come and rest your bones with me...
It's 10am and I'm not at work. We have a late night meeting...so I get to go in late. Which is nice. I've done absolutely nothing of value this morning...but I am a-ok with that.
I was gonna go to the 9:30 Jazzercise class. But um, yeah, that wasn't happening. I went to Jazzercise last night...and sometimes I surprise myself with how "into" it I get. There's a
routine to Sunday Morning by Maroon 5 and it is really intense on your legs...but I guess I really really like it because the instructer was like, "How sick are you guys of Sunday Morning?"
And I was among the few to shout out, "I'm not!" Then we voted and I was one of the few that voted to do it. Oh yeah baby, feel the burn!
Apparently my new side hobby is kitchen designer. I've been pricing out and designing kitchen plans for "my" condo. It's fun as hell and reminds me of my days in drafting in high school. We spent a
lot of time on kitchens and the work triangle and all that stuff. Who says you never learn anything practical in school? Then again, I guess drafting would be considered a somewhat practical class...especially
if you get a design job or degree. The funny thing is, the kitchen cabinets I used in one of my high school houses may in fact end up being the cabinets I may use in my very own home. Weird, ain't it?
Ah, and the blueprint machine. Anyone ever work with a blueprint machine? Blueprint machines use special paper that copy plans using light and amonnia. You place your hand-drawn plans on top of the paper (which varied in shades
of light purple to blue) and place it in the machine. The machine would roll it through, emit tons of ammonia fumes, and then you would have your blue print. Anytime we had to submit our plans for corrections, we had to submit a
blue print. Needless to say, the line could get very long at the blueprint machine and we also had to make sure the windows were open so we wouldn't pass out from the fumes.
Man, I never think about that shit anymore. What a fun time drafting classes in high school were. For those of you who don't know...I stopped playing the violin/dropped out of orchestra to take
drafting classes. I wanted to take drafting my freshmen year of high school but had no room in my schedule. When I realized I hated the orchestra teacher, I decided to quit orchestra at the end of my freshmen year
and take drafting. I was jealous of the two boys in my grade that got to take four years of drafting. I was also a clear minority in the program...I was one of three chicks the first year, the ONLY chick the second year,
and the third year there were two other girls in my class...but only because it was a split second/third year class. The boys were rotten...but they were definitely preperation for dealing with all my guy PJ friends;-)
I loved drafting so much. The first year it was "Basic Technical Drafting." Architectural drafting didn't come until the second and third year. But I even loved technical drafting...drafting machine parts and stuff. When I actually had
the rare chance to draft when I was in architecture school (yes, freshmen year of architecture school we didn't draft shit) I was thrilled. And even more thrilled that I had to help out others in my studio because most had never
taken drafting before.
So yeah. Here I am. Ranting about drafting. It's exciting stuff.
I feel like a slob. I should really get out of my pajamas. I'm finding it extremely difficult. I've done my hair and make-up...yet I can't seem to work up the motivation to get on some work clothes.
