I am EXHAUSTED.
I feel so, so tired right now. So tired in fact that even though I have a few pictures from last Saturday night (courtesy of a very nice student of mine) I feel too lazy to post them. They're in my car anyways. I'm so tired I'm typing this with my eyes closed and my head on my knee................................. ................
What?! Huh?! Oh yeah, typing post....(sorry fell asleep a little). Yishe!
I don't know why I feel so tired, I know that I couldn't get to bed last night and that I stayed up until 2:30? tossing and turning. So maybe that's it. Anyway here's my remaining agenda for the night:
1. Call Boyfriend
2. Shower
3. Book
4. Bed
Goodnight!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Catch Up
I really need the Internet. Ohh how I miss the Internet. I had a post ready for tonight, prepared for you and written in my brain, but when I sat down to type it I just....couldn't.
Why you ask?
Only because my lovely sister and mother have Very Loud Voices and are always in an argument about ANYTHING. And I don't have internet at my house, and so this is my only option. Tonight the Loud Voices were about how my niece cannot chew with her mouth closed and whether or not Canoeing was an Olympic sport (it is).
Oh well, maybe I can write tomorrow, and I guess I can use this time to tell you that my show on Saturday, despite my doubts, was a lot of fun. My partner and I did not win, but he performed without making that many mistakes! And I got to wear a sexy red Latin dress. Yes!
My wedding couple on Sunday wasn't so bad either, I didn't practice great time management, but they had fun. I have another wedding couple this month and I think I may experience bleeding from the ears because I have to choreograph their dance to this song*. I almost stabbed my eyeballs out with the heel of my ballroom shoe after only the first chorus in the hopes that the pain from my ears would subside in comparison. Do you know how many times I am going to have to hear this song? I don't even want to think about it.
Since this weekend my attitude over my job has risen again and I finally undertand the cliche of "roller coaster ride" feeling extreme highs and lows every few days or so. I have my ankle taped right now because it has decided it is no longer my friend (I'm guessing because I force it and it's sister to support me as I dance in heels for 5+ hours a day). In talk of all things annoying, my dance dreams still keep my mind way too active for a normal night's sleep and my manager told me it's only going to get worse**. Poop.
* Sorry to all you country folk out there, but I apparently have an allergic reaction to deep vocal twang and easy rhyming cheesy lyrics because listening to country music makes my skin crawl.
**I'm surprised how pestimistic this post turned out, I've been in a much better mood this week, promise!
Why you ask?
Only because my lovely sister and mother have Very Loud Voices and are always in an argument about ANYTHING. And I don't have internet at my house, and so this is my only option. Tonight the Loud Voices were about how my niece cannot chew with her mouth closed and whether or not Canoeing was an Olympic sport (it is).
Oh well, maybe I can write tomorrow, and I guess I can use this time to tell you that my show on Saturday, despite my doubts, was a lot of fun. My partner and I did not win, but he performed without making that many mistakes! And I got to wear a sexy red Latin dress. Yes!
My wedding couple on Sunday wasn't so bad either, I didn't practice great time management, but they had fun. I have another wedding couple this month and I think I may experience bleeding from the ears because I have to choreograph their dance to this song*. I almost stabbed my eyeballs out with the heel of my ballroom shoe after only the first chorus in the hopes that the pain from my ears would subside in comparison. Do you know how many times I am going to have to hear this song? I don't even want to think about it.
Since this weekend my attitude over my job has risen again and I finally undertand the cliche of "roller coaster ride" feeling extreme highs and lows every few days or so. I have my ankle taped right now because it has decided it is no longer my friend (I'm guessing because I force it and it's sister to support me as I dance in heels for 5+ hours a day). In talk of all things annoying, my dance dreams still keep my mind way too active for a normal night's sleep and my manager told me it's only going to get worse**. Poop.
* Sorry to all you country folk out there, but I apparently have an allergic reaction to deep vocal twang and easy rhyming cheesy lyrics because listening to country music makes my skin crawl.
**I'm surprised how pestimistic this post turned out, I've been in a much better mood this week, promise!
Friday, August 8, 2008
Home from work, time to whine down...
Eh. So. Tired.
I just want it to be Sunday, well actually...scratch that, Monday would be much better. Sunday I meet my first wedding couple at work and I'm more than a little unprepared for that, but that's another post for another day (Sunday).
Tomorrow I am performing in Daytona Beach's version of Dancing With The Stars, and I can't say I'm too thrilled about it. When I agreed to step in and take the place of my manager (who originally was going to do it until she got sick), I had no idea the scale of this production was going to be so massive. Video shoot? Interview? Competing with seven other couples and being critiqued by a panel of judges in front of the entire audience?! No idea.
I feel 100% unprepared, unenthused, and unconfident. I think my positive attitude made a slight appearence at some point, but was ultimately smooshed to bits by my ridiculously pestimistic partner (who's best response to my usual "Don't worry we're going to do great, it will be fun!" was "Eh, we'll get through it").
Oh and best of all? In doing this I am missing out on two of my best friend's house warming party. And all the beer and laughs that go along with any party at their house. And I never see them anymore :(
Joy.
Maybe I'll feel better about it tomorrow, when my tired stinging eyeballs have had some rest.
I just want it to be Sunday, well actually...scratch that, Monday would be much better. Sunday I meet my first wedding couple at work and I'm more than a little unprepared for that, but that's another post for another day (Sunday).
Tomorrow I am performing in Daytona Beach's version of Dancing With The Stars, and I can't say I'm too thrilled about it. When I agreed to step in and take the place of my manager (who originally was going to do it until she got sick), I had no idea the scale of this production was going to be so massive. Video shoot? Interview? Competing with seven other couples and being critiqued by a panel of judges in front of the entire audience?! No idea.
I feel 100% unprepared, unenthused, and unconfident. I think my positive attitude made a slight appearence at some point, but was ultimately smooshed to bits by my ridiculously pestimistic partner (who's best response to my usual "Don't worry we're going to do great, it will be fun!" was "Eh, we'll get through it").
Oh and best of all? In doing this I am missing out on two of my best friend's house warming party. And all the beer and laughs that go along with any party at their house. And I never see them anymore :(
Joy.
Maybe I'll feel better about it tomorrow, when my tired stinging eyeballs have had some rest.
Longing for Loins (of the pork kind of course)
What's the deal with me always trying to start these things off with "So," that's a really annoying way to start a post, isn't' it? I should work on that...
So, I'm eating some broccoli and cheese soup and it is most definitely NOT hitting the spot. This is more disappointing to me than you may realize, because food and I haven't been on the best of terms lately. We don't really get to see each other as much as we'd like to. I'm in the studio a bit more than I think I'd like to be, and this has left very little opportunity for food and I to have some good quality time together. Sure, we might sneak in a little chicken nugget here and there, and I did enjoy those left over burgers last night, but our time in the kitchen has dwindled. We never cook anymore. And we used to cook three, four, times a week! Sometimes even twice in one day! And now? Maybe once a month. Oh what I wouldn't give to go back to one of our finest nights, chicken cutlets, where I took my time and was patient with food, and in return food made my taste buds sore! A most satisfying and exhilarating sensation filled my mouth with every bite! Afterwards, food cozy in my belly, we cuddle up and watch some TV before going to bed, happy and peaceful.
I'm sorry I've been so distant food, maybe we can just cook later at night? Morning? We'll find the time, where there's a hungry belly, there's a way.
So, I'm eating some broccoli and cheese soup and it is most definitely NOT hitting the spot. This is more disappointing to me than you may realize, because food and I haven't been on the best of terms lately. We don't really get to see each other as much as we'd like to. I'm in the studio a bit more than I think I'd like to be, and this has left very little opportunity for food and I to have some good quality time together. Sure, we might sneak in a little chicken nugget here and there, and I did enjoy those left over burgers last night, but our time in the kitchen has dwindled. We never cook anymore. And we used to cook three, four, times a week! Sometimes even twice in one day! And now? Maybe once a month. Oh what I wouldn't give to go back to one of our finest nights, chicken cutlets, where I took my time and was patient with food, and in return food made my taste buds sore! A most satisfying and exhilarating sensation filled my mouth with every bite! Afterwards, food cozy in my belly, we cuddle up and watch some TV before going to bed, happy and peaceful.
I'm sorry I've been so distant food, maybe we can just cook later at night? Morning? We'll find the time, where there's a hungry belly, there's a way.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
How NOT to dance Samba
After writing my last post, I jumped on youtube searching for dance videos...because hey! I finally have the free time to! I found this video labed "How to dance the Samba" so I checked it out, and I may now have nightmares for the next few months....
If you can't watch the whole thing at least skip to the end!
If you can't watch the whole thing at least skip to the end!
Ballroom Beatdown
I'm a little scared here. You see, two men I teach at the studio have their master lessons with this guy today, and I'll be on the lesson with them as partner. Now, these are THEIR lessons, but I will still be asked to dance, and I really, really, really hope I'm not asked to do a pattern or variation I don't know.
He seems pretty tough...check him out...
There are just so many things I can see going wrong today, and I hope I come back tonight happy that none of them happened....wish me luck!
He seems pretty tough...check him out...
There are just so many things I can see going wrong today, and I hope I come back tonight happy that none of them happened....wish me luck!
Friday, August 1, 2008
Thomas Jefferson was a total Sexpot
Pete and I just started watching the HBO's John Adams a couple of nights ago, and last night we finished part II of the seven part mini series. When he first suggested we watch it, my first reaction was "Watching a movie about our 'Founding Fathers'?? Okay Grandpa, but should we stop at the diner for the Early Bird Special before hand?" but since I've been on this little history kick lately I agreed. Plus he said he'd seen the previews and he thought it looked good, and for the most part he's right about movies (with the minor exception of any horror, body mutilating, torture movie...seriously Pete, you scare me sometimes...). So we started watching.
Teachers totally need to scratch any history lesson about this time off the lesson plan and just show this series instead because it's mucho more entertaining than the texts books and you get a sense for what it was like at the time. Of course if I was still in 7th grade (or whenever you learn about the birth of our nation) I doubt I would watch with as much attention as I do now, and I'd probably be three pages deep into a note about Hottie McHottie pants who sits at the front of the bus, but still, I'm sure some geek would enjoy it and the rest of us could just laugh at all their funny looking wigs and that would be fine too.
Anyways watching this started to get the most exciting when all the super stars started making their appearance. Benny Frank, good ol' George Washington (who was apparently an amazon man, really super tall) and of course Thomas Jefferson. Man, lemme tell ya, Tommy J. was a total FOX! Or I mean the character who plays him in the series...whatever. He was sitting there listening to John Adams and Benjamen Franklin read over his draft for the constitution and Tommy J. was all cocky and layed back and like "Each word was a chosen precise decision" and I was like "Damn right Tommy J. stand up for your work!" and I think it was his arrogance mixed with his purple-ish pink satin shirt that made him look like the Colonial times Prince(the singer not the son of a king) is what really did me in....Whew! Cold shower time!
I mean check him out!
Stud right?
I think I'll suggest a Purple-ish pink satin Colonial times shirt for Pete, or maybe I could just settle for the wig. We'll see.
Teachers totally need to scratch any history lesson about this time off the lesson plan and just show this series instead because it's mucho more entertaining than the texts books and you get a sense for what it was like at the time. Of course if I was still in 7th grade (or whenever you learn about the birth of our nation) I doubt I would watch with as much attention as I do now, and I'd probably be three pages deep into a note about Hottie McHottie pants who sits at the front of the bus, but still, I'm sure some geek would enjoy it and the rest of us could just laugh at all their funny looking wigs and that would be fine too.
Anyways watching this started to get the most exciting when all the super stars started making their appearance. Benny Frank, good ol' George Washington (who was apparently an amazon man, really super tall) and of course Thomas Jefferson. Man, lemme tell ya, Tommy J. was a total FOX! Or I mean the character who plays him in the series...whatever. He was sitting there listening to John Adams and Benjamen Franklin read over his draft for the constitution and Tommy J. was all cocky and layed back and like "Each word was a chosen precise decision" and I was like "Damn right Tommy J. stand up for your work!" and I think it was his arrogance mixed with his purple-ish pink satin shirt that made him look like the Colonial times Prince(the singer not the son of a king) is what really did me in....Whew! Cold shower time!
I mean check him out!
Stud right?
I think I'll suggest a Purple-ish pink satin Colonial times shirt for Pete, or maybe I could just settle for the wig. We'll see.
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