45-year-old mother of two human boys, ages 16 and 12; pet-mom to three rather yappy canines and two cats; keeper of the zoo; and wife to one incredibly tolerant man. Alternately babbles and rants.
Read on at your own risk.
Amanda - Me Choreboy/ Brent - The Husband The Elder Offspring - what it sounds like The Gum Zombie - the younger offspring The Nephew - see above, re: Elder The Divine Miss M - my niece Teddy, a/k/a Hound, f/k/a Toad - small hyperactive chihuahua/ yorkie mix Charlie - baby dog! chihuahua/ pug mix, or "chug" Daniel - large sedate male of the feline persuasion Emily - rounded homicidal female of the feline persuasion Bob, a/k/a Blob - interdimensional traveler masquerading as Felis silvestris catus The rest of the critters can be found over here.
*Former subtitle "We're not hosting some sort of intergalactic kegger down here..." courtesy of Chief Zed, Men in Black
Monday, October 01, 2012
Guts, I Haz Them!
No, this isn't becoming the Belly Dance Fashions blog. That, m'dears, is a picture of Yours Truly, mid-graduation dance. Turns out the old girl has some nerve left in her yet!
Thanks to my oh-so-delightful anxiety, I was planning to just take beginners a third time. However, on Sunday night, September 23rd, inspiration hit and I figured I'd better grab that sucker before it got away. So before I went to bed that evening, I had a complete choreography. Brent videoed me the next night, I tweaked a couple of spots, and rehearsed every spare second I had (and some I didn't) up until the performance on Wednesday night, the 26th. Nothing like giving yourself 72 hours notice to get the old juices flowing, eh?
And I totally wasn't hiding out in the restroom at work practicing my dance in a 4' x 4' space. Ahem. Nope, not me. Pardon me while I work on perfecting that "I'm totally innocent!" look...
So anyway, I made it into the intermediate class. Hooray!!!