Como se dice…

I went to my first Spanish class last week and just like I thought, the two instructors, only speak in Spanish during class.

As I looked around the classroom, I realized that every other person had a look of, “What the fuck is going on?!”

That made me feel better.

I’ve been trying to practice and it’s touch because you don’t really know if you’re pronouncing things right. I know, I know…. there’s Google.

I tried speaking a little Spanish at work, telling people that, I was learning Spanish. That just made them talk to me more in Spanish, which I had to cut right off.


I went to my first ballet class last week.

It was mortifying.

A complete mess.

I honestly thought that it was going to be a true beginners class and boy was I wrong.

There were about 10 other women there of all different ages and the instructor spoke in French and I had no idea what was going on at any point in the 60 minutes that we were there.

It was a good workout. I’ll give it that.

About 15 minutes before class got over. You know, when we were supposed to be doing these extremely delicate leaps across the floor (I was leaping like…. like an elephant?!) There was a group of little girls that showed up for the class after mine. I could feel their little eyes staring into my soul.

They didn’t laugh.

At least not when I was looking.


I also went to my first sewing group. It is ran through the same church that teaches my Spanish class and like the Spanish class, it’s not held at the church.

The ladies were so kind and inviting. They showed me all the patterns, fabric, thread, sewing machines and just about everything else that I was free to use.

It kinda felt like they needed some new blood in there.


I went to a new yoga class on Tuesday and it was fucking weird.

But, free.

The yoga teacher had his dog in there on a yoga mat next to his. The dog kept stretching out and making these dog stretching noises.

It was so distracting and I found myself not being able to hold poses.

And, there was a whole lot of talking going on during class. In all the yoga classes that I have taken, I’ve never heard this much chatter.


I’ve been trying to ride my bike as much as I can for as long as I can before the weather turns into constant rain. I rode almost 12 miles today, going to my favorite dispensary and the library.

While I don’t have the patience or the time to read leisurely right now, I still enjoy going to the library. I’ve been picking out books for my client and he’s been really enjoying the books that I share with him.


I met a boy.

He’s a cute 24 year old boy.

That lives in New Jersey.

I love him.

Is that possible without seeing if  you have physical attraction?



I starting thinking that I really needed to learn Spanish.

I did a lot of research, trying to find the best beginners class that wasn’t at the local community college.

I finally found a class that got rave reviews, stating that it was the best class in the city.

It’s a program that is ran through a church but the classes are not in a church.

I tried repeatedly to sign up for this class because I knew that there was only room for 25 people.

Every time, I failed.

Something was wrong with my email address and then something was wrong with payment not being received and I even went into the church to sign up and the ladies that run the program were on vacation.

Jeez Louise.

Oh, and then when I finally did get signed up….

I was put on the waitlist.

What the serious fuck?!

I went to the placement testing where they give you a sheet of multiple choice questions that are all in Spanish. I didn’t recognize any of the words, so I just went with whatever word sounded good.

Then there was an oral test, where this lady talked to me in Spanish and I was supposed to respond and I kept saying, “I don’t know.”

Needless to say, they said I’ll be in the beginners class.