Girls in La Jolla

This weekend was the mini-vacation that Steph and I have been trying to take every since last October.  The fact that it took so long is a testament to how crazy and busy our lives are.  And to how impossible it is to find time when two crazy busy people are both free.  Technically I wasn't free, I had rehearsal.  But I said to hell with it because I'm going on my girl vacation, dammit!

And I'm oh so glad I did.

It may have only been a couple of days, but it was wonderful.  We laughed, we ate, we SLEPT.  We took pictures.  We walked.  We acted like dorks.  Ah, such good times.  It was one of the best vacations I've had.  And I've been to Europe, people.  And to Japan.  And Solvang.  And the East Coast (twice).  And the grand canyon.  San Francisco (twice). Damn I've been a lot of places.  I should stop complaining about my life.

In any case, it was a wonderful little vacation.  For the first time in a long time I allowed myself to just sit around and eat whatever kind of crap I wanted.  Am I feeling a little guilty about it?  A little worried that I'll totally regret it at ballet tomorrow?  Yeah, a bit.  But not nearly as much as I usually would.  I'm pretty proud of myself.  And was it worth it?  Heck yes.

At La Jolla Cove

In other news, I found out I get to teach three sections of Algebra II and two sections of Geometry this next year.  I met with the assistant principal on Friday afternoon (the supposed half an hour meeting with for almost two hours) and learned a TON of stuff about the school as well as my teaching assignment.  It has become more and more real every day and I'm getting very excited.  It's pretty awesome stuff, this being a teacher thing.

And with that, only one more week of MISS and then another vacation.  This time, the beach house with the family. And friends visiting here and there.  Good times.  Yes, missing more class and rehearsal.  Oh well.  Too bad.  I have a life and I want to live it.