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8 hours is rough

Ever since I started working for a school district, my lifestyle has drastically changed. No more early morning commutes at 6:45 in the morning for my first appointment at 8:00. No more late nights at the clinic and a lonely, hungry drive home at 7:00. Now I roll out of bed at 7:00, walk the dog, get ready for work, get out the door by 7:50 and start at 8:00. I finish no later than 3:30 and get home before the sun even thinks about going to sleep.
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Well, this morning I decided to be a little more industrious. I woke up at about 6:30, got dressed, went for a 30-minute run, walked the dog, made the coffee, showered, and got to work by 8:15. I even stayed in my office all day and ACTUALLY WORKED until 5:00 pm! What?! I didn’t even get my laptop out to chat-it-up with people. What is going on!? I’m not quite sure. All I know is that I got a crap-load of stuff done and still had enough energy when I got home to wash a sinkful of dishes.
Don’t worry, this won’t last. I already slacked on my potential 2nd run of the day and had Jes run by himself. Now I’m sitting on the couch with my trusty laptop, watching the Tour de France, and waiting for Jesse to make my dinner. Ah, that’s better.

It’s officially Camp season!

Do I smell Camp Escapades nearby? It’s only a month away! I made the 40-mile trek to PTN today for our first orientation meeting of the month and it’s just like old times. The old crew met up today, minus Brooke who has moved to Boston, and the new Coordinators are doing a nice job. It’s been tough to pass off what I poured my heart into last year but I think I’m ready to let go. I’ve decided that I’m going to sit back and enjoy my last summer at Camp. Hopefully Brooke will be able to join me on our last week.

I have a headache.

Last night, we went out to Dragon in Hermosa Beach with Dayantha, Johnny, and Mary. Ti, Thilan, To, her friend, and Ray met up with us too. Luckily, I had taken a quick nap in the car on the way because I was really tired and ready to go to bed by 9pm. Thanks to the nap, I was awake and ready to play. This place was not bad for the $5 cover. The music was good, the drinks were good, it was fun watching the DJ do his thing, and I think the boys enjoyed the pole dancer on the counter. The crowd was pretty mixed and didn’t seem to be the typical whitey beach crowd that we usually see in the area. I think they were all at Sharkey’s. By the end of the night, we were all liquored up (except for the brother – thanks, Johnny) and the cops were ushering us off the pier. I’m just glad that we got out of there without Jesse getting arrested. I don’t think it’s a good idea to point at a cop when he’s coming at you. Anyway, we slept in Cerritos last night, woke up at 10:30, and now I have a headache to nurse today. Good times.

Superman got burned

We had our first bonfire of the summer at good ol’ Huntington Beach tonight. Dayantha and Johnny brought us a fried chicken dinner while Jes and I went for a little run. Holly, Annie, and Eric later met up with us for roasted marshmallows and s’mores as we sipped our alcoholic beverage of choice out of water bottles and sipper cups. Speaking of roasted marshmallows…each time the fire looked like it was dying, someone had to put another log in the pit. This eventually became Jes’ job and he managed to gently place each log into the fire with his hand clearly in the fire without getting burned. Eric kept saying, “Superman!” However, as the last log was placed, “Superman” finally got bit by the fire. There must have been some kryptonite in that particular log.

I’m still alive!

Jesse was brave enough to take me out for my first bike ride with the clippies in this afternoon. I was pretty worried myself but it turned out to be a rather pleasant ride. We took the usual route along Barranca (in the riverbed trail) with some stops and starts. I was able to clip in and out pretty easily and had only one minor stumble. At one stop, I clipped my left foot out, couldn’t plant my foot on the ground (slipped on the clip and didn’t step down on the rubber heel) and started tilting to the right. Luckily, I was already stopped and the tilt was slow. I caught myself with my right hand and pushed myself back up to safety. Ahh… So I finished about 12 wimpy miles, I’m back home now, and most importantly, I’m still alive! Yay, me!

*yawn*

Yesterday was a true recovery day. Jesse, Jason, Koa, and I all took turns napping-it-up. Jes had too much to drink. Jason played video games too long. The dog had eaten too much on Sunday. And I was tired from too much cleaning. Of course, we managed to all be up for a hot dog lunch before going back to sleep.
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In the evening, Jes and I went to Marie’s house for some BBQ and later went to the Newport Dunes for some fireworks. The parking was a whoppin’ 12 bucks but it was right across the street. Little Cole wore a beanie to cover his ears but he actually seemed to enjoy the pretty lights in the air. Haha…so did I.