05.17.09
Oh Dear
Little blog, I haven’t forgotten you. Sometimes I just don’t know what to say to you….
In the past week I’ve started to realize a project on bat education, gone to belly dance class, tried out for a student belly dance troupe and gone shopping with my sister.
Try outs…went so well Joharah told us to come back in a week. /sigh So not well. I practice some more…still not good, but I’m hoping not bad.
Shopping was awesome. I went out with my sister and I managed to buy two pairs of pants and two tanks for dance classes. I also bought two shirts for everyday! Success!
I did enter a story into the WoW contest. Since I didn’t get my “YOU ARE AWESOME AND YOU WON” email I’m guessing I didn’t win. Actual winners were notified 2 weeks prior to the contest closing…if I read correctly. So I didn’t even warrant a batch of signed books. Oh well, it’s not going to stop me from trying…CBC contest is the next victim!
I cannot promise that I won’t neglect you dear blog…nobody reads anyway. But I’ll do my best!
And how funny is it that when I did my spell check…blog is NOT A WORD! LOL
07.08.08
Slippery Shimmies
Bellydance class last night was truly an exercise in discomfort. First things first…I got pulled to the front of the class. Kate (who shall be known as the chicken for the remainder of this post) slid over the other corner at the back. I should tell you that for the past one and a half years we’ve been in bellydance we have taken up the rear corner as our post…every. single. class.
Why? Because then we don’t accidently catch horrifying glimpses of ourselves in the giant walls of mirrors that surround us. Anyway…
Fine I’ll go by myself to the front of the class, right behind our teacher. The advantages of dancing right behind the teacher…
- I can’t see past her to see myself in the mirror.
- She doesn’t watch me as closely since she doesn’t have eyes in the back of her head.
- Nobody else likes to be up front so I didn’t knock anyone out with my flailing arms.
And it was hot in that room last night. Like h.o.t…HOT! Sweat was pooling in places it had no business pooling. It was even dripping of my nose. Ugh…nothing quite like shaking your shimmy in a sauna.
It may have been hot, but as always it was fun. But hot.
