Grrr at my computer.
I started writing a little post about my weekend and the computer froze.
I use notepad when I’m at work, so I didn’t think it was such a big deal. Normally, things written in notepad are automatically saved.
But no. Not this time.
Grrrrrr…
Friday night, I had my first class at the Y. Started out with only three girls, all around 7. Eek! We stretched, did some basic motions and jumps. We were working on the jumps when three more girls (sisters) arrived. The parents thought the class started an hour later than it did. I told them to come on in anyway.
We had a bit of chaos for 10 or so minutes. I then decided to try teaching them a simple sideline chant. Er…yeah. We’ll have to keep working on that. 🙂
Immediately following the class, some guy in an official YMCA shirt came up to me, asked me my name, and asked if I was going to be teaching the cheerleading class for the whole session. I said yes, I think so.
“Jerry hired you, right?”
Er, yes…
“Well, he resigned this week.”
Ah. perfect. So everyone is clueless. They have no idea who is doing what for the youth sports program, and they don’t know where my paperwork is. The paperwork I spend TWO HOURS doing last Sunday. If they think I’m doing it again, they are so dead wrong.
Met up with R after class, still in my workout garb. He asked if I wanted to go out for dinner or order in, and I said that it didn’t matter, but I would of course have to change my clothes if we were going out.
“I don’t want you to change. You look so cute,” he said.
We ordered in. 🙂
After we ate, we watched A Mighty Wind…this is part of my crash course in Christopher Guest. Last week, I also watched Spinal Tap (finally) and Waiting for Guffman. I loved them both. I also learned that Christopher Guest played Count Rugen in The Princess Bride. I’m definitely won over. He’s brilliant and hilarious.
Headed home to PA on Saturday, feeling the pain of my 30-year-old, ridiculously out-of-shape body crying out in protest at having been forced to do jumps.
“You’re not 18 anymore, Erin,” my muscles reminded me.
Yes, yes. I get it.
The main purpose of the trip home was to see my dad play Victor Velasco in a community theater production of Barefoot in the Park. They did a great job, and dad got lots of laughs.
We decided to make apple pie on Sunday (mmmm…), which was quite good, if I do say so myself.
Okay, look for my thoughts on the Emmys a little bit later.