Archive for January, 2007
So I’ve been teaching Group Exercise at Aerofit (local gym) since the beginning of June, so I guess that would make it 7, almost 8 months since I started. I then got pregnant in July, so I’ve been spending most of my aerobics teaching career with a baby in the belly. So, seeing that I needed reinforcements, I called Alicia. Alicia has been learning how to teach aerobics in her kinesiology classes at A&M, so I dialed up the group ex. coordinator and hooked her up with Alicia. She’s now teaching at least 3 classes per week, maybe 4 if her schedule will allow. I’m so proud of her! She’s doing so great and getting lots of rude comments from members, which means she’s doing a great job. 
(Trust me, it’s a good thing… she does get more positive comments than negative.)
The next time you talk to Alicia, ask her how the classes are going. If you talk to my parents, they will tell you they’re sore from her class! Also, a good thing!!
January 23rd, 2007
So, read this email I got from Bonnie, the aforementioned roommate.
Good news! Hope it is not too late and you are totally gonna kick yourself. But, you only need normal 39 cent postage to send a letter to my APO address. Because it is military there are no international fees. Okay, how mad are you? I’m sorry you had to go through all that, but I think it is super sweet that you would go to all that trouble!!! I wuv you!
Grr…. this is AFTER I went BACK to the post office and stood in line. Thankfully the weather was okay, the line was short, and Colby was on his best behavior. He likes the echo in the lobby. Oh, and the handicapped doors are still broken, but at least now there’s a sign on them. It says something like “Not working” or “Disabled”, which doesn’t seem like a very good thing to put on a handicapped door button… If it were me, I’d write “Don’t press button 50 times because you’ll just stand outside in the cold waiting for the door to open that won’t open and meanwhile 5 people have entered and exited the post office and could have held the door for you anyway. The end.” Then people would stop and stare at all these words written on a post-it note and plastered on top of a button with a 4 inch diameter. Ha!
Oh and Bonnie, about my 84 cent stamp… (yes, 84, not 80 like I thought… good thing I didn’t have exact change.) Just consider it my donation to Uncle Sam. Like he really needs one. My tax dollars at work. Or something.
January 21st, 2007
…”There must be some Toros in the atmosphere!!” Anyone, anyone?
Well, the people up north are going to laugh, but it’s 27 degrees outside right now and they have closed school. All you Colorado-ans that just endured the Huge snowstorm, stop chuckling. It’s raining and sleeting and it looks like there’s some snow on the ground, but I’ve been told that’s just more sleet… so Bryan and College Station schools are closed, as well as A&M and Blinn. My aerobics classes have been cancelled until further notice, and we’re staying inside and drinking hot chocolate. It’s nice though, because I’m getting some stuff done for MOPS and tying up some loose ends, without having to worry about rushing to the store or doing other errands.
Speaking of other errands, listen to my story about going to the Post Office yesterday. This is an email I wrote to my college roommate Bonnie, who lives in Germany with her husband. I haven’t sent her Christmas card to her because I don’t have a stamp! Read:
I never go to the Post Office, and when I do, I go by myself. It’s difficult lugging Colby in and out, and then waiting in line is atrocious. And, if I take him in the stroller, the handicapped doors don’t work properly so I can’t get in without lots of maneuvering.. a little difficult in my 7th month of pregnancy!
Oh, and actually, I went today, despite it being 30 degrees outside (I know that’s not very cold, but empathize with me anyway.) and freezing raining. I left Colby in the car because he said, “Brr… wainin, Mama.” So I ran into the Post Office (Yes, I really did run. It was cold.) and then I remembered today was Martin Luther King day. No big deal though, because I could buy stamps at the APC!, as they advertise on tv all the time, the Automated Postal Center. It’s like the self-checkout lines at the grocery store; you don’t have to wait in line! Unless someone’s there in front of you? Anyway, so I wait until this girl in front of me has mailed her E-Bay package, I think, and then I look at all my options. No international stamps. I know they cost 80 cents. I just can’t find them. So I go to the stamp vending machines. No international stamps. Drat. I really will have to wait in line now. All for one lousy letter to go to stinkin’ Germany for my stinkin’ old college roommate. The things we do for love. 
Oh, and one more interesting tidbit – they’ve closed down EVERYTHING tomorrow… A&M, Blinn, Bryan & College Station are closed! I don’t think they’ve closed the post office, but I’m Not going to try my luck in the rain again!
Anyway, I wanted you to know that your card is on its way, whenever it stops raining/Texas snowing outside and the roads clear up and I can get a stamp and wait a few weeks for your picture card to travel overseas. It’s not even going to be that exciting when it gets there. You’ll probably say, “Oh, that’s nice.” and stuff it in a drawer somewhere. Until next Christmas. Maybe this year I’ll send your card on Thanksgiving, so that I can make sure it gets to Germany-land by Christmas. Maybe.
January 16th, 2007
Today I ate at Frank’s with my Mom, Dad, Alicia, and Colby. What is Frank’s, you ask? It’s one of those places you’d call a “hole in the wall”, but minus all the dark lighting and shady-ness. It’s a family-owned and run barbeque joint. The prices are very cheap and the food is really good.
So why am I posting about this place? Well, Kevin and his work buddies have been dining at this establishment for quite sometime now, and it turns out that this place is very close to where my mom attended church when she was a little girl… close to the house she grew up in… so basically, we walked in the door and knew everyone in the place, and also we knew everyone else that walked in too! I never knew this place existed, but I kind of got the Cheers feeling. You know, “…where everybody knows your name”. If only I had known Kevin was holding out on us.
If you want to visit Frank’s, it’s in Steep Hollow, on the bend right after SH Baptist Church. It has a gas pump in the front and if you blink, you might miss the whole thing. My mom had a hamburger and she said they were made the way hamburgers used to be made… I don’t know what that means, but I’d love to find out.
I added a “food” category to our posts. Ha!
January 5th, 2007