Happy to say: do not need to plug nose to enter House of Chrissie
Honestly, I don't mind a two-hour cleaning spree. I have regained power in the apartment as is clean and no longer smells of pee. (Hurray!)
So. "Vacation." Well, was considered a vacation for me but was actually just tagging along to the Showstopper American Dance Championships with little sis. She didn't have to perform anything until Wednesday, so we had a few nice days spent lazing about by the beach and pool. Then vacation turned into sitting in a freezing cold convention center (not exaggerating as was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt in MYRTLE BEACH when it was 90 outside) watching these snots from Canada win everything. Apparently, this performing arts school is government-funded up there, so these brats can take as many hours a week of dance class they want and not have to pay for any of it. And so their costumes are riduculously expensive and every number has forty kids in it because they didn't have to pay for anything to come! Now wait a minute...AMERICAN Dance Championships???? Yeah, I know. And they win everything every year because of how many people they bring and therefore how much money they give to the organization, and so they win. Not fair, but life, apparently.
Link to winning dance, aka grand suckage of donkey balls. Please, watch and tell me if this should have won, even if you can't see the what it was up against. Hint: THERE IS BARELY ANY DANCING. The dance my sister was in that made it to the final 10 didn't place in the top 3, and there wasn't DANCING dancing in it either, but it meant something. That up there is just a big pile of Canadian dancing poo. (Please note: I have nothing against Canadians as a whole...just these dancing nutmonkeys. I had a crush on a Canadian in high school.)
Other than the dancing. I love my mom and sister, as I should, but they drive me crazy. Nine days, with no time to myself unless I was sleeping. I live alone, I NEED my alone time. I believe I got a little crabby, leading to night where I was in one room watching TV and they were the other doing the same. Not very vacation-y. Overall it was nice, nice to get away for awhile.
And then to come crashing back today. I was woken up a few days last week by Zach texting me to tell me about sales and labor % and all that jazz, because the Marlin Dr store officially closed on the first and they started tearing it down today, so we've inherited all of that business and are getting seriously AR-ed on an hourly basis. I can tell this from just one day, and I got NOTHING done today. Had a big long list and it has to be put off until tomorrow. And then probably until Wednesday.
Going to write now. STOPLAUGHINGNOW. I have many many pages handwritten, so I'm going to type everything up in order and then...well, laugh, probably.
So. "Vacation." Well, was considered a vacation for me but was actually just tagging along to the Showstopper American Dance Championships with little sis. She didn't have to perform anything until Wednesday, so we had a few nice days spent lazing about by the beach and pool. Then vacation turned into sitting in a freezing cold convention center (not exaggerating as was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt in MYRTLE BEACH when it was 90 outside) watching these snots from Canada win everything. Apparently, this performing arts school is government-funded up there, so these brats can take as many hours a week of dance class they want and not have to pay for any of it. And so their costumes are riduculously expensive and every number has forty kids in it because they didn't have to pay for anything to come! Now wait a minute...AMERICAN Dance Championships???? Yeah, I know. And they win everything every year because of how many people they bring and therefore how much money they give to the organization, and so they win. Not fair, but life, apparently.
Link to winning dance, aka grand suckage of donkey balls. Please, watch and tell me if this should have won, even if you can't see the what it was up against. Hint: THERE IS BARELY ANY DANCING. The dance my sister was in that made it to the final 10 didn't place in the top 3, and there wasn't DANCING dancing in it either, but it meant something. That up there is just a big pile of Canadian dancing poo. (Please note: I have nothing against Canadians as a whole...just these dancing nutmonkeys. I had a crush on a Canadian in high school.)
Other than the dancing. I love my mom and sister, as I should, but they drive me crazy. Nine days, with no time to myself unless I was sleeping. I live alone, I NEED my alone time. I believe I got a little crabby, leading to night where I was in one room watching TV and they were the other doing the same. Not very vacation-y. Overall it was nice, nice to get away for awhile.
And then to come crashing back today. I was woken up a few days last week by Zach texting me to tell me about sales and labor % and all that jazz, because the Marlin Dr store officially closed on the first and they started tearing it down today, so we've inherited all of that business and are getting seriously AR-ed on an hourly basis. I can tell this from just one day, and I got NOTHING done today. Had a big long list and it has to be put off until tomorrow. And then probably until Wednesday.
Going to write now. STOPLAUGHINGNOW. I have many many pages handwritten, so I'm going to type everything up in order and then...well, laugh, probably.