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Today was my first day back to the 5:45 am class in two weeks! It was nice to be back. It's going to be tough to get back in the swing of things after having so much time off. I've only taught that class twice (including this morning) in the past 5 weeks. For the first half of April, I was in Virginia, and the second half, the gym was closed for a remodel. They painted the walls in the studio this really nice deep yellow color. I saw a color similar (or maybe the same) in my Cosmo mag and it was called 'Surprise Amber'. It's so bright and happy! I wouldn't mind some of the rooms in my home being that color. I say that like I live in a massive sprawling home, when in truth I have a bedroom, a living room, a bathroom, a kitchen and a hallway! If I thought Keith and I would stay there for a couple more years, I would really be interested in painting some of the walls. I've always said I would paint my apartments, but there's only been one apartment I lived in for more than one year, and the ceilings were so high I couldn't have painted even if I'd wanted to. Oh, and one time I lived in a house that was painted crazy colors. I'm talking bright red, bright yellow, electric blues and greens, purple. It was heinous. I lived there with Sarah and we busted our asses painting the whole inside this lovely shade of white called coconut milk, and when we moved out, the psycho landlord tried to charge us because she 'had to repaint'. It would be so nice to own a condo so I could paint it lovely chocolate browns and sage greens and beautiful shades of dandelion yellow. The thing about owning a home, though, is that you have to pay for insurance, taxes, and fix everything yourself, and worst of all, if you have a yard, you have to take care of it. Yikes. I can't get down with any of those things. I think people probably think my lack of wanting anything to do with a yard is related to my age, but let me tell you- it's not. I can count the number of times I have cut grass on one hand and I'd like to keep it that way. Someday, when I'm living in a place with a balcony I might hang a plant, or have a little mini space for growing something simple. Maybe a nice herb (not that kind)? I could also see myself living in the mountains someday, where nobody gives a damn that the grass is up to your knees, or maybe you just don't have grass at all. I could also see myself living in the desert, where your front yard is a sandbox. Have I ever mentioned how much I love the desert? This morning I was listening to Beirut while looking at photos my friend Ian snapped on his drive from San Diego to Vegas. I was in a happy place. I've done that drive twice before, and it is lovely. Five hours goes by like five minutes.

So, the whole reason I sat down to write this blog is because I wanted to announce how badly I want to have a cupcake and champagne party. I wanted to have one in Virginia, but there was too much going on. I love cupcakes. I also love champagne. I'm tenatively planning on having one at my apartment on June 26. Up until about three seconds ago, I had planned on baking my own cupcakes, and then I remembered that I walk past Saint Cupcake on my way home from work and how freaking cute would that be? If you have never eaten a Saint Cupcake, I can tell you that you're missing out.

My finger looks a little less swollen this morning. I iced it last night with a bag of organic green beans that have been in my freezer for months. I knew they'd come in handy for something. I had planned to eat them on numerous occasions, and now I'm glad I didn't! I really hate having to ice the finger though, because I can not like to be cold. This morning when I taught class, I took the splint off. I probably shouldn't have, but I was very careful to keep the joint as immobile as possible. I didn't want anyone asking me what happened. "I don't know, I did it in my sleep over two months ago."

Jumping back a couple of paragraphs, as I was looking at Ian's photos, I was reminded of how deeply my soul needs to be in San Diego. I have often thought about trying to get back for a visit, but at this point, I really don't feel like I want to go back to visit. I want to go back to live! After making the move from Virginia to Oregon, I've realized that it is totally possible to move to a whole new city. People do it all the time, and I can do it too! Of course, I will have to wait a little while because I just am not ready to deal with that headache again anytime soon. Maybe next year Keith and I can take a 10 or so day trip with our tiny tent and drive all over the western third of the country. You know, like California, Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada, Utah, Wyoming, Montana. I would say Idaho because you have to drive through it to get to Utah, but I could totally be okay with never seeing Idaho again. I wanted to cry in Idaho due to it's rank aroma and passing truck loads of chickens, pigs and cows. I just love to travel. One day in the near future I hope to have the opportunity to do a lot more of it.

I'm working for Julia again today. She is still sick. I like this store. I always liked this store. It feels cozier or something. I like the customers and there's a tendancy to be less children in here than at my home store. Children are fine and all but they sometimes like to terrorize things, and their parents seem more interested in trying on shoes than tending to their little hellions. I really hate confrontation of any sort, and it makes me feel really awkward when I feel like I need to ask the parents to be, well- parents. I need to work on that.

It looks like it's going to be a dreary day. I really hope the sun comes out and stays out! I love teaching my Wednesday night class on a sunny day because half the room is floor to ceiling windows and there's an amazing view of the river and hillside. Pretty glorious.

Okay I think I'll wrap this up now.
xoxo-
T