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Over the years, I've gotten the same comment from parents after they observe me teaching their child a few lessons, and each time it throws me off.  The comment:  "You are SO patient!" If you've gotten to know me in the slightest through this blog, um, it's probably pretty apparent that I'm not naturally a patient person!  I'm, in fact, very impatient and it can get to the point of being so ugly that I turn myself off at times (being utterly honest here).  So when a parent or student periodically tell me they appreciate my patience, I feel like they're talking to a different person because I don't see myself that way at all. And sometimes, a little impatience DOES come out in my teaching.  Very rarely do I show any frustration or anger towards a student, but during the times I do it's usually when it's apparent a student has been slacking off consistently, or they're misbehaving badly.  For the ones who don't have a behavior probl

Today's workout(s) was a smorgasbord of three different activities, mainly because my attention span was extremely short today.  This morning I got all ready to do yoga and then 12 minutes into what was supposed to be an hour and a half workout, I said "meh" and stopped the dvd;  I put my shoes on and went over to the row machine and did 15 minutes of that.  So yeah, less than a 30 min. workout in the first half of the day. Lame, I know. The middle of the day until about 7ish consisted of teaching, of course, and today I brought some treats in for the kids and some other teachers.  I hadn't planned on doing that, but last night around 9pm, Ryan was moping around the house saying something about how I hadn't made dessert in several weeks (because I've been trying  to get FIT, people!) and he really wanted something sweet after dinner.  I chastised him at first, but then remembered I had seen an easy-looking recipe in one of our monthly Bon Appetit  magazines

Hi there! I've got a few hours to spare before heading to a friend's surprise birthday party this evening (at least I think it's still a surprise?).  When this friend's husband called me earlier in the week, he mentioned she *hates* surprises and he might tell her before everyone arrives that a "few" friends are going to show up. It's a little crazy to think about it, but we're just about over two weeks away from our Colorado trip (still haven't had my bridesmaid dress altered...MUST happen this week! Just waiting to hear back from the seamstress) and there's still a lot to be done.  I'm a little disappointed in myself for not having worked out five to six days a week like I had wanted to--more like two to four times-- but it's possible that some of that work has started to pay off, as I've gotten some feedback from people, including my own husband who NEVER compliments me.  Before you say "Awww, she's got a jerk for a

I've recently been handed the responsibility of being Ryan's "personal latte-maker" before he heads to work in the morning.  I was pretty whiny about it this morning after he was being snobby about the kind of milk I used (1% instead of nonfat), and told him I had "second thoughts" about my new morning role.  It's my own fault, though.  After finding out a few days ago that Ryan had been stopping at the Mcdonald's drive-thru for lattes every morning, I blurted out, "Why didn't you tell me that? I would've made you lattes!" (I did , after all, work for Starbucks for 3 years)  Well, okay. So maybe that was a little ambitious.  I am NOT a morning person and Ryan gets up a lot earlier than I do for work (we just have different work schedules), so I was already setting myself up for failure.  Today was Day 2; so far, Ryan claims McD's lattes are better than mine AND he did bitch about the milk....so Day 2 may also be the Last Day!