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Tuesday, September 16

Squee...zed out.

Adrenaline junkie.

My professor said that in passing today…and I think I just might fall under that label. I survived that darkness of a burn-out experience once, yet I can’t seem to stop myself from pushing my limit again. Hi, my name is Joanne and I am addicted to the rush of new experiences.

Except now my packed tight schedule has close to zero flexibility because it is scheduled so back-to-back “perfectly.” Ha! Just remind me to pencil in a love life somewhere...

Anyhow, this week’s new commitments include:

1. Two hrs at a local Head Start.

Finally! I get to work with the cute-cute age group, haha…not that the rambunctious adolescents of last semester weren’t fun, too. But instead of snooty judgments on my fashion choices (“Long-sleeves with shorts? Interesting…”), I get to be an attention-magnet for 3 and 4-years-olds, who love my hair or shyly tell me that I’m “rewwy pwetty”!

Man oh man, I’m that easy.

2. Deciding that my body muscles have adjusted to teaching 3 yoga classes a week and thus, need more stimulation [belated memo from jo’s aching thighs: WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!] I promised a friend to attend a group fitness workout with her in between our classes on the days I don’t teach yoga. Then, only after Monday nearly killed my legs, I figured I found my edge for this week already…or so I thought.


“Uh, is Wednesday’s class more intense than Monday’s?” I’m almost afraid to hear the answer.

She nods emphatically, “But it’s really good…and if you come, I promise I’ll make it to your Thursday class.”

I groan in defeat.


…so now, I just hope I can still walk come Friday.

7 Musing(s):

Anonymous said...

Hi, my name is Joanne and I am addicted to the rush of new experiences.

I'm feeling deja vu. Haven't you blogged about that before? I'm sure you have.

Just remind me to pencil in a love life somewhere...

I'd give you a reminder, but what's the rush?

...I get to be an attention-magnet for 3 and 4-years-olds, who love my hair or shyly tell me that I’m “rewwy pwetty”!

Man oh man, I’m that easy.


You shouldn't have written that. Now you just know you're going to get a bunch of comments or eMails telling you how "pwetty" you are. Guys your age will jump right on that bandwagon! Well, older guys probably will too, but that'd just be creepy for anyone over 30.

You know there's a mathematical formula for determining creepiness like that? I never knew that before the Internet. For women, you subtract seven from your age, double that number, and then it would be considered "creepy" to date anyone older than that number.

I think that's the formula. Seems about right though.

Joanne said...

Hahaha, your comment on dating reminds me I ought to write about the yoga mom incident from this past summer.

I'd share the story now even, but research for the grant proposal I've been putting off beckons...

Anonymous said...

You're such a story tease... ;-)

Of course, perhaps I shouldn't talk. I still haven't finished the story I posted the beginning too last year...

Anonymous said...

And, I meant "to" not "too," though I should have written "...story of which I posted the beginning last year" to be more grammatically correct.

Anonymous said...

I told you you should have kept your domain name and pointed it here. Now some porn site grabbed it, so I have to hunt down all my links to you and change them! :-(

Harry the Hobo Widdifield said...

lol... Awesome blog. I'm nearly inspired to write a blog called "the Uptight Buddhist" ...HAHA... SFIJSM!

Becka Robinson said...

Aw, you're teaching yoga? That's so exciting. I just recently got back into it and am LOVING it! I'd love to teach one day.


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