Weekend Update
This weekend was the perfect mixture of laziness/fun/productivity. Friday night I drove up to Suburbia, MD through the monsoon that hit the eastern seaboard to dine at the fine Mexican establishment, Don Pablos, with one of my Hopkins buddies. I wish I could bring a tape recorder with me and record him. Part redneck vernacular, part warped twisted mind, I generally have a stomachache from laughing after about 5 minutes of hanging out with him.
Example:
Me: "Hey Jared, we're having a southern sendoff before I leave, we wanted to know if you can make fried chicken."
Jared: "Claff, I've never made fried chicken without some girl taking her clothes off."
Umm, consider yourself forewarned, female attendees of the southern sendoff. (On a related topic, if anyone knows where I can get a lifesized cardboard cut-out of Junior, we need to talk. And if you just said "Junior who?", we also need to talk.)
As I mentioned earlier, Saturday night was the last party at The Club. It was a bittersweet occassion, but our host went all out for it as usual, complete with a red carpet entrance, apple pie shots featured in The Shot Closet, a designated corner for "the champagne room." And of course, what club night would be complete without many, many rounds of jello shooters? (From which I abstained, after last time too many jello shooters left me inexplicably crying, which then lead to my roommate crying because I was crying. Man, I love drunk people.) The last night at the club wrapped up as many others have... a little Enrique, a little Kelly Clarkson, a little Weezer, and whole lot of inebriated dance moves and singing that would put most American Idol auditions to shame. The rest of the crew ventured out into the DC nightlife, I bailed and went home to bed like the Grandma I am.
Saturday I had part deux of a coaching class which was AWESOME. I came out of it so pumped up, and was telling Matt all about it and he's like "you have to do this, I can hear it your voice, this is what you're called to do." (Have I mentioned my boyfriend is the best?!) And I feel like there's a little bit of conspiracy in the universe right now, the stars lining up for me - I don't have a job right now, nor do I have any major expenses (mortage, car payments *knockonwooddon'tdierhondaplease*, youngins who need food and college tuition, etc)... what better time for me to try and pursue this? The only drawbacks are that the training is about 4-8 months (similar to counseling, you have to take some classes and then do supervised sessions) and it is a bit of an investment. Lots to think about - I feel like I JUST got done with school, and I don't know that I want to launch into another round of basically, well, more school. But for some reason, I keep coming back to this idea of coaching and have been intrigued by it ever since I first heard about it when I was working at Duke and that was almost 5 years ago. (For a quick summary of coaching, wikipedia does a pretty decent job here.) There's all kinds of coaching - life coaching, relationship coaching, career coaching, and health coaching (which is getting huge in worksite health promotion, lots of companies are hiring health coaches). I obv want to do health coaching. In the class, she had us name the types of audiences we'd like to work with and then helped us boil that down to succinctly summarize them so that we'd have our elevator speech. The audiences I said I'd like to work with were stay at home moms, teenage girls and women in unhealthy/abusive relationships. She was trying to get us to tie together our audiences and itt was like this light bulb went off when we were talking about it, that they were all women who don't put themselves first, which were my favorite type of women to work with when I was personal training because the improvements you see in their life when they start taking care of themselves are so inspiring. I'm super pumped about it but have a lot to figure out about it. I have a tendency to dive headfirst into about 80 different projects at once, and this is a big time/money commitment so I want to make sure if I do this, I really am ready to commit to it.
So that was my weekend - everything else was just alternating between extreme laziness (multiple naps) and getting things done on the to-do-before-I-move list. I have tons of packing and cleaning out to do before I move. I look around my room going holy shit, why do I own so much stuff?? Anyone want to come over and have a sidewalk sale with me? I swear I could fill an entire moving box of just travel coffee mugs alone. Seriously - what's with all my STUFF? All I really need in life is a few wine glasses, a good pair of flip flops/jeans/pearls, my mascara, my ipod and my photo albums. That'd make packing easy. I spent a good chunk of Sunday nailing down all the deets for Britta's bachelorette party - I'm pretty psyched about it, it's the first grown-up-esque party I've ever really organized, and a three day one at that. I just want it to go well, and for our bride-to-be to feel like queen for a weekend. NTS, must find bride-to-be tiara. The list grows!
Example:
Me: "Hey Jared, we're having a southern sendoff before I leave, we wanted to know if you can make fried chicken."
Jared: "Claff, I've never made fried chicken without some girl taking her clothes off."
Umm, consider yourself forewarned, female attendees of the southern sendoff. (On a related topic, if anyone knows where I can get a lifesized cardboard cut-out of Junior, we need to talk. And if you just said "Junior who?", we also need to talk.)
As I mentioned earlier, Saturday night was the last party at The Club. It was a bittersweet occassion, but our host went all out for it as usual, complete with a red carpet entrance, apple pie shots featured in The Shot Closet, a designated corner for "the champagne room." And of course, what club night would be complete without many, many rounds of jello shooters? (From which I abstained, after last time too many jello shooters left me inexplicably crying, which then lead to my roommate crying because I was crying. Man, I love drunk people.) The last night at the club wrapped up as many others have... a little Enrique, a little Kelly Clarkson, a little Weezer, and whole lot of inebriated dance moves and singing that would put most American Idol auditions to shame. The rest of the crew ventured out into the DC nightlife, I bailed and went home to bed like the Grandma I am.
Saturday I had part deux of a coaching class which was AWESOME. I came out of it so pumped up, and was telling Matt all about it and he's like "you have to do this, I can hear it your voice, this is what you're called to do." (Have I mentioned my boyfriend is the best?!) And I feel like there's a little bit of conspiracy in the universe right now, the stars lining up for me - I don't have a job right now, nor do I have any major expenses (mortage, car payments *knockonwooddon'tdierhondaplease*, youngins who need food and college tuition, etc)... what better time for me to try and pursue this? The only drawbacks are that the training is about 4-8 months (similar to counseling, you have to take some classes and then do supervised sessions) and it is a bit of an investment. Lots to think about - I feel like I JUST got done with school, and I don't know that I want to launch into another round of basically, well, more school. But for some reason, I keep coming back to this idea of coaching and have been intrigued by it ever since I first heard about it when I was working at Duke and that was almost 5 years ago. (For a quick summary of coaching, wikipedia does a pretty decent job here.) There's all kinds of coaching - life coaching, relationship coaching, career coaching, and health coaching (which is getting huge in worksite health promotion, lots of companies are hiring health coaches). I obv want to do health coaching. In the class, she had us name the types of audiences we'd like to work with and then helped us boil that down to succinctly summarize them so that we'd have our elevator speech. The audiences I said I'd like to work with were stay at home moms, teenage girls and women in unhealthy/abusive relationships. She was trying to get us to tie together our audiences and itt was like this light bulb went off when we were talking about it, that they were all women who don't put themselves first, which were my favorite type of women to work with when I was personal training because the improvements you see in their life when they start taking care of themselves are so inspiring. I'm super pumped about it but have a lot to figure out about it. I have a tendency to dive headfirst into about 80 different projects at once, and this is a big time/money commitment so I want to make sure if I do this, I really am ready to commit to it.
So that was my weekend - everything else was just alternating between extreme laziness (multiple naps) and getting things done on the to-do-before-I-move list. I have tons of packing and cleaning out to do before I move. I look around my room going holy shit, why do I own so much stuff?? Anyone want to come over and have a sidewalk sale with me? I swear I could fill an entire moving box of just travel coffee mugs alone. Seriously - what's with all my STUFF? All I really need in life is a few wine glasses, a good pair of flip flops/jeans/pearls, my mascara, my ipod and my photo albums. That'd make packing easy. I spent a good chunk of Sunday nailing down all the deets for Britta's bachelorette party - I'm pretty psyched about it, it's the first grown-up-esque party I've ever really organized, and a three day one at that. I just want it to go well, and for our bride-to-be to feel like queen for a weekend. NTS, must find bride-to-be tiara. The list grows!