just me

just me
Originally uploaded by shuboy.

geez. I used to look like this

What time is it?

Why, WHY do i always wake up exactly six hours after I've fallen asleep? WHY??? Here it is 6:00AM on a Saturday morning and I've been awake for an hour. The SO will be asleep for at least another 3 hours, so I'm left to my own devices...
What to do, what to do? Prolly laundry. That would be glamorous. Or maybe clean my shower... even MORE glamorous.
Maybe I'll get back into bed and read. Hopefully I'll fall asleep again. or not.
Nothing major on the calendar today except dinner in Pleasanton (AAARGH!!!!!!! why can't they EVER cross the freakin' bridge???) for the SO's dad's b-day. I went to Harry and David yesterday and put together a gift basket for him. Now i'm thinking it's lame. I don't know why I care. I mean, i'm sure his dad will like it. Just a couple of jars of something or other and some asiago cheese crackers. oh. and some truffles. I've never been into a Harry and David before in my life. I had some sort of smoked salmon fantasy when i walked in... for some reason, I never made it to the smoked salmon. I think it was because I was loaded down by three gigantic shopping bags (I did easter baskets for my girls).
"Hi! would you like to try our Moose Mash?"
"Um, no." (it's not that I had anything against the mashings of moose. I HAD THREE GIGANTIC SHOPPING BAGS in my hands!) "But could you help me? I need to get something for my b/fs dad. It's his birthday tomorrow"
*blank look, weird smile from the pretty girl holding the Moose Mash*
"Oh! Okay. How about some Moose Mash?" What IS IT with the Moose Mash???????
"No."
"Okay, well lemme just put this down." FINALLY.
After pointing out an entire wall of bing cherries covered with a wide assortment of colored somethings that made them look like peanut M&Ms on steroids, we made it to the back wall where the "savory" stuff was. I'm sure I tortured the salesgirl by asking her if she'd tried each of the items she suggested... I decided to go with the stuff that made her eyes glaze over when she admitted to having tasted it. She was pretty and a bit chubby - I figured she knew what she was talking about.
Off to the register where the elaborate creation of the 'Basket' took place. While I waited patiently, trying to corral my shopping bags away from the other shoppers, a woman came up to the register to make her purchase. Instead of pulling out her wallet, she pulled out an envelope explaining (in more detail than truly necessary) that she hadn't activated her new credit card yet. "could I use your phone to call my credit card company?" Never ceases to amaze me how some people can be so inconsiderate. What in the world would make her think that it would be okay to turn a transaction that would normally take less than 2 minutes into the debacle that ensued? Why would she think that anyone behind her in line would be just THRILLED to wait for her while she activated her credit card. Just how busy could this woman's life BE that she couldn't have taken the time BEFORE going shopping to activate her credit card? And why was her hair so ugly?
Wow... i've digressed. Anyhow, I think the gift i got for SO's dad is lame. Maybe I'll get him a GC at Border's or something.

Migvel

Well, I got a check from the High School where I taught a couple of weeks ago. They spelled my middle name, "Migvel".
What's that about? A sign that means I shouldn't get paid for having had such a good time? Prolly just a typo.

OH my

well, it looks like it worked.
this is what i ended up getting when Huf couldn't figure out how to sell me a pair of shoes. sheesh. not quite an equal trade off... could've bought 6 pairs of shoes for the price of this yummy little accessory... gotta be careful not to turn into a watch whore. gotta stick with shoes. much cheaper.
i remember my dad telling me, "you should always have a nice watch and good shoes". makes sense. just following orders.

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Originally uploaded by shuboy.

still trying to do this...

just trying something...

i'm trying to figure out how to post pics...
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Teaching

okay. it went great. it's GOING great. just did my second day of teaching High School kids "One" from A Chorus Line. They're doing pretty well. They actually remembered what I had taught the day before. apparently, they snuck into the studio after school on my first day with them and practiced on their own. they even dug up the chorus line CD. I guess that's a good sign.
There are 20 of them spread between two classes. one class is 'more advanced' than the other. some of them stand out in my mind... not necessarily because they're good. There's the one girl in the less advanced class who has all the steps down. She's small, but she looks powerful (?), kinda' like a gymnast. She dances with a completely blank look on her face. When I tell them to smile, her face lights up and she's beautiful.
There's a blond girl in the advanced class who's a bit of a train wreck. She dances the number like a stripper. She never takes her eyes off of her reflection in the mirror, completely focusing on the pouty, "sexy" looks she's making.
There's another girl in the advanced class who is a true train wreck. She came running into the studio with about half an ounce of clothing on. Her skin/clothing ratio was about 25/75.
Then there's 'empty headed chinese girl' who remembers the steps, but can't remember a simple direction like, "Don't move forward". her hair is haphazardly piled up on top of her head and as the class goes on, the pile migrates around her head leaving stray hairs to their own devices. By the end of class, she looks like one of those insane homeless women in chinatown.
I'm really loving this. I'd love to do this for a living. sigh.

Dear Quizno's

stop. just stop it. that talking baby is creepy.

Breathe...

So today I'm teaching at a private high school here in the city. A musical director that I've worked with gave my name to the head of the dance department when he heard that she was looking for someone to teach 'One' from A Chorus Line to her kids. I can do that number in my sleep. I actually did last night. Over and over and over again. Am I nervous about this? Why should I be nervous? I've staged this number for two different companies... this is a walk in the park. Isn't it? Okay. I'm just gonna stop right now. Just stop. I'm gonna freak myself out if I don't stop.
one hat walk walk point point point flick step kick hat to the head three four lead with the hip follow through up down up down fill the phrase elbow right down point step brush step brush...
yeah, in my sleep. walk in the park.

uh oh

Flustery/Blustery was the absolute WRONG way to describe yesterday. It was comfortably warm and sunny. Just beautiful. So I opened the sunroof on Mini and headed out.
Hayes Valley = Gimme Shoes. Oddly enough, I didn't go in.
I DID go into Huf. Huf = Groovy kicks.
Huf also equals what seems to be a poorly run retail store with groovy kicks.
I tried on and chose a pair of Nikes. The guy told me how they were great for running for some reason or other...
"uh huh. that's nice. I just like the way they look."
surprisingly, no smirk from the guy. he got it. "well, they're light. they won't weigh down your luggage." He definitely got it. unfortunately, the magical, LIGHT pair of shoes (that also went PERFECTLY with my new Puma jacket) were not yet entered into their inventory system and it was taking an inordinate amount of time (and patience on my part as well as the guy) to ring me up. I finally asked if it would be better for me to come back for them tomorrow. He thanked me and said that yes, it would be way better.
Jump into the car and head home...
LOOOOK!!!!! a parking spot right in front of American Rag! Visions of that U-Boat watch dance through my mind as I pull in. If it's over $???.00 bucks, don't do it. Don't do it Shuboy. Just try it on. Yeah, I'll just try it on. That's all.
Sigh. Pictures to follow, as soon as I load the camera with fresh batteries.

Saturday, Saturday

Ahh... Saturday. What to do, what to do? I'm feeling the need to shop. surprise! It's a weird flustery/blustery day that will probably include a bit of rain. ahem. like that matters.
next question... do i need a shopping buddy? they're always nice, but usually hard to come by. Here are my candidates:
le miget cousin - might be tough... she just got back from NYC
the other - he hates to shop unless he's in need of something specific. I don't really get that.
my odd friend T - it always seems like a good idea. we've known each other for a million years, i'm feeling a bit guilty since he said that we really DO need to get together more than our annual "Could you help me with my Christmas List?" trips. I've never met someone so inept at shopping. ineptitude or laziness... i'm not entirely sure.
I'll prolly fly solo. Maybe hit Hayes Valley.
'course, i'm sitting here on the couch contemplating what to do today while a monstrous, daunting pile of CD organization peeks at me from behind the Coffee table. I decided while in a desperate, "i've got to buy SOMEthing" moment last weekend that it would be a GREAT idea to catalog all of my CDs into binders thereby creating more space on the buit-ins next to the fireplace. Now I'm wondering what i'll do with that "more space"...
I think I'll go buy one of those groovy new little stereo systems...
The shopping circle continues.

okay.

Okay. so it's working. now what? guess i'll decide who to share the blog with.
hope you make it...

one mo' time

my last blog so generously given to me by my insanely talented sister has died. well, actually it was killed by the thing that was hosting my replies. whatever. so my insanely talented sister told me to just create a new one. so here we go again.