O-town

I hate coming up with titles and subjects for things. I usually just make up something obscure, but then I did it at work and my boss tried to find the google document and had to ask me what I had named it. When I told him he said "ah I knew it was titled something that didn't quite fit what was inside".. I told him that was me in a nutshell and isn't it true?

Hence I named this blog O-town because that's where I am headed next week. I have a shiny new CPR card in my wallet and I'm off to Florida Mania to take some certifications. I'm putting it out there, although I'm a little hesistant. I am getting a certificate in personal training and one in Sports Nutrition and Body Composition. I got my books in the mail last night and immediately started reading them (while watching TV). I want to be like Jesse Spano and run around singing "I'm so excited, I'm so excited, I'm so SCARED!!!". Shit I guess a blog is about putting it all out there so I might as well put it all out there. I have a million things running through my head like: What am I going to do with a personal training certificiate? Do I have time to actually do this? Will my job schedule get in the way? When will I workout? You know Me, Me Me! Those aren't all the questions but since 2 sentences ago I decided to not put it all out there. People tell me I will be great at it. Obviously they don't know my robot ways or about that small problem I have with hiding what I'm thinking from my facial expressions.

I have to drive to Orlando alone. I don't know if I've ever driven that far by myself. I'm pretty sure that my max is 4 hours. Please take note everyone I will be calling! Since I am poor right now as well I signed up to not only attend the convention, but also to work it as a staff member. I get to practice my bouncer skills and thrown down with other fitness people trying to get into a class that they aren't registered for. Should I bring a taser or tranquilizers? I'm soooo good at being assertive (not really).

"Um.. Ma'am??.. I'm sorry but your badge says you aren't registered for Geriatric Zumba"





The staff assistant position also means that I can't leave until the convention is fully over at 5 p.m on Sunday. This means I will have to drive back in the dark. Could I sound more like a whiney little bitch? Probably not.

That's it for this week folks.