These Animals are Special to Me
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I just got back from my first Salsa class and guess what? I'm pretty good at Salsa. The whole time I was like, "It's my Mexican heritage." I think I offended the Puerto Rican lady teaching the class on several levels. (Just for clarification, I did not mention my Mexican heritage in class even though the instructor mentioned being Puerto Rican a lot. I actually don't think I offended anybody, unless they were offended at my awesomeness.) I've also gotten pretty decent at pole dancing. I can do the Fireman spin, the Pinwheel spin, the basic drop, and one unnamed spin that our instructor made up. My arms and shoulders hurt like a bitch and my inner legs are covered in bruises, but my pride feels fantastic.
I gave notice at my job on Wednesday. My last day at work will be January 7th. I gave them some extra time because of the holidays and because they'll need to train people to take over for me on one of the teams I'm on. Anyway, we're planning to have a big going-away party, and that's all I really care about. I was like, "I'm telling you early so you can order the cake now." People laughed like that was a joke, but it WAS NOT. :-)
Emily and I saw The Nutcracker last weekend. I forgot how much fun The Nutcracker is. It's so unashamedly girly. It's all about Christmas and presents and dolls and candy and fairies. Then last night we saw Cirque Dreams: Jungle Fantasy, which was like a Cirque de Soleil knock-off, I think. It was pretty cool, but watching all the acrobats and stuff just made me want to go to the real circus. At the real circus I would have been able to eat cotton candy and there would have been elephants. I freaking love elephants. I'm not sure what the criteria is for claiming something as your spirit animal, but I'm thinking of claiming elephants in general. I just think they're cool.
And finally, here are my adopted babies in their Halloween costumes. Misfit is the pug, and Trixie is the Boxer. Misfit actually wore that rider for hours. It was hilarious because he always kind of acts like he's really tough and he wants you to take him seriously, but then he forgot he was wearing his Halloween costume and we couldn't even look at him without giggling. Silly little monkey. Anyway, here they are. And also a picture of me in the first grade, just because. Don't you all wish your Mom loved you enough to put you in an awesome vest like that? She still defends that vest: "You looked sooo cuuuuuute. You loved that vest!" What a liar. There's no way I ever loved such a thing. Actually, it is a little bit awesome. She could be right. I don't really remember.
