tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281520097987465172024-02-26T01:02:24.586-06:00IDK My BFF JesThat Awkward Moment That Is My LifeJeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.comBlogger435125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-26959246550478101122015-12-28T13:02:00.001-06:002015-12-28T13:02:26.378-06:002015: The Year Of Quality Not QuantityThis year was kind of awesome. Going into it I knew that I would be more settled down and I really wanted to focus more on substantial friendship. Mission accomplished.<br />
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<li>Kicked the year off with NYE at Red Door.</li>
<li>Pizza night in the burbs</li>
<li>a few good weeks of Sunday brunching with Rox and Kate</li>
<li>Perm TOTY Party in Austin</li>
<li>Amanda turned 30! We had hibachi and a skate party!</li>
<li>3rd Annual Forever Alone Together - we saw 50 Shades of Grey (cliche, I know)</li>
<li>Marshall had a wedding</li>
<li>Charlie Turned 1!</li>
<li>Cellie's Karaoke Bach party and wedding were fun!</li>
<li>Sven & Stacy moved :(</li>
<li>I met O-Town (OMG.OMG.OMG.)</li>
<li>Went to Mexico - twice</li>
<li>Critical Mass</li>
<li>I turned 29</li>
<li>Bennida's NOLA Bach & two weddings</li>
<li>I held a tiger cub - twice</li>
<li>Carolyn moved to Austin - so dinner dates are a more regular occurrence</li>
<li>Jacob. (He's been the best part of this year.)</li>
<li>Meeting his parents and mine.</li>
<li>Front row at Justin Bieber</li>
<li>BodyPump training</li>
<li>Vegas</li>
<li>Blizzard and cancelled flights for Christmas</li>
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Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-55064793392495833092015-08-23T08:57:00.000-05:002015-08-23T08:57:52.390-05:00Eat.Sleep.Wave Chase.Repeat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Back in June most of the #lesmillsbesties crew traveled to Cancun for Kyle & Karyna's wedding. And it was the best time ever!<br />
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I am so lucky that Amanda was my travel companion because we both had the same plan: eat everything and catch every wave.<br />
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We survived our Spirit flight - it wasn't as bad as I had anticipated, managed to get money from the ATM after 5 tries (I kept accidentally hitting the Espanol button), and were greeted with champagne at the resort. This all inclusive life is no joke!<br />
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After grabbing a quick bite we switched into our swimmies, grabbed some rum punch, and hit the beach. After a few brief moments of sweating it out we hit the water and waves. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">and the waves hit back. </span>We went pretty far out because we felt safe since our lifeguard was paying close attention to the swimmers. Kidding, he was doing crunches - WTF is that?!?!<br />
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When we got too exhausted from fighting the current - or swallowed too much water (I was nervous I was going to die from that!) we took a rum punch break. Of course I managed to sit on my sunglasses and break them the first day. THE FIRST DAY! These sunglasses have survived many trips, I can't believe this is how it ended. Whatever.<br />
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Basically everyday included: refried beans, omlets, and mass amounts of fruit for breakfast, wave chasing, more food, wave chasing, room service, wave chasing, dinner, sleep. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">The first night we were in bed my 9:58p.</span><br />
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The wedding was beautiful! Of course it was on the beach. Cocktail hour was fun and full of deslish apps and margaritas.<br />
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Once we were full on that, we moved to the reception and our 4 course meal. Which was also scrumptious! (except for the soup and shot of tequila...that I poured into instead of taking).<br />
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K+K had the best reception ever! My words won't even do it justice. But it included a saxophone player for dinner, then a big headed Mark Anthony look a like kicked off the party. There were also luchadore, and masks, and all of the boys promptly started fake wrestling all over the dance floor. A cowboy riding a fake horse handing out cowboy hats. Beetlejuice brought the limbo stick. Oh, and you can't forget the stilted robot that was shooting shots right into your mouth. It was so much fun!<br />
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Since our flight kept getting pushed back we ended up having a few too many extra large margaritas at the airport, but at least it helped the time to fly by!<br />
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I really enjoyed this relaxing trip because I know my next one to Cancun (for Bennid's wedding) won't be like this!<br />
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<br />Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-52649127002590532992015-07-26T16:55:00.003-05:002015-07-30T23:25:29.779-05:00This is Why I Can't Have Nice ThingsMy co-workers constantly ask me when I'm going to upgrade my iPhone 4s. Yes, a 4s. I told them not until it died its final death because I've dropped it too many times. Right now it has a cracked screen that has been that way for almost a whole year. Why would I upgrade when I'm probably just going to break the new one?<br />
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But alas, this story is not about my poor old iPhone.<br />
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Last Monday I dropped my iPod Nano through the cracks in the sauna bench. I was upset for about 1 sec, then remembered that I had accidentally smushed the screen and it was slowly all going black. I had planned on replacing it eventually - eventually just came sooner than planned.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I know, you are probably thinking, who even uses iPods anymore? Since I teach fitness I like to have two sources to play my class playlists at all times (iPhone & ipod) just in case one malfunctions, dies, or randomly decides to erase all of the music on it (because that actually happened twice this month).</span><br />
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Anyway, I replaced the iPod, and the headphones with new Beats (because I broke my original pair last summer - seriously, this is why I shouldn't have nice things). I get home, plus Muga2 (or Mugatwo - I haven't decided yet) into my computer to sync it. And guess what? I need to update my iTunes. No problem! I attempted to update, only to be informed that my computer software doesn't support the update.<br />
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This is when the full frustration sets in. I already know my computer can't be updated because it's too old - I looked into it a few months ago when I realized it was lagging.<br />
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So I headed to best buy, and bought a new mac within 5 min of arriving - because I get shit done.<br />
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In conclusion: dropping my ipod in the sauna was the most expensive mistake I've made as of late.<br />
But now that I have this new guy, I might as well get my moneys worth and start documenting again.<br />
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Stay tuned!Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-2148549860539126502015-07-11T22:00:00.002-05:002015-07-11T22:00:59.710-05:00It Actually Doesn't Get BetterI miss Andrew.<br />
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I miss Super Mario bros on our original Nintendo. Then early mornings and late nights of Cruisin' the World on the N64. Tony Hawk graffiti wars. Family dinners. Eating his crust. Fighting over cinnamon toast slices. Riding the ten lizzies at grandmas and the three wheeled bike taking turns sitting in the back basket. Playing with his toys because boy toys are always the coolest. Laughing and making jokes. Watching Mad TV at dad's house (even though it was against mom's rules) and you getting scared from the one skit about killer babies and me getting in trouble. That one brief period when you decided you DID like chocolate so I had to split my Reese's with you at G-ma's (I think you were just pretending to be annoying). Christmas & Easter traditions. Your birthday parties. Watching Titanic in the theater with you and having to cover your eyes when the nudity came on - that was awkward. Playing all kinds of real and made up games with Justin and Joanna. That one game at grandma's where the die is in that plastic thing in the middle that you have to push and it pops the dice to roll it. Watching you skate. Spending countless hours at your soccer games. Power rangers everything - sorry I didn't do a good job putting the stickers on your toy that one Christmas. Wonderland, Six Flags, Worlds of Fun, and roller coasters.<br />
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I miss that childhood memories are fading.<br />
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Losing him changed me and my life. I can't even explain it, and no one understands. Something will perpetually be missing inside of me. I miss him everyday.<br />
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I just wish that I could relive our childhood and hold onto him and the memories even tighter. I would give anything to hug him again and make dumb jokes.Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-8764999646564301352015-05-07T10:38:00.000-05:002015-07-25T10:43:23.833-05:00O-TOWN! O-YEAH!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It all started back in 1999 when ABC aired Making The Band. Because what 13 year old girl doesn't love a boy band, especially when you can watch them every week!<br />
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I loved O-Town immediately! I'm talking full on 13 year old fan girl love. I programmed the VCR to record MTB every week so I could watch it over and over (as well as any other performance and appearances). I bought the CD as soon as I could find a copy (small town life can be hard, y'all!). The majority of my allowance and pay checks (once I had a job) went to purchasing every Tiger Bear, Just Jared, Pop Star, and J-14 that had them in it (which was all of them at that time). A corner of my ceiling was covered in posters. I still have a YM magazine in it's original plastic package because they were on the cover - of course I bought a second copy that could be opened, read, and promptly hung in my locker. Who doesn't buy two copies so you can enjoy one and keep the other forever? Tiffany (who shared in this obsession) and I would watch their concert VHS on repeat until we could mimic every more you saw on screen.<br />
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Now that I'm an adult, my fanship isn't so weird and intense. It just involves purchasing albums when they are released, and following the band on facebook and instagram. Nothing creepy to see here.<br />
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ANYWAY. After having a few borderline panic attacks I secured my concert and VIP ticket to see O-town so I can finally fulfill some teenage dreams.<br />
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When Jacob comes on stage for sound check I almost die from joy. I was doing my best to control my over enthused smile and crazy eyes and fighting the urge to cry (because that happens when I hit optimal happiness). Then I looked to my right, and there's Trevor and Erik. And yes, I literally couldn't even!<br />
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They goof off, sound check, do a few songs to warm up, and I'm in heaven. Literally the best moments of my life are happening right now.<br />
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Next up is the meet and great. I'm second in line. I'm starting to sweat and am feeling shaky. I rehears saying my name so that I'll hopefully at least get that out.<br />
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It's my turn. Dan greets me with open arms. Oh.My.Gawd. I just hugged a member of O-town. Be cool, Jessica. Be cool. Then Jacob opens his arms. I fight the urge to squeal. By the time Eric hugs me I'm able to tell him it's nice to meet him, and the same with Trevor. They are so nice, generous with the complements, and handsome. Pictures are taken and I'm just hopping my face doesn't look as crazy as I'm feeling.<br />
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Erik personally hands out the VIP t-shirts and signed pictures. He tells me my last name is cool because it's like Lord of the Rings. How is this real life?<br />
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We sit with Trevor and chat while he watches the game. I don't say much because I'm totally freaking out on the inside. I'm hanging out with Trevor. Who does that? I did sneak a pic to show Tiffany just how close I was.<br />
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A couple of hours, 3 opening acts, and it's finally show time. They do a good mix of the old a new stuff. I swear they even brought back some of the original moves. They sound amazing!<br />
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Jacob does the microphone toss in All or Nothing and I scream like I'm 15 all over again! (Totally can't wait to send Tiff the video of that)<br />
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I meet them again and manage to get out more words. I make sure to thank each of them for coming to Houston. I really am truly thankful because this was one of the best nights ever. Like ever ever! I even tell Jacob about how much I loved the microphone flip and how I always attempt it when given the chance (but usually drop it). He laughs and says he's almost dropped it a few times too. OMG, did we just become best friends?!?<br />
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When I get back to my car I scream because I have too many feels! Then I send Tiff all 137 photos from the night.<br />
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I made sure to feel and memorize each moment of this night. I just wish I could capture it so I could live in it anytime I wanted because the memories already aren't doing it justice!<br />
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Celeb gossip has left me emotionally drained. This is a rare sitch since I became a grown up years ago and stopped reading Perez Hilton. But alas, here we are.<br />
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First it's announced that R.Patz is engaged....and it's not to K.Stew. I know we had the whole fling with her director, and they've been broken up for months, but I guess the Twilight fan in me was really wanting them to sort their shit in a together forever way.<br />
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Next, I read that T.Swift is dating Calvin Harris. No. Just no. I can't get behind this. And what happened to him and Ellie? That was a musical relationship I was 100% behind! Just imagine the magic that their whole album collaboration would have been! I can't even believe I'm writing this, but it would trump Bey & Jay. (If I disappear, you know it's the illuminate because of that statement).<br />
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THEN Nina Dobrev announces that this is her last season on TVD. I can't. I lit.er.ally. can't even. We already said our final good bye to GerBear, and now Elena. Oh, and Tyler (he's still on the show? yes, but not for long). This clearly signals that 1. Damon & Bonnie is totally going to become a thing (which I'm actually not hating after their whole stranded together in another dimension thing), 2. Stef & Caroline obvs! 3. the end must be near. I can't even imagine a life without new TVD episodes. Emptiness, TVD binge marathons, and probably some therapy are in my future.<br />
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<li>Kicked the month off by hanging with Britt, Cole, Emma, and Logan in the burbs.</li>
<li>Was sick for two days. The fever was brutal!</li>
<li>Dinner & dancing for Katie's bday</li>
<li>Pole graduation. Fun story: We start class with a warm up and run through of the routine. I manage to almost trip and break my show in the process. So I danced in my converse. And it was kinda awesome.</li>
<li>Sven's going away party.</li>
<li>Reinstated self date Saturday & self date Sunday.</li>
<li>Celeste's wedding festivites!</li>
<li>Insurgent with Amanda, Bennida + Jeff</li>
<li>Farewell Jam</li>
<li>Cameron's first bday party!</li>
<li>lots of back to back RPM classes</li>
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As I type this I'm sitting at home because this is the first Friday night all year that I don't have any plans or commitments, and it feels so good! I am in the process of binge watching previous Challenge seasons on Hulu, including my one of my favorite moments when CT created the Johnny Bananas backpack. Since April 1 is right around the corner, I thought this would be a good time to check in on my goals (because I kinda forgot what I wrote).<br />
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<li><b>Get it tight, get it right.</b> I'm back in the routine of strength training (in addition to the cardio that I'm getting from my RPM and BodyJam classes) and can tell I'm getting my strength back! I can finally invert again! It's not pretty yet, but I can do it! Slowly I'm getting my nutrition back on track and not eating like I'm 5. Turns out the rumors are true that you can't eat cookies for dinner when you get older because your body doesn't let that shit slide anymore!</li>
<li><b>Run. </b> I've done a few fun miles here and there, but nothing too steady yet. But a few of my days are about to open up, so I plan on getting some more of that in here!</li>
<li><b>Bitches in Kitchens: </b>I have cooked at least once every week this year. Success! I baked once or twice...I can't really remember. I'll add more of that back into the mix this quarter.</li>
<li><b>Pole. </b>Since I was becoming nothing but frustrated, I decided to take it back to basics. I re-graduated level 1 last month, and am now working towards level 2 graduation once again. I'm feeling much better about this whole sitch, and getting my invert back is def helping!</li>
<li><b>Parkour. </b>The only time I'm free to Parkour is Friday....but I've commitments every Friday this year (pole, friends bday celebrations, wedding related events, etc) so I haven't made it to Parkour once! BUT my Saturdays are about to have some freedom, so Amanda and I will probably hit up that class soon.</li>
<li><b>Dating.</b> Still not worrying about it and focusing on everything else going on in my life.</li>
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<li>Kari's Superbowl party</li>
<li>Rox's bday celebration at Dave & Busters!</li>
<li>CPR & First Aid certified!</li>
<li>3rd annual Forever Alone Together - 50 Shades</li>
<li>Baby Marsh got married</li>
<li>Maroon 5 with Celestie my bestie</li>
<li>Del Frisco Grill team dinner!</li>
<li>fell down some stairs at a Revival with Kari</li>
<li>Charlie's 1st birthday party!</li>
<li>Met baby Xander</li>
<li>Amanda hosted the VS swim show</li>
<li>Celeste's Bachlorette party!</li>
<li>Liquid motion at Revolve</li>
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<li>Kicked off the new year with Rick & Jason at Red Door.</li>
<li>Pizza night in the burbs with Brittany + Cole, Kari + Ramiro, and all of the kids.</li>
<li>Post Jam practice with Amanda at Black Walnut (aka the practice that killed her knee)</li>
<li>Taken 3 with Amanda and Joe</li>
<li>3 year work anniversary!</li>
<li>baby sitting Emma and Logan = dress up, playing with stuffed animals, and imaginative story telling.</li>
<li>Brunches with Rox and Katie-Kate</li>
<li>Austin for the perm Team of the Year Party</li>
<li>Amanda's birthday celebrations at the skate rink</li>
<li>Finally hanging out with McCall</li>
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I was honored to have been invited to celebrate the perm's Team of the Year win with a weekend in Austin.<br />
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Katie and I joined the party at 3:30 on Friday. We were armed with booze and high hopes for the weekend....and apparently an illusion that we could still party like we were 21.<br />
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Awkwardly, not all of the rooms were ready. I'm talking they were still painting the walls, carrying in furniture and assembling beds when we left for Stubb's after 8p. At least the bought us loads of pizza as an effort to apologize.<br />
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The opening band at Stubb's was great! But we had met our country music quota for the weekend and headed to Buckshot for a dance party, shots, shots, and more shots compliments of Laura.<br />
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The next morning was rough and reminded us that my room was all part of the over 25 club. After a refreshing breakfast at IHOP and more lounging we started our micro brew tour. I'm not a beer fan, but I did try a few sips....which only further proved that I'm not a beer fan. BUT I am a food truck fan! We had delish sausage wraps that brought us all the way back to life just in time for our first pints. The highlight for me? The super cool glasses we got from Austin Beerworks.<br />
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After a 4 hour nap we rallied and met the team at Rio. It was the best time! I'm talking a 4 hour non-stop dance party!<br />
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Since my dance party was fueled with half of a 5 hour energy, and two vodka redbulls, I felt great when I woke up Sunday...except that I had a restless night of sleep due to all of the energy drinks raging in my system.<br />
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Katie and I wrapped up the weekend with a delish brunch at Kerby Lane with one of her life long friends and one of mine. It was so great to see Lindsay and catch up on life details like her recent engagement and upcoming wedding!<br />
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In conclusion: I love the perm team, the over 25 club, and dance parties. 2015 is already killing it.<br />
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This morning Brittany texted me that Emma gasped "I love Jessica!" when she found out I was coming over to hang out with her tonight. I knew it would be a good day.<br />
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After my BodyJam class Emma even called me to talk about how we were going to play with My Little Pony that night. It was so sweet!<br />
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After an afternoon nap I headed to the burbs to hang out with Em and Logan so B+C could go to a work holiday party. As soon as they left Emma asked if she could have candy...she always does this and it cracks me up. Of course I gave her some!<br />
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Then we played with Dolph Dolph and Armadillo - she sprinkled rainbow pixie dust so they could fly around the living room. Then we added My Little Pony to the mix.<br />
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Before bed we played a few rounds of dress up. Emma was disappointed that not even her princess shoes would fit me. She did give it good effort.<br />
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My favorite part of the night is always the bedtime story. I've gotten pretty good with diversifying my character voices over the years to keep her entertained.<br />
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It still blows my mind that I knew her before she was born, and that Britt and I would sit on the couch and watch her move while Harry Potter played in the background. And now she's this three year old full of attitude and personality!<br />
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Last year I didn't really know what I wanted to do with the year, so I didn't even bother with a goal post. The only goal I had started to tinker with was getting RPM certified, but was still undecided. Not only did I accomplish that, I overachieved and got certified in BodyJam also! I'm going to go ahead and give myself an A+ on accomplishing 2014 goals. The grading system might be biased, but who is going to stop me?<br />
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So onto goals for 2015:<br />
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<li><b>Get It Tight, Get It Right: </b>since I've become a bit of a marshmallow I'm going to get back to my serious workout life and stop eating whatever the fck I want. Simple as that.</li>
<li><b>Run</b>: basically just run. I took off all of last year after I was physically and mentally damaged from the San Fran hills, but I'm ready to get back to it. And probably run a race because I used to have so much fun doing that stuff with Kari.</li>
<li><b>Bitches in Kitchens: </b>I've kind of fallen off with baking and cooking. The plan is to cook at least once a week, and bake once a month. Easy does it.</li>
<li><b>Pole: </b>Words can't even express how well this isn't going. I've lost my invert and my semi smooth dancing skills (I blame rave life, house tap doesn't translate to the pole). So obvi I'll be going to my regular weekly class, but will also be dimming the lights and putting in some practice at home. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>Parkour:</b> basically I want to be on this level by the end of the year: <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/aAhPaiajwDY" width="560"></iframe>
Or at least not be separated into the parkour babies group. It's one of the more challenging and frustrating things I've done, but I also kind of love it.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>Dating: </b>I'm going to continue not really worrying about this, and just continue living my life. Done.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Just continue being open to new activities and experiences.</li>
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Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-43317640921662594922015-01-01T18:53:00.000-06:002015-01-01T18:53:26.738-06:002014 - The Year of I Do What I WantWow. Reflecting back on this year there are a lot of good times, a lot of sketch times, and a few "the eff was that" moments.<br />
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<li>Kicked off the year with a girls NYE.</li>
<li>Went to Vegas for the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd time. It turns out I love it. Vegas is my spirit animal.</li>
<li>Tender. wasn't as weird as I thought. Had a few dates, just not any love matches.</li>
<li>2nd Annual Forever Alone Together dinner on Valentine's day. (Yes, this is real thing that we do)</li>
<li>Mike came to town and we went to the rodeo for the first time.</li>
<li>RPM training = also getting to hang out with Daryl. (I miss being college neighbors!)</li>
<li>Lived #ravelife for a couple of weeks. and it was awesome!</li>
<li>Marshall graduated High School.</li>
<li>BodyJam Training in San Antonio where I almost suffered death by house tap.</li>
<li>Miami. and that time that I lost my purse, shoes, and self. All was recovered!</li>
<li>Les Mills Quarterly in NOLA. #lesmillsbesties #lesmillsbff </li>
<li>Got my certs in both RPM and Jam and started teaching!</li>
<li>Added some new (and old) hobbies: rollerblading, pole, parkour</li>
<li>Britney Spears: Piece of Me. She's really back. SHE'S REALLY BACK!</li>
<li>Other concerts: Local Natives, Kings Of Leon, Beyonce + Jay-Z, Christina Perri, One Republic, Backstreet Boys, Drake v Lil Wayne.</li>
<li>And ended the year with Rick and Jason at Red Door.</li>
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Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-9774881640814239682014-11-16T17:36:00.000-06:002014-11-16T17:36:06.533-06:00Lessons From Last NightTime doesn't heal all wounds, it just makes it easier to keep your shit together.<br />
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Also, 2011 really did happen. It wasn't just a bad dream.Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-46014948775513569182014-10-26T19:39:00.000-05:002014-11-16T21:12:29.439-06:00And then I turned 28back in August.<br />
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I don't want to say my whole birthday was a complete disaster - the day part was good, I had some good friends at dinner (and I got to hold baby CJ for like an hour, which was really the best gift of all), but the after dinner part is where it all fell apart. After a quick phone call to my mom...involving tears (I don't really want to get too into that), I pulled my shit together, decided to salvage the evening and headed to Croc's surprise party. It was a good time, and when I got home I promptly dropped my phone when getting out of my car (I forgot it was in my lap), and ruined the screen...for the third time...in a little over one month. I just starting laughing - you know the whole is this real life, I think I'm losing my mind, why is this happening laugh.<br />
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Got up early, stopped by my new fave hangout Dr. Cellphone and got my phone back in working order. Then hit up Jam at QLF, then Westside, because sometimes the only answer is to dance and dance some more!<br />
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And then that night I had Steven's 30th bday party to hit up. I had invited an acquaintanceish friend of the boy variety to attend with me in an attempt to buffer any awkwardness I would feel since I wasn't sure how many people I would know, and I hadn't seen Marc in about 1.5 years (and naturally things didn't end on a good notes) and figured he might be there. Well, the boy basically vanished (which is rude, at least cancel on me!), but it was still a good time. It was so great to spend some time with Jess, Amanda, and Mandy. And of course baby Charlie!<br />
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Anyway, now that I summarize bday weekend happenings, I figured I'd get to what this year is already like, and what I plan to do.<br />
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1. One theme that's become apparent over these last 4 months is that this year is going to be full of people disappointing me and being rude to me. I'm not going to go into detail because I'd really rather not remember these instances.<br />
2. Because of this already reoccurring theme, I've learned that I will grow in patience and forgiveness this year.<br />
3. I've decided to try more things (new, some old) this year. And I may even document it here! (oooohhhh, ahhhhhh) But maybe not because sometimes I just like to keep it all private . <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Who is this person? Surly not the girl that used to over share on her blog!)</span><!-------who-->Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-19548084383085940012014-09-14T19:58:00.000-05:002014-11-09T19:58:55.340-06:00It's Britney Bitch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I saw Britney twice during her Circus tour, and once on the Femme Fatale tour. But those didn't compare to Britney in Vegas!<br />
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Obviously it's an over the top show. But I was most impressed with her dancing. Def not as good as the early years, which is understandable, but the best that post-break down Britney has done!<br />
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I sang, I danced, I may have cried. It was incredible.<br />
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<br />Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-68224669331007114422014-08-05T22:08:00.001-05:002014-08-05T22:08:44.869-05:00I Ate An M&Mand it made me think of mint M&M's.<br />
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And all of a sudden I am back there.<br />
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Sitting at my dad's table. The night of the funeral. Eating mint M&M's. Remembering him. Laughing to keep from crying, because we had done more than enough of that, and would do even more for weeks on end. Months even. And maybe even my whole life.<br />
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Sharing stories between the two of us and Marsh. In the back of my mind I'm trying to process everything, while also trying to figure out how to fix this for Marshall. Realizing I'm completely hopeless. And the distance from Sunray to Houston doesn't help.<br />
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And then I'm suddenly back in the present, walking through the mall and fighting back tears. Realizing that it hurts different than it used to. It has gotten better these last (almost) three years, but it hasn't gone away. It will never go away.<br />
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Is this what loss is like? An infinite sadness that dulls over time, but still leaving you incomplete? Because it sucks. It all sucks. The dreams, the memories, the feelings. I just want to hug my brother again.Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-49331544657270689502014-07-07T22:27:00.000-05:002014-07-07T22:27:35.397-05:00ExhaustedI always thought I wanted to be married and maybe have kids, but at this point I'm lacking a worthy partner and time is against me because I don't want to rush into either part out of desperation.<br />
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Because desperate is the last thing that I am - otherwise I'm pretty sure I could have accomplished the whole husband thing by now.<br />
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I have managed to set up a full life for myself. I have activities and hobbies, and loads of friends that keep me busy.
(I've been exhausted this whole year because my weekends are typically packed with socialization not leaving much room for sleep or naps.)<br />
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But then Sunday afternoon comes.
And you will typically find me on the couch netflixin. Board out of my mind. Thinking that these are the exact moments that I need a companion (You know, and when my light bulbs go out and I'd rather have someone else change them for me). When I just want to sit and do nothing, or talk about non sensical things. But alas, it's just me.<br />
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So I tried to remedy this and spent some time dating this year I've been on a few first dates this year and cancelled and didn't reschedule a few more.
No second dates. The first dates weren't bad, they just weren't "the one," or at least the next one. And I just can't be bothered to force something to happen - who has the time and energy to play pretend?<br />
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So this brings me to this: I'm exhausted! I'm tired of meeting new people and making small talk - sometimes the same conversations just different participants. I just can't be bothered anymore.<br />
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So if you are out there, it's your turn to come find me.<br />
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And when you do, you probably won't get this response:<br />
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I'm far too irritated at this point...so it will be more of a "Where the eff have you been? You are soooo late! I'm glad you finally showed up, but WTF?!?" But once I get that out, you'll totally love hanging out with me...FOREVER.Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-66422508453327627382014-03-31T22:54:00.000-05:002014-07-02T22:58:12.148-05:00My First Rodeo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mike finally came to Texas. He had training and it coincided with the Houston Rodeo.<br />
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It's weird, but nice, how my relationship has evolved with Mike over the years. Right now we are in the friendship stage.</div>
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He didn't have anything to do Wed after work so I invited him to the gym with me. I didn't think he'd accept. He did. It was so weird/ surreal / I'm not sure which word to use here to have him in my car and at my gym as if this was everyday life. We talked about his experience with the crack heads downtown ( I didn't think to warn him not to leave his hotel at night) and how he doesn't like Houston because everyone is really nice...except me but he says that's why we get along. (Thanks?)</div>
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Friday night I met with Mike and his college friend bff Coop (who actually lives in Houston) so we could head to the Rodeo. I was pretty excited because I hadn't been before, and after all of the new things that Mike has introduced me to it was pretty cool to have the tables turned.</div>
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I really liked the events and will def go again. Watching Mike was like watching a kid at Christmas. He kept taking video, rewatching it, and sharing it with us. We then hit up the fair for a bit so the boys could try their hand at the games. It was pretty amusing.</div>
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After the rodeo we hit up Midtown for a non stop dance party. Coop & Mike decided to keep their rodeo gear on, bolo ties and cowboy hats included. When people would point out how they looked like Cowboys they would start using their southern accents. I couldn't believe how many people thought they were authentic.</div>
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Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-10738702724460780432014-03-17T22:12:00.000-05:002014-04-30T22:14:15.880-05:00Maybe Kids Are A Bad IdeaKids are still an undecided topic in my life.<br />
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Will I or won't I? It really depends on the day. (and what age I am if I ever get married, but that's...you know).<br />
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But my friends have kids that I really love and enjoy spending time with...until the weekend of the double bad babysit.<br />
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Saturday I babysat Kari's two girls. Abbers being almost 3 (crap, or is it almost 4?) is at a wonderful age. 1. She's potty trained 2. She's pretty self sufficient 3. She just wants to color and play play-doh with me.<br />
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MK is almost 2 and is teething.<br />
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Sadly for Kari (luckily for me) her dinner plans were cancelled so she was there with me for the first long bit. When she went to her concert I was left to fend for myself for about an hour before R came home to take over. That was the longest and most painful hour of my life. MK was fussy - as in screaming (not just crying) - the whole time. Literally the whole hour. I didn't even realize that a kid could scream for that long. I tried food, I changed her diaper, carried her, sang to her, played with her. and nothing worked. NOTHING. In that moment I realized motherhood might not be for me. And the fact that it took only an hour to break me reinforced the idea that motherhood might not be for me.<br />
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Sunday comes and I get to spend the day with Em and Logan. Emma is 2 and made of sugar and spice. You really never know what you are going to get. Logan is a few months old and smiles more than any other baby I've known. Their fuss factor is typically really low, so I was hopping this would renew my faith in the whole having kids sitch.<br />
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Instead of being the usual ball of sunshine, Logan was also breaking teeth and cried about half of the of the 6 hours I watched him. His cries were not as piercing as MK's the day before, so it didn't make me feel like I was going crazy.<br />
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And then we have Em. It was all fun and games until the last 30 min when she woke up from her nap and said to me "I pooped myself." I then notice that she's already diaperless. I now realize that she wears the diaper not just as a precaution, but because she's lazy with the potty training during nap time. There was so much shit. I'm very impressed that I managed now to dry heave when I picked up the diaper with a trash bag as a glove. Or when I was trying to clean her then gave up and put her in the bath.<br />
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After the poop fiasco I'm traumatized for life. Brit and Kari say that I will feel different when I have my own kids, but at this point I'm even too scared to babysit.Jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-88373432000696440822014-03-13T16:40:00.000-05:002014-03-13T16:40:02.379-05:00An Open Love LetterThis whole thing got way too deep and we should<br />
Stop making a big deal out of the little things <br />
Cause I got big deals and I got little things<br />
Got everything I'm asking for but you <br />
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I'm a just <br />
I'm a let my hands do the talking when I see you baby girl<br />
I miss feeling on you, I miss everything that's real about you<br />
And that's everything about you that's just how I feel about you<br />
Been about you and I'm still about you<br />
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xx Drake - MineJeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938741897136463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28152009798746517.post-25083592878168367462014-03-12T05:00:00.000-05:002014-03-12T05:00:06.759-05:00Are We Gonna Get Kidnapped? Or Nah? <br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My whole <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_209600919" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">Saturday</span></span> was pretty amaze!</span></div>
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<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I kicked it off with a few chapters of Divergent, Jam with Taffan, Sven, Sabrina, and FINALLLLLYYYYY Amanda! Followed that up with pump when Kate and Rox joined!</span></span></div>
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<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After an exhausting hour of throwing heavy shit around I had lunch (or a rice krispy as big as my head) with Amanda, Sven, Sabrina, and Corey at Central Market. It was my first time to talk to Amanda since she got back from Hong Kong so I was pretty excite about it. It was a sweet two hours of good stories and watching baby Joy move.</span></span></div>
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<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I then ran a few errands while chatting with my mom, then back home for more Divergent, an accidental nap, and of course more Divergent.</span></span></div>
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<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And finally the much anticipated (or anticipated for 24 hours since that's when we made plans) girls night!</span></span></div>
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<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I picked up Taff and we headed to Cyclone's for dinner with Roxanne, Ashley, and a few of her friends. The conversation was amusing, as always, and lots of laughs were shared. We then hit up Hughes Hanger to get the dance party started and so I could twist my ankle. I'm a trooper so that didn't stop the party! A little after Kat and her friend showed up we relocated to what was supposed to be Nox.</span></span></div>
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<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Alright, so we hop in my car and Taff maps Nox. We park in a shady parking lot (that's not paved and is all lose rocks and gravel) and walk to this building that looks like a place that people go to die. We get in the door and see there are maybe 20 people there, and the doorman tried to charge us a $10 cover. Ummm... no thanks. Taff and I want to leave and get a parking refund, but Kat gets the fee waved so we go in. The whole scene was weird. Turns out it's called Fox Hollow. We stayed about 30 min before throwing in the towel and heading to Kung Fu.</span></span></div>
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I didn't have plans Friday night, so when Kate mentioned that she was going to Midtown with some of the boys after work I hopped on it. <br />
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Kate hung out for a bit, along with her dog child Collin, but then went home and that left the boys +me.<br />
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I had no desire to call it a night so the 5 of us went back to Fletch's for some pool, cards, and magic tricks. <br />
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I did alright in my one game against Fletch, but I'm pretty sure he scratched on purpose so I could win. But I'll take it!<br />
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Then we played a round on bull shit, and attempted betting on hands of black jack. Every hand you lost = a swig of whisky from James' flask. Good thing I actually like Whisky, although I don't prefer it straight. But it was guy time, so I followed the rules.<br />
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Around midnight we decided to hit up Washington to dance. Daniel has appropriately nicknamed me Jungle Dance. haha.<br />
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We rolled up to 8 (a favorite spot a few years ago) and there were two people there. This isn't even an exaggeration. Two people other than the bartenders. I just cracked up and snap chatted it to B.<br />
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So we moved next door to Bricks. It wasn't even half full and the crowd was weird so we stayed for a drink and some awkward dancing.<br />
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Our last attempt to salvage the dance party was Roosevelt. Aaaannnnnndddd it was also half empty and no one was dancing. The bar is basically just a dance floor with a few tables around it. What? the eff. We didn't let that stop us, and instead took advantage of the spacious dance floor! The 5 of us danced like fools for the next 2 hours and it was awesome! Well, 4 of us...Stephen isn't a dancer. <br />
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James did try to get everyone in the bar to dance the last 15min (he seriously went up to everyone and tried to get them hyped) but wasn't successful. But he did mange to get into an arm wrestling match and win. So there's that. <br />
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I finally managed to drop the boys off, including a quick stop at McDonalds, and made it home by 3:30. I was exhausted but had the best time! I will always be down for boys night so long as they will have me! <br />
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I used to talk almost weekly about my love of QLF and and JesJess front row domination (and life domination, but I'm trying to be modest).<br />
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Jess, being married, followed the natural progression of life and birthed the most beautiful mini Steven and left a hole in my gym life. I was then a work out party of one for almost a year...BUT THEN it finally turned around when Kate and Rox decided to join my workout club.<br />
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It's so much fun knowing that at least one of them will be there every day when I walk in.<br />
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And I have full confidence that soon Rox & I will be able to bust out choreographed dance when we go out. (After going to a few classes, Taff is able to bust a few moves with me, and I love it!)<br />
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