Punctured by a Quill.

I never thought of bellydancing as a dangerous hobby. Apparently it is, if you are me. I was leaving class last night holding my dance bag...and it bumped against my leg. No big deal, right? Not if you have a porcupine quill in there! It was like a red hot poker was shoved inside my knee! Holy crap, I thought it was stuck! I wilted to the floor, and pulled up the leg on my pantaloons. Whew. Nothing broke off the tip of the quill, thank god. But ow I have a nice little puncture would on the side of my knee that's making me limp. Seriously, it only went in, like, less than 1/4 inch. Way less. Sigh. I hope I am not limping for my performance tomorrow. I think I just need to keep walking it out.

Farmer's Market Bellydancing! Come see me!

I am performing on Saturday morning at the local farmer's market in HMB. We have the first show at 10:30, and the second one at 11:30. We are collecting donations for a local organization, HEAL. There will be great produce, gifts, breads and other delectable treats at the Farmer's Market. Of course, there will be us, bellydancing for you! We have some new costuming and new dances! Yay! Please ask me if you have any questions.


Directions:
From 92 W -----> Make a left onto Hwy 1South (towards Santa Cruz)
Make a U-turn at Kelly Ave (next stoplight)
Turn Right into the second Driveway at Shoreline Station (you will see a train car by the entrance)
Park anywhere, we will be in the Parking lot area behind the buildings. You should see signs and everything.

It's Finished!

I finished my first Successful Tassel Belt for my performance this coming saturday! Yippee! Took me forever. Prototype number three was the charm...Now I just have to fix the Turkish Vest so it actually fits, put some gold ribbony stuff on my coin bra, figure out how to put on my head pieces and I am all set!

Coming to Terms

I am going to buy a scale today. I don't know how I feel about it. It has never been about the weight for me. Maybe that's because I have always been able to eat whatever and not worry about it. So different now. I have to exercise to keep my figure. I watch what I eat. I haven't been as active as I used to be. I get comfortable with the less than perfect me ( I don't strive to be perfect, just what i want myself to be). I get lazy, stagnant. I know my hubby loves me and thinks I am sexy/hot/beautiful, so I don't need to impress all the time. Sometimes I will look in the mirror and not like what I see. I need to get off my ass and do something. I don;t want to be governed by a scale. Maybe it is time to go through with it. Have a goal in mind. That would help, much better than: "Well, I hope my pants fit this week."

Red line = Cracked out tweaky feeling body/brain

I went out dancing Friday night. Before we headed out of town, I shared a Red Line with a friend. Bad idea. That shit is like bad bad bad crack. I didn't sleep that night, at all. I tried to take a nap the next day, not happening. My body was tired, but my brain was awake. Then I went out dancing a gain on Saturday. I felt a bit better and slept for a few hours. That stuff really messed me up. Never again. Blech.

Just thinking

I have been contemplating starting a food journal. Something to motivate me to eat healthier, and less. I also think that if I am putting the info out there for all to see, it will help me to not eat such bad food. lol. Thoughts? has anyone else ever done this? Has it helped?

12 Line Poem Topic

Sigh, i have to come up with a 12 line poem for my Speech class. I don't know what to use as a topic.. Any suggestions? I hate asking for other peoples thoughts on school matters, but I am just not into it today... It's due on wed...

I can go two days without...Right?

My car is in the shop. I dropped it off yesterday morning. They were going to start on it then, but the guy who was supposed to work on it called in sick (for the 3rd day). I would rather wait for him to work on my car, anyway. I had to ride my bike home, in the midst of a mysterious illness I am coming down with. Poo. But I made it home, in my work pants. It seems I need a new front tire, or just more air in it; the bike wasn't too keen on making any sharp turns...I wanted tog o to my bellydance class last night, but was not about to ride my bike with my pounding head and crazy stomach cramp. So I cleaned. Watched TV. Pretended to do some homework. Made some dinner, it was totally gross, I had leftovers. Watched Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations. Went to bed. I couldn't stop coughing; therefore, my husband could not fall asleep. I slept on the couch. Hopefully I can get someone to come pick me up form work today (preferably with a truck to pick up my bike as well) and take me to my (hopefully) finished car. I am so glad it is friday.