vital stats

So in the last month I have gotten back into working out . . . and in the last two weeks I have been working really hard on eating enough fruits and veggies. I got measured today and in the last month I have
1. lost 4 pounds (I think it's all in the shoes)
2. lost .5" off my bust
3. lost .5" off my arms (YAY! you can't fake that by sucking in!)
4. lost .5" off my thighs (SU-per yay! that's exactly where i want to lose it)
and my waist, abdomen and rear stayed exactly the same. I'm really happy with the arms and thighs thing. Oh, and I went down .3% in body fat. A definite plus.

So, working out does do something, even if it is really slow.

In other news, I have a Disneyland passport now, so if you do too then let me know and we can go hang out there sometime. Josh got one too - yay! sort of free date nights (if I can pry him away from juijitsu practice)! The one true sad thing about my life - no one will go with me on the spinning tea-cups. Why? They are seriously the best! What's more fun than getting dizzy?

The only really super sad thing is even though I've worked hard the last month on being healthy, it will all go away come September because in September I will be student teaching and working part time and will have no time for fun or even healthy things like exercise. big time boo! I am really dreading this coming Fall. I just plain don't want to do it. I want to teach and get paid for it. I love teaching. I love my kids (even the ones that have blond moments). ::sigh:: I just want to be an adult.

How many Biola employees

does it take to buy a lightbulb? (I'm stealing this from Chris, my co-worker) I don't know, but right now we are up to 4. Yes, that is right. Four people (myself included) working on trying to buy a type "b" lightbulb with the correct wattage. It is just too funny. We are the joke.

movie idea

really quickly - on my way to work from work, I thought up a movie idea - the Grammar and Spelling Terrorists! I just think that would be so funny! Picture them furtively running into supermarkets and correcting the spelling on all the products whose labels are spelled wrong on purpose. Pounding someone's face in yelling, "it's whom! Not who!" Defacing billboards with propoganda - all of it grammatically correct. Picture the witch hunts in the U.S. Senate - similar to those that were conducted because of Communism . . .

yeah, I know, dumb, but if done right it could really be hysterical.

one last word . . .

The Fourth of July in Montebello really does remind you of the War for Independence . . . because at times your life is at risk! There are literally more fireworks going off on my street alone than I can count - a lot of them illegal. Several of the ones that should have gone in the air took a horizontal flight instead. One passed to my left and exploded on my front lawn. Another passed a few feet to my right and exploded about five feet away from me on the sidewalk. Nice. But what am I supposed to do? Go over and ask the nice gang-banger to please stop shooting fireworks at me? At least it is only a firework and not a bullet! Oh yeah, and they are shooting a lot into the trees as well.

All in all I am glad that I am at home. At least this way I can hose off any fire when it starts and they won't set the fireworks off in my driveway like they did last year when Josh and I weren't home. If I recorded the noises right now it would be more explosive than the scene on the beach from Saving Private Ryan. I have never seen anything like this before in my life. This is Rhoyoshi, reporting in from the front lines, Peter, back to you!

my latest invention

I am designing a line of paperclip belly button rings for myself. It's really pretty fun! I am currently wearing a three-leaf clover with a curly-cue on the bottom. Yes, this is what needle-nose pliers were invented for!

In other news, I am now twenty-four and back from my weekend of selling fireworks. Boy I miss Josh already, but c'est la vie and life goes on.

Thank you to everyone up in Visalia, Orosi, and Parlier who made me feel so loved on my birthday. Special thanks to Ross for my Happy Birthday Giraffe Poodle balloon.

Some of the highlights of my birthday at the fireworks stand - Ross (Josh's 12-year-old cousin) and I hung out a lot. I got a really fun glock-style bb gun for my birthday (from Josh)and that was a blast. Ross made balloon animals for the customers while I finished up the blanket I've been making for Sam. (It's done btw). So I was on my last row and Ross - the sweetest 12-year-old boy ever - got tired of making balloon animals. So like all sweet twelve-year-old boys, he started shooting them and killing them with his staple gun instead. I thought that was great fun, but that it could be improved on. In the end we staple-gunned the balloon animals to an empty box behind the booth and shot them dead from twenty paces with my bb gun. On other fun topics, we also convinced Jerry (Josh's 40 something 2nd cousin) that the bb's were $30 a bottle instead of the $4 that they are, and we had him picking up all the bb's from the ground. It was really really really funny until he got tired of it and told Ross to pick them up. Honestly! What's a sweet 12-year-old boy to do?

I would also like to thank Uncle Todd for NOT eating a Boston milkshake while I was in the stand with him. (Uncle is very lactose intolerant). He'll eat one later on this week while he's sharing the stand with Josh. Betch'a Josh'll miss me then! There are nothing like smelly men to make other smelly men want more women around! impish grin!

I would also like to say, for the record, that Miles (Jerry's four year old son) is the most hyper-active little boy I have ever seen and I have no idea how Cathy (now pregnant with child #2) keeps up with him. Yes, some women are just amazing.

Thanks so much to Mom and Dad Y. for the great food and loving hospitality! You guys are just awesome! Cheers!