Nikrose03

Yoga Breath!

posted on 1/23/2008 1:17:21 PM in (4) Comments

I've been training to teach PiYo (Pilates + Yoga) at the University Rec Center. Today was the first day I would actually be in front of a class, teaching the warm up for Julianne's yoga class. Super excited and a little nervous, I was up early this morning practicing my routine.
Class starts at 12:15 so I left my house at 11:45. And. . . I get pulled over. Stupid stupid!! I was going 35 in a 25 and apparently could have "killed people trying to walk to class." The jerkface didn't give me a ticket, but I still walked into class with 1 minute to spare. I quickly apologized for being late, put a smile on my face and started the class. Julianne looked a little uneasy, but we finished the hour session without any problems and I suppose I did ok. I don't remember much of it because I was so flustered. I told her and my supervisor about my incident after class, and they both immediately understood and appreciated my tactfulness when I walked into class.
I did not think I did as well as I could have, but apparently my supervisor did because I am teaching the entire class next wednesday. I'm on my way folks, can't wait to have my own PiYo class! Next week though, I am driving the speed limit. Rawr.


Namaste to you. :o)

Dummb dumb dumb dumb DUMMMMMB

posted on 1/21/2008 7:59:24 PM in (6) Comments

It's Monday night, I am leaving the gym. It's cold and snowy. I run/shuffle to my car, get in and start it really fast. After I give out a few screams of coldness, I pull out of my parking spot and begin to drive. As I move down the aisle I see a white Jeep Liberty, an exact replica of my car, and think to myself, "Oh my god! What if I'm in the wrong car?"
Luckily it only took me a split second to realize that I am an idiot.




Yeah. I'm going to bed now.

What did you do this weekend Nikrose?

posted on 1/14/2008 10:15:40 AM in (4) Comments

Thanks for asking!!

I don't know whether to be proud or ashamed. I have played Rock Band for about 12 hours in the last three days.

For those of you unfamiliar with it, it is a video game, similar to guitar hero, but four people play. There is a guitar player and a bass player, they follow the colored notes. The drummer has four "drums" and the thing you press down with your foot (sorry for lack of vocabulary) and has to follow their notes. The singer has a microphone and has to karaoke, hitting the right pitch in order to get points. Occasionally they also have to play tambourine and hit the top of the microphone to the beat.

Me and three of my girls created our own band, called Hey Girl Heyy, and right now have over 40,000 fans! We also have a 1962 van. We're trying to win the personal jet. I'm the singer, which is the reason I woke up with no voice today, and I've definitely expanded my rock knowledge.

I know we're lame, but it is probably the funnest game ever. Everyone come over and playy!

Oh, I need to mention we actually left the house Saturday night, got toasty and danced around the bar by ourselves for 6 hours. Our publicists made this flyer for us:





Haha. Have a great week rockstars!!

Charlie bit me

posted on 1/12/2008 10:40:07 AM in (1) Comments

Highs and Lows

posted on 1/8/2008 7:38:22 PM in (8) Comments

My high of the day was not having classes due to the power outage.

My low was Tyson the puppy peeing on my bed.
No worries, it's cleaned up.



What was your high and low??

Had to make a quiz duh

posted on 1/4/2008 9:06:36 PM in (2) Comments

Very Important Question!!

posted on 1/4/2008 8:32:42 PM in (3) Comments

Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same tune??



























Did you just sing both of them? Good, me too.

Just wanted to share. . .

posted on 1/3/2008 9:51:10 PM in (5) Comments

A friend and I have been sending those e-cards back and forth that I told you about. They crack me up. Here are some I've recieved:












Harharhar.
Happy Weekend!!

8002? Someday!

posted on 1/1/2008 6:37:52 PM in (2) Comments

Hihihi!!

So, I haven't had any reason to procrastinate since I've been on break and therefore forgot to check in with my Newblog boos.

I hope everyone had a marvelous holiday and isn't too hungover from the festivities last night.

I've been doing a whole lot of nothing at home and keeping myself quite busy with it. Christmas was great. New Years turned into an impromptu road trip up to school, where my girlfriend and I drank some beers and played Mad Gab with the boys.




Funny story: At one point we were standing outside and my friend wrote "5008" on someone's windshield. We both stared at it for a minute, and I asked him if he did that so the person inside could read it. He said yes and I cracked up, telling him that he did it wrong and it says 8002. To this he replied, "Well, someday!"

I'm heading back to school this weekend. I'm anxious to get back to my house and my girlies and get this last semester of school over with. Once classes start, I'm sure I'll have many more blogs for you. Until then, be happy! :o)

Does Santa deliver if there is no chimney?

posted on 12/23/2007 10:37:55 PM in (1) Comments

I don't know where Nana is. If she believed in heaven, she would be there. But it's more likely she is a deer in our backyard.

Regardless, I would love for Santa to deliver this letter to her. I think about her often, and my thoughts of her are always jumbled and disconnected. Thought it'd be nice to put it all together.


Hey NanaBaNana.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. If you were still here I would be looking forward to spending the evening with you opening up a ridiculous amount of presents around your Christmas tree that can't be seen underneath all the beads. Just thinking of you and those damn beads makes me giggle and cringe at the same time.

I miss you. Every day. More than the day before. I think of what our relationship would be like now that I'm older. I think of how proud of me you would be. I wish you could see my life up at school, and how my dreams are slowly becoming realities. I'm growing up now, and I wish you were here to tease me about it. I wish I could call you and chat. And go shopping. That was always a fruitful experience.

There is so much I never had the chance to learn from you. And I've been through so much that I wish you could have helped me with. I think of you during the little things, like when I have a bad dream and ask you to sit with me. Or when I need a good parking spot (which thank you for ALWAYS helping me with.) Or when I have a headache and try to envision you rubbing my temples in a way only you could. And, you never got to teach me how to make those pancakes. I've been trying but no luck.

I have had so much to tell you, and now that I'm writing, it sounds like nothing. I know you are always with me and I am grateful for that, but I wish it were more tangible. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to you six years ago, and I'm still not. I have amazing memories with you and my only regret is that we didn't have the chance to make more. You are always in my thoughts and in my heart. And I can't wait to see you again one day.

I love you Nana.
Merry Christmas,
Rosie



". . .Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me
And you make everything alright
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here. . ."

Happy Holidays to youu!

posted on 12/23/2007 12:02:40 PM in (1) Comments

Cutest babies everr!

posted on 12/19/2007 3:24:50 PM in (2) Comments

Watch all of these, I guarantee you will laugh out loud!!

Santa's on the phone. . .

posted on 12/17/2007 10:44:41 AM in (6) Comments





Check out someeecards.com.
They are the most inappropriate, ridiculous cards and they make me laugh like I've never laughed before. If you have my sense of humor, you will enjoy it.

Why don't you take that sign and stick it up your. . .

posted on 12/11/2007 3:42:00 PM in (5) Comments

The Planned Parenthood here is closing next month. Pro-life activists are very excited that they have succeeded and no longer have to stand in front of the building with signs yelling at people anymore. They make me sick.

I understand the huge Pro-life/pro-choice debate and respect both sides. But blaming Planned Parenthoods for abortions is ignorant. Yes, they provide those, but they also provide free counseling for those who decide NOT to abort, as well as free/cheap birth control, STD tests and all other care for women. This is a very necessary place for young women without insurance or for college kids who may not want those things going on their parents insurance. I am not advocating being sexually irresponsible, but the reality is, people are going to have sex and accidents are going to happen and Planned Parenthood offers the best treatment, much of it preventative, for many people. It will be devastating to this college town.

To all the proud Pro-life believers who feel relief at this- NEWSFLASH, you holding a sign and telling people to be abstinent will in no way lower the abortion rates. Lack of affordable birth control may actually RAISE abortion rates. And how will these abortions happen now? Illegally? People will no longer have proper and frequent exams, treatment for STDS or other female problems and will have to search elsewhere for counseling to discuss things they may be unfamiliar with. Many women have insurance and a gyno they see regularly, but for those who don't you just significantly raised their risk of problems.

And one more reason why I have little respect for the protesters. . . think about this scenario. Imagine you or your wife/daughter was violently raped and had to carry that baby for 9 months as a reminder of their devastating experience. For those of you that have strong religious views and would 100% not have an abortion, I respect that. But for those of you who have never thought about it and would not be strong enough to get through a situation like that, maybe you should think some more before you shove beliefs down other peoples throat that you have never even had to question.


Ok, I'm putting MY sign down now.
Thanks for reading. =)

Bud Light Presents. . .

posted on 12/9/2007 10:15:36 PM in (2) Comments

Today we salute YOU stressed-out-college-student-during-exam-week. As you sit in your lonely cubical in the library, doped up on Starbucks & Adderall, you think to yourself, am I ever going to need to know this stuff in life? The distractions are tempting and you have suddenly diagnosed yourself with ADD along with advanced delusionary schizophrenia with involuntary narcissistic rage. I'm sure by now you know exactly what everyone is doing, because you have checked your buddy list 800 times in a last ditch effort to procrastinate. So crack open an ice cold Bud Light after that last exam, because for most of us break will be spent in rehab.


4 days till a Bud Light or two. Or 10. :o)

Warning: This blog contains Nikrose feeling sorry for herself

posted on 12/6/2007 9:40:53 PM in (5) Comments

My roommates are sick of hearing me talk about it. I'm sick of listening to myself. But Newblog is a good outlet, and I don't even care if anyone reads this, I just need to get it out.

I miss him. With my entire body, an aching, sickening, takes my breath away, miss him. I miss the way he would say "Hiii darling" when I answered the phone. I miss the way he would gently grab my face and give me a goofy look when I was mad at him. I miss my hand in his. I miss having that hope that I may have found a good guy.

It was only a few months, but that was a big stepping stone for me. I NEVER get involved because I'd rather run away than get disappointed. Not to mention the mature guy ratio up here is slim to none. With him I felt like it was different... he seemed head over heels for me and I really let my guard down. I even let myself think about how Christmas would be amazing spending it with him, and what our summer plans would be like. Also, he took care of me. Not in a I'm helpless-go buy me tampons kind of way. Just in a genuinely caring, always there to pick me up when I stumble kind of way. I trusted him and valued his opinion.

Well, it's been a week since that rug was pulled out from under me. I'm trying to smile and move on but every hour or two I get punched in the gut with a reminder of him or a thought or memory. I hate not being in control of my emotions, and I'd rather have never met him than feel the way I do right now.

I wonder if he thinks about me, or misses me. I heard through the grapevine he's dating some blond. Maybe the bimbo was around the whole time? With the distance between us, it's quite possible she was. How could he tell me how great I am and go out of his way to see me and do things for me for so many weeks, then one day just completely disappear? There was no argument, no dwindling phone calls or wierdness during conversations. One day he was there, then poof. . . gone.

Fuck him. Fuck little boys who don't have the balls to properly handle situations they get themselves into. Fuck these tears that are being cried over someone SO not worth it.

Nikrose the Elf, what's your favorite color??

posted on 12/6/2007 12:43:39 PM in (2) Comments

Christmas Elf Name


My Christmas Elf Name is







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Happy Monday!

posted on 12/3/2007 9:42:36 AM in (4) Comments

Last night before I went to bed I was studying birds I need to know for Nature Study, one of them being the Canada Goose. Then I had a dream last night that these Geese were nosediving into our roof and coming through and getting themselves stuck in our couch, sink, floor, etc. I was screaming because I didn't want to get hit by one, and I woke up just as one came through my ceiling right over my bed. How creepy!!

In other news, the entire town is covered in ice. I saw 3 people fall while walking to class today, and I biffed it down the front stairs in an effort to check the mail. Woofie. Welcome to the Mount in the winter.

Good day to you!

She has a dislocated heart and will be out for the rest of the season

posted on 12/2/2007 12:46:32 PM in (2) Comments

I couldn't sleep last night. I'm sick with a broken heart. It was like when you have a bad cough and every time you start falling asleep you get a chest spasm.

The story goes- girl runs into boy after becoming friends years ago, boy is really sweet and shows interest, boy and girl start dating and girl slowly lets down her guard and starts to really fall for boy, boy one day stops calling. Typical yet so unexpected.

I was supposed to go to his work christmas party friday night. I said no to other super fun plans because I wanted to spend the evening with said boy. Well, after still not hearing from him friday afternoon and him not returning my phone calls I assumed maybe I wasn't going anymore.

He still hasn't called.
Houdini would be impressed at this disappearing act.

My friends and their stalking abilities ruled out that a) he is dead, b) lost his phone, c) had a family emergency, or d) had his ears and fingers cut off in a terrible accident. Sooo, another girl? Another guy? Sudden memory loss? Help me out here.

This weekend I have been one ball of misery. I don't deal with situations like this very well. Everything I've trusted in my life has suddenly disappeared/fallen apart (ok, that is an exaggeration, but I have been through many hard-hitting losses.) I trust very few and expect the worst. But this boy seemed good. He appeared mature and trustworthy. Good judge of character Nikrose.

I hate having no control over the situation. I want to MAKE him talk to me. But I deleted his number, so thank God even if and when I get the urge to become a lunatic, I can't.


Ug. All I can do is wait. And listen to Christmas music. And eat cookies. Yep, starting to feel better already. But don't try to sweep me off my feet anytime soon, because I'm not interested. Especially if you have no intention of catching me.

Waiting for the phone call that's not coming

posted on 11/30/2007 3:02:18 PM in (1) Comments

I get it
sung by Kate Voegele

I couldn't make this up
I have been outdone by my own kind
I always traded up, yeah
Now I'm a victim for the first time

And I can't pretend I'm not over the edge

Well, well baby what do you know
You turned the tables on me, didn't you?
My, my, my it only serves me right, now I get it
This is how hurt feels
And it's everything they say it is

I was untouchable
Until karma crashed my party
Found out I'm crushable, oh
And I'm the only one who's sorry

It's unprecedented, I can't turn the page

No, no, no don't you go
I do all the breaking up around here
No, no, no don't steal my show
You should be the one crying these tears

Well, well baby, what do you know
You turned the tables on me, didn't you?
My, my, my it only serves me right, now I get it
This is how a heart breaks
And it's all it's cracked up to be



Boo.
:(

You're supposed to learn something new every day. . .

posted on 11/28/2007 1:18:01 PM in (3) Comments

. . .and here it is.


My bio prof today said, "Sedges have edges, rushes are round and grasses like asses have holes."



What? Haha. Not that I frequently ponder over the grasses in my yard, but at least I will never forget how to tell them apart!


You're welcome. :o)

Oh Saint Anthony

posted on 11/27/2007 7:11:23 PM in (3) Comments

I got certified to be a yoga instructor last month. Super excited about it. I've been practicing lots and putting together routines and I even have an interview at the gym next Wednesday! But one problem...


I CAN'T FIND MY NOTES!!

I've searched this entire house for that damn book. Under the bed, in the magazine rack, in all my textbooks (but let's be serious, I never really open those). I am so pissed!

Will you help me look? :o(




Saint Anthony where are youu?

Alcohol

posted on 11/25/2007 12:54:29 PM in (4) Comments

Dear Alcohol,

First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around at the holidays(hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings).
However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your
influence has led to some unwise consequences:

1. Phone Calls and text messages: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation after 2 a.m. can have much substance or necessity. Why would you make me call my ex's? Especially when I know, for a fact, they DO NOT want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night.

2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal. But, why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce along with a huge slice of pizza and some stale chips (washed down with wine & topped off with a Kit Kat)? I'm an eclectic eater but I
think you went too far this time.

3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer this issue home
by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black & blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock.

4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop! This is getting ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evenings debauchery
may be in order. But, the 3 p.m. hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products, aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out (face down on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn or wherever) then the hangover should be minimal and in no way interfere with my daily activities.

Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now and would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great
stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets.

In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances above and address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Friday 3 p.m. (pre happy hour) on your possible solutions. Hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.

Thank you,
Your Biggest Fan

I vote yes on Parenting Licenses

posted on 11/19/2007 4:17:22 PM in (3) Comments

I am doing my pre-student teaching in a preschool. There is one little guy who loves to cause trouble, and every day when his mother comes to pick him up I see exactly why. Here's how the dialogue went today: (Names and specifics have obv been changed)

"Kyle, time to go!
Kyle, let's go.
Kyle, put away that puzzle, we are leaving.
We're going to the bank, do you want a sucker?
Kyle, you better come right now or you're not getting a sucker.
If you don't get off that chair and come over here, you are going straight to bed when you get home.
That's it Kyle, straight to bed!
Kyle, you can't play video games when we get home unless you get your hand out of the fish bowl and come with me.
Kyle, I'm going to count! One (waits 2 minutes) Two (waits 4 minutes) Kyle, if I get to three you are not playing video games when we get home.
Kyle, if you go up in that loft you are going straight to bed.
Kyle? Kyle! Kyleee. KYLE."

I could go on. But you get the idea that this lady is ridiculous. Pick your child up, put him in the car and F'ING follow through with your consequences. It doesn't (or shouldn't) take Dr. Phil to realize what you're doing DOESN'T work.

Rawwr.

For Ballzz

posted on 11/19/2007 10:26:06 AM in (0) Comments



Happy Birthday Momma! XOXO

We made a turkey?!?

posted on 11/18/2007 6:43:48 PM in (3) Comments

My 9 roommates and I had Thanksgiving dinner tonight. It turned out soo well. The food was abundant and delicious, and it was so nice to just spend time with each other. It was all of us and the boyfriends. (I'm one of three roomies that DOESN'T have a boyfriend, but I'm perfectly content living vicariously through them.) Very glad we got to eat, drink and be merry before the crazy holiday season begins.
While I was stuffing my face and looking around at my beautiful, intelligent, amazing roommates, I realized how lucky I am. I have definitely found a home away from home here, and I am very sad to leave it in May. The classes, the sorority, the distance from home- those things I will not miss. But these girls and this house and these fun times together I definitely will. They are always there for me, always willing to cuddle and watch a mov or go out and get crazy, always only a phone call away at most, but usually just a knock on the wall. They've seen me at my worst as well as at my best and loved me unconditionally. They know what I'm thinking before I even say it, respect the fact that I go to bed earlier than grandma and turn down the TV, and understand that if I'm not too talkative all I need is a hug followed by some space. This is the first year that I feel we are actually adults living on our own, and we have been doing a damn good job of taking care of ourselves and each other. In six months I will be moving out of our house and out of this town, and I hope that I can look back with no regrets. Living it up until then!!

Ugh school

posted on 11/15/2007 9:27:58 AM in (0) Comments

SENIORITIS



We'd fight for a cure, but we just don't give a shit.

I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog Tyson too.

posted on 11/13/2007 8:13:49 AM in (3) Comments

This is Tyson:

He is my roommate's dog and we all love him. But since we can't have dogs in our house, he lives with her BF.


This is our landlord:

She likes to show up unexpectedly and just walk in to say hello.


So anyways, when we are pretty positive that WWW (Wicked Witch of Washington St.) is not going to pay us a visit, Tyson comes over to play. This has worked out fine all semester, until one dark day this weekend. Tyson and Tony (roomie's boyfriend) were visiting. We were hanging out and laughing at Tyson and having a wonderful little afternoon together, and then one of the downstairs roomies comes up and says, "Do you know our landlord is outside?" Complete panic ensues. Tony and Tyson are pushed into the bathroom and commanded to lock the door. Then we sat and waited. And waited. We spied through the back window and saw her chatting it up with our neighbors, then raking the leaves in our parking lot, then inspecting the fence, all the while being dangerously close to our back door. Tony and Tyson were cuddled up in the bathroom Anne Frank style, and I'm told Tony had his hand around poor Tyson's mouth the entire time.
Two hours later (that is not an exaggeration), we decided WWW might never leave our house. We had to get Tyson out. Soo, we came up with this great idea of carrying him out in our kitchen garbage can. No no, it's not a big garbage can! It's quite small! But for some reason we thought we could roll Tyson in a little ball and he would fit in perfectly. First we couldn't get his head to stay in. Then his front legs were hanging over the side. Then we covered him with a red blanket and laughed till we cried for about 10 minutes because he looked like Little Red Riding Hood. This entire time Tyson thought we were playing and continued to jump out and run in circles around us. Finally, we got him to sit still, covered him with some clothes, and Tony carried him outside to his car. Little Tyson kept trying to stick his head out, and Tony kept nudging him with his chin. It reminded me of that game where you hit the alligators with the hammer as they pop up. Tony and the "hamper of dirty clothes" got to the car safely without any hassle from WWW, and I'm pretty sure neither of them were happy with our crazy antics. They just do not understand the wrath of our landlord.

Tyson probably won't come to play for awhile.
But I would like our garbage can back.

Veteran's Day

posted on 11/11/2007 10:06:15 PM in (1) Comments

I learned today that 1 out of 3 veterans are homeless. That breaks my heart. All they did for this country, and the majority of that generation because they HAD to, and that is how they end up? What is wrong with our government?



Lighting a candle for all past, present and future American soldiers.

Give Thanks

posted on 11/7/2007 4:27:10 PM in (4) Comments

Look what Ballzz and I made!!



It's a calendar, every day you put a card in the pocket saying what you are thankful for. (That's Dexter the Wonderdog's butt in front of 30)

Since I'm not at home, Mom is going to have to put my cards in for me until Thanksgiving.
Nov 1: My Momma who does fun and random things like this with me!
Nov 2: My Grandma and Grandpa who are healthy and happy
Nov 3: My little brudda who's quickly turning into a young man
Nov 4: My bestests at home who understand me like no one else can
Nov 5: My beautiful house and my roomies up at school!
Nov 6: My statistics teacher- he is way cool
Nov 7: My super comfy bed. Yup yup.


What are YOU thankful for???

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