Discussion in 'Dancers Anonymous' started by fascination, May 10, 2009.
Oh! That is a classic story. *wiping away tears of mirth*
So the footstools actually had feet? That's clever. I think I like your old company on that basis alone.
my brother had the same issue as cha cha child...only it was the word TR-UCK
Little ones are cute, when they're learning to talk. Like my friend Stephanie, who couldn't say her own name until she was well into first grade. Until she was about six, to hear the old folks tell it, her name was Suh-Tephanie. She couldn't get her tongue to wrap around that diphthong. When she finally got it, there was much rejoicing. It makes me wonder what people do, when they have long and complex last names, for example. Teaching a preschooler to spell Smith? No problem. Anything with more than one syllable? Not so much.
And I'm not dissing the table, btw, ccm. It may be a classic one day, despite its being reminiscent of the infamous but fictional leg lamp. lol. I just can't see most teenagers owning up to it. Teens are a different breed, something I realize more deeply every day, much to my chagrin. *sigh* lol.
Yesterday, worked out 2x on my new, lovely, threadmill - while the weather was cold and wet outside!
DS shows up, discussing skiing, happenings, work, etc.
DS's - son #2 grandson, opens late Xmas gift from my parents - CARS activity case, he's lovin it.
Call my step-father "happy 80th" he's finally in a good mood, we promise to take him to Casino.
DD - texts - very excited to start work in a "normal" daily environment with school.
DH finally makes it through the door after stuck in Fort Stockton due to storm/snow/black ice.
DH announces,,,"ok, so I'm thinkin' I should fly to D.C. in March for meetings, instead of driving, this last round of getting stuck wasn't bad, but getting the last available hotel room in a small town was a little nerve racking"
Neighbor introduces me to products of Melalukin....this is the stuff my DD talked about that now her three allergic, dry skinned children - stuffer no more with. I love the lotion "Renew"....ahhhhhhhhh, no more itch from dry skin, and DH has not sneezed once since we cleaned house with product yesterday, DS notices that his son also does not sneeze or itch (he has severe allergies). wow, gotta put this into the house regularly.
Read, read read and catch up with DH, paperwork, skiing news, etc.
Dreading circuit training workout at an 8 a.m. start time....trainer laughed on phone....eeewwwww tomorrow morning is gonna come early!
So glad to hear about your DD's career change, 3W! (Among other things. )
Update on DS and PE. His schedule is changed. I don't even have to sign any forms. A quick and easy email to his counselor and it's done. Since it's PE, it's no problem.
Vineyard church 10-11:15am
Catholic Church 11:30am to 12:30pm, served as Eucharistic minister
12:30 to 1:15pm Eucharistic minister refresher training
1:15pm to 4:00pm - shopping for groceries and some much needed updates to wardrobe
4pm to 8pm - Late lunch then veg out
8-8:40pm - stationary bike, weights
Then shower, get ready for work week and bed!
mon...teach step class...spend time with boss who is grieving, and may be quitting...think the entire fitness department is about to implode....long overdue....no idea what perspective I should have on that...drive to indy for first lessons in a month...not sure how I felt even til I got out of the car....but, thank goodness, it was good to be back...I can't overstate how relieved I felt...to dinner...get into spat with son, on phone, have really had enough of his forgetting who he is talking to....then dinner also doesn't sit well...maybe it was to long since I last ate and I was too full or I was just too tired, so dinner didn't stay down...too tired to care...find tiny bit of bengay in purse...try to convince self it is enough....crank up heat and fall asleep in my crocs so that I know where they are when I have to walk to the bathroom...b/c I know I am going to feel like hell in the balls of the feet and the ankles when I wake up...never mind the knees...threes hours of gold standard/open smooth with one five minute break midway through?...there will be pain...however, other than the issue with my son, all is right in the world once again
Btw, though I can't imagine ever doing this, check out these shoe shaped bathtubs!
Oh my goodness. Those are AWESOME! I think you should get the pink one.
Child slept in with me the night before, and is home from school with sniffles.
Participate in discussion on departmental business of importance.
Go to grocery store.
Feeling really sluggish, but know what needs to be done....
Treadmill: 4 mins @ 6 mph, 1 min @ 6.8 mph x 6 = 30 mins, followed by 10 mins @ 6 mph. 21 mins @ 4.3 mph w/incline.
Make chicken salad w/cranberries for din.
Funny convo at dinner:
Me: Now, just because people might be talking about this at school, I think you should know that the national championship for college football is today...
Child: Who won?
Me: It hasn't happened yet. But the teams will be...
Child: The Ravens?
Me: That's professional football. This will be Alabama, who are called The Tide vs. Notre Dame, who are called The Fighting Irish.
Child: Isn't Notre Dame around here?
Husband: Yes, but this is a different Notre Dame. The original Notre Dame is in...
Me: She's got you there.
Discover that the one task I tried to delegate to Husband that would have taken 5 mins did not get done. Fine. I'm not doing it either. We won't make a hotel reservation and we won't go. Simple as that. I'm not going to make a fuss, but I'm not going to do it. I did the grocery store. I did make dinner. I did laundry. I'm not asking the world Do your bit or don't.
Read with Child.
Fooled around on computer, read a little, bed.
Sorry. I'm a little crazy when it comes to bathtubs. I grew up in a house that was built in the nineteenth century. The third floor (servants quarters no less) still had one of the old fashioned claw-footed bathtubs. Loved it. It's really not that far from a claw-footed tub to a pink stiletto, when you think about it.
@fascination. Best of luck with the upheaval at work. You have endured so much drama there, over the past year or two. I hope that whatever is coming works out for the best for you. My heart also goes out to your boss/friend. She's the one who lost her son recently right? I can't begin to imagine what she's going through. *sigh*
forgive me, fellow YAthreaders, for I have been remiss. It has been over a week since my last posting.
While I was gone:
CA brother and SIL driven to Newark airport on NYEve
Party prep more or less finished
Fall asleep by 9, no point in drawing it out and I've been up forever (full disclosure: NYE is my anniversary, aka A Day That Will Live in Infamy, so I'm not much for celebrating)
NY Day: finish party prep, grab a shower, and go be nice to people; by 2:30, I'm wondering if anyone's going to show; gradually, slightly more than 50 people make it, eat, drink, and are merry; I ponder the relative merits of prosecco vs. champagne, decide prosecco is the ultimate summer white wine while champagne is lovely any time of year
Cleanup cleanup cleanup; cousins who stayed in NY overnight -- cousins from faraway places, young cousins, 20somethings, who think being in Times Square on NYE is cool -- have reappeared and help massively with cleanup; after cleanup efforts, take two cousins to airport, one to train station, so they can get back to their homes
Cleanup is clearly going to be an ongoing process and there are probably wine glasses still hidden in vases etc that will not see the light of day for months; btw, does anyone know how to get blue candle wax out of a white tablecloth? on account of, the chandelier in the dining room is an actual chandelier, candles, not electric, and there's wax all over the damn place
Throw away a damn lot of high-fat, high-calorie food; JA is most displeased with the way her clothes fit, time to get back to the straight and narrow
The rest of the week is a blur, but I remember gyro (with a hangover; not optimal), lessons, cleanup cleanup cleanup
Rearrange furniture in newly-redecorated library; now I can see out 3 windows, one N, one NE, and one E, toward the river
Crash and burn and bow out of a Date; was invited out for dinner and dancing, and was just too damn tired to go
Read a lot; been a while since I've done that, missed it
Get final fittings on new gown, color me happy
Receive good news and spectacularly bad news in equal measure; meh, life is balance
I love your writing style! Just sayin.
I also commiserate on the whole anniversary thing. I got married on my parents' 46th wedding anniversary. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Makes for quite a tumultuous day for me, every Veterans Day. (Sweet story: Mom and Dad decided to get married on Armistice Day, naively thinking that they'd always get a day off from work to spend together. Nice.)
To HFKAM to pack one box, which turned into packing 4 boxes (orders! Yay! Income! Yay!) which meant HOURS spent in proximity to Ex, TDNWMH
PO, UPS, supermarket
Home for long enough to receive more bad news
Group class in Mambo, haven't been to group class in months and haven't done any rhythm/latin since I had the bad vertigo, so, it's been over a year, and holy cow, I can't do jack; my dance confidence circles the drain and Teach <koff> expresses his displeasure, shall we say; TDNWMH
Pick up finished new gown from Blond German Friend, then go for a glass of wine and a chat with her
Home, try to sleep, epic fail
2 hours' sleep; just sayin'
Almost cancel gyro b/c, y'know, 2 hours' sleep, but go anyway, which turns out to be a good idea; moving is good, moving with intent is better, moving with intent with a teacher who cares about my health and well-being (since it's quite obvious I am not doing well): priceless
Home, eat gobs of protein
Lesson; Teach expresses his displeasure with me crashing and burning in class; all I can reply is, I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW, he threatens to make me compete in Mambo at next comp; I tell him, good luck with that; battle of the wills! Put on new gown for lesson, and it's smashing; it's heavily stoned and heavy as hell, and has a very, very full skirt; I was concerned that the skirt would pull me over in spins and turns, but nope, yay; considering I have had little sleep and am exhausted, lesson goes as well as can be expected;
DB#2 comes for her lesson; she's picked up 2 new Latin dresses over the weekend -- for a song, really, I have shoes that cost more than these dresses -- and tries them out with Teach; she looks GREAT in both of them
Some minor shopping
PO to pick up a Certified Letter that's been worrying me; turns out to be stupid not-to-worry, why is this certified? which is good, b/c I'm kinda up to here with stuff to worry about
Father's Xmas present gets delivered; he saw a recliner in the Cabela's catalog, and us "kids" got it for him; please, what was he thinking? Upholstery on the damn thing is *camo*. CAMO. You have to understand: the room it's in is beautifully decorated, like something out of Architectural Digest, Father has intimidatingly exquisite taste, and then there's this Thing in the corner. I repeat: What was he thinking? But... the colors go with the room, and if you squint, it doesn't look too much like camo, and he sat down in it and sighed with delight. Go figure. A cheap POS recliner upholstered in polyester camo, and he's happy. Whatev.
Long phone call, catching up with dance buddy
Manage to stay awake until 8pm, but that's all she wrote
@J_Alex--YAY about the dress!!!
[Less yay about the mambo, the aforementioned bad news, and the UN-quality time with Ex, but let's focus on the positive.]
Up and get Child ready for school b/c that's what I do on Mondays. Realize it is Tuesday. (Child staying home from school on Monday confused me.)
Oh, and tell Husband how I feel about him not doing that one little 5 min task...and he does it. But he doesn't get as good a rate b/c the rate expired the day before, which is why I had asked him to do it yesterday. At least he showed some investment in helping out.
Prepare to take cats to vet. Only succeed in getting one cat in the carrier. Going forward, I really think I need to take them in two separate carriers. Opening the carrier to try to stuff a second cat in turned into something of a comedy of errors, except one that involved me getting scratched and the escapee hiding.
Darius and I go to the vet. Darius has an anxiety attack of the first order and HOWLS like the world is coming to an end during the entire 7 minute drive. Open mouthed panting...he is a wreck.Get his exam done.
Come home. Cleopatra hisses at Darius for the rest of the day. I'm not sure if he smells like vet or like anxiety, but she is not okay with him. (Still isn't today.)
Go to work. Library. Take out a couple books about King Lear. Start working up some teaching notes and ideas.
Go to pick up Child. Cannot find car key!!! Turns out I left it at the library circulation desk. Retrieve key, hustle to school.
Take Child to dance.
Lots of subs today b/c the company is getting ready for their first dance competition of the season and a lot of the main teachers are involved with getting them ready. (Also, one teacher just had hip surgery.)
One of the subs uses some language toward the kids I consider not terribly appropriate, repeatedly calling them "lazy," telling them they moved like "old people," and forcing them to do a near abusive amount of calisthenics (in ballet class).
This was Child's 3rd dance class of the day and normally her favorite, as she loves ballet. She shouldn't be near tears in the car.
I may say something to the director.
Home. Put Child to bed.
Put Self to bed not long after.
Yesterday wake up SORE, tight muscles, ouchie ouchie,,,grrrr,,,is the word for the day.
Head out to lesson.
Can hardly move, Pro looks at me puzzled....I explain...he laughs...pushes me harder in smooth to STRETCH!
(note to self": seriously revolting the very idea to stretch into the smooth pattern with legs that shrunk after circuit training....where's my heating pad? lol)
Another Doctor appt. Cardiologist loves my current results for new baseline. This is good.
Daughter - sends video clip of her and grandkids doing Zumba in the living room, way fun.
Step-dad - call goes well until he says "I haven't seen you in two months" ok, couldn't take it anymore, I read to him from my calendar every day I've seen him or called him. THERE, TAKE THAT! and hang your hat on it!
DH buys me lunch, YES! offers to make dinner YES (this normally means, something simple that he cannot burn on stove or explode in microwave lol)
Search airline fares...slew of sales going on.
Fingers crossed I'm not this sore in the morning while getting threadmill again....hit 12,000 steps for the day! YES!
Very happy, until text from trainer,,,,"see you at 8 a.m." I know it's good for me, but really? burst my almost through the ouchie stage day with a text!~
tues....breakfast, df, fb, channel surf, bank, lunch, lessons (wonderful)....all smooth and standard...so hobbled I had to switch to practice shoes...working gold QS mostly...yay...drive home, dinner, teach spin, apply bengay, go take an advanced rumba class ...home, box-o, welcome dh back home properly ...sleep like death until two at which time awake to screaming muscle pain ...pretty much everywhere...remain awake til 5...toss and turn til 7....teach interval at 9...meet with boss...now home where, once pets have been fee, a serious nap will occur
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