts about Me!

Where do I begin? I've covered in past awards my love for iced tea, Law and Order, going out, taking pictures, college football, etc. So, now what?

Well...

1) How about I am the most impatient person ever. I want what I want when I want it. I want that new sweater, I want to get in shape, I want it all and I want it quickly. I can't help it. I've heard I have quite the patience with children. At least I show that I do. Most times on the inside, I'm screaming "What can't you just do what I ask you to do!?" It's a flaw. Whatever. 

2) Whenever I do get married, it will be on the beach. There can't be a more beautiful backdrop than the white sand and the blue ocean. It's what I've always wanted and you can bet that I will not compromise. 

3) With that being said, unlike the majority of my friends, I'm not in a rush to get married. I'm happy where I am and I'm not so concerned with "growing up" or racing to "join the club" of new wives. It's not at the top of my list. Yes, of course I want to get married, but not tomorrow.

4) I love going to the movies. The whole cinematic experience beats renting a movie any day of the week. My routine is as follows: middle of the theatre, small popcorn, small Dr. Pepper or Diet Coke. I think I get this from my mom. She's a movie fanatic. Especially during Oscar Season. 

5) I also love going to concerts. As you can tell I'm a big fan of entertainment. Last year, I saw Carrie Underwood, Lady Antebellum, Jason Aldean, and a few others in smaller venues. The year before, Sugarland, Little Big Town, Jake Owen... all in one fabulous night. I've seen John Mayer three times. Tim McGraw, Faith Hill, Garth Brooks, Backstreet Boys and Mandy Moore (Don't Judge, I was young),... the list goes on. I. Love. Music. Especially, live. 

6) Along with getting married oceanside one day, I'd pretty much love to be there all the time. Life as one big vacation would be fantastic. You've already heard I have seasonal depression which means, of course, I'm a big fan of summer, warm weather, and you guessed it... the beach. The best week of the entire year: Vacation week. 

7) In loving warm weather, I hate being cold. Hate. It. And I feel like I always am during the winter. Sweat pants are a favorite necessity. Along with fuzzy blankets and oversized sweatshirts. Basically, I'm counting down the days until Spring finally arrives again...

Okay, I'm done for now. I'm sure you'll be learning more random facts soon enough. Thanks so much for my awards and for reading. I love sharing this blogging world with you! Hope you all had a great weekend!

One Small Step for Man, One Giant Step for Mankind

... Or in my case, one small step for systematic workouts, one giant step for Classy. Last night, I ran for 45 minutes and completed over four miles worth on the elliptical machine. Now, I am well aware that the elliptical is not as intense as actually running for four miles outdoors or on the treadmill. But I was proud of myself. I went hard for at least 45 minutes, upping the endurance levels, upping the pace, and on occasion moving backwards in order for other muscles to be worked. For it to be my first strictly cardio workout without weights in between, I felt empowered... and thirsty... when all was said and done. I also found that I need new running shoes. Those of you who know me best are probably rolling your eyes or laughing at me. Some might say I always think I need new running shoes, as I've worked in a running shoe retailer for a good portion of my younger days. I have quite the collection. However, when you know what works and what is good, you go with it. Don't settle for old, dirty, or worn out shoes. I'm a New Balance girl myself. They make you run faster, you know? .... ha. Anyway. Like I said, small steps. I'll get there. New or old shoes. Have no doubts.

Also have no doubts that tomorrow is finally Friday. Because once again, we've come to the end of a hard week and the weekend awaits us. Thank God. This week has seemed longer because of the last two weeks holding holidays in which Miss Classy didn't have to work. Unfortunately, this week, we ran out of holidays. But I've almost made it anyway. I have no real plans for the weekend as of yet. A friend that has been home for the holidays for what seems like ages, is returning to the city. And the other third of my little city trio is off of work for the weekend as well. I see some sort of mischief on the horizon. We'll see. Even more exciting than this weekend is the following weekend. My favorite Island Girl is finally getting back into my life. And God knows, we always find a good time somewhere. I can't wait. It's been far too long.

Between now and then, I'll be running, running, running! I must say it's been a while since I've felt this good. Amazing, huh?



Side note: I know I've had a couple of awards thrown my way and I haven't forgotten you. Random facts of Classy coming soon. Promise! Thank you!

Every Inch of Me Aches!

So, one could say Saturday's work out was successful. To put it politely. I would say, I kicked my ass so hard that two days later I still can hardly walk. To put it impolitely. 

The small ice pack in this picture wouldn't do me any good. Not at all. I would need an ice bath. But that sounds terribly uncomfortable. How about a hot tub? Yes. Perfection. I need a hot tub. For about six hours straight. With perhaps a cocktail. You know, numb the pain. That sounds glorious. Absolutely glorious.

My brother tells me that this kind of pain is good for me. Mr. Super Athlete himself says that he's proud of my efforts and that the pain means that it's working. I certainly hope it's working. Because if this were all for not, we'd have major issues to sort through. I'm on a mission though. You all know this. And I'm not letting up or giving up due to the first few days of aches and pains. You better believe I'm stronger than that. Well, more determined anyway. Roxie told me today that the second day after a hard work out is supposed to hurt the most. I hope that's true. I also hope that day three lets up because I'm back in the gym tomorrow after work, says my training schedule. Yes, I made a schedule. I told you I was determined. 

Along with my w.w. diet plan that I've returned to with my co-teacher, I'm hoping for at least small visual results soon. But even so, if not, I'm not giving up and I won't be discouraged. That's my fault you see. I lose patience. But not this time. Fingers crossed. 

Happy Monday!

"And They'll Be Lining Down the Block, Just to Watch What I Got"

Okay so this is Fergie, not me. I look nothing like Fergie. But there's nothing quite like starting your workout with Fergalicious, right?  Tell me I'm wrong. 

Happy 2009!

I hope everyone had a fantastic New Year's Eve celebration! Mine was small but perfect. Lots of food and lots of beverage. All was enjoyed. New Year's Day--my original first real day of getting real with myself as far as my new diet and work out lifestyle-- consisted of the hang over cure... Ihop. Therefore, January 2, 2009 was named "the first day of the rest of my life." 

Okay okay, I'm being dramatic. But it was a new start and I was more than ready for it to begin. My gym membership was processed and paid for and in a little under an hour, Mr. Perfect and I will be headed that way for the first time. I am SO excited. That's an understatement, really. Who gets so excited to go work their ass off for an hour or so? This girl. I'm more excited about getting back to a healthy mindset, mentally and physically. As Elle Woods tells us, "Exercise gives you endorphins, endorphins make you happy, and happy people just don't go out and kill their husbands. They just don't." While, I don't have a husband to kill, I am thrilled with the thought of feeling better, looking better, and moving on with this new life a little better... with a better attitude, I mean. 

In any case, you can see the mood I'm in on this beautiful Saturday morning. I hope everyone else has a great weekend as well! Much love to my wonderful blogging friends and Happy New Year!