A "proper" update.
There isn't anything super spectacularly new, to be honest. But an update was requested by three of you guys, so update you'll get.
Work's going well. I'm coming up on my 1-year anniversary. Spectacularly startling, in my opinion.
School's awesome. Still waiting on my damn acceptance letter - getting twitchy.
Rafi and I are better than fine. *smile* Happy camper am I.
I was fighting off something, but I'm starting to swear by Rafi's astragalus (fondly nicknamed assalophagus by yours truly) tea... after consuming a gigantic pot of it and beta-carotine soup (butternut squash soup base with yams and potatoes sliced up and put in) I was all better the next day.
I'm still getting even more in shape. Emily, remember that awesome gorgeous purple shaded skirt you gave me before I left? Remember how it fit really snugly? It needs safety pins to stay up now, otherwise the only thing keeping it from falling is my "gorgeous lower curves." Guess who came up with that nickname. *smirk* The point: I can see the vague outlines of my six-pack, and I'm not sure they're going to get more clearly defined than that, what with the whole womanly figure thing.
My breakdancing (especially the dancing part) is getting much better. And so is hooping! I can finally get the hoop to go down to my knees... and come back up again! VICTORY! *happy dance*
I'm going back to my music roots lately - oldies, Michael Jackson, and bubblegum pop. The music video for the song I'm listening to right now can be found here. A scary observation: if you make it to the chorus without gagging and having to turn it off, you'll notice the choreography, in a way, looks like my dancing.
I'm figuring out what I want to do with myself today. If anyone has any suggestions, feel free.
Off to get hot, wet, and naked. Oh, and clean. Ta!
Work's going well. I'm coming up on my 1-year anniversary. Spectacularly startling, in my opinion.
School's awesome. Still waiting on my damn acceptance letter - getting twitchy.
Rafi and I are better than fine. *smile* Happy camper am I.
I was fighting off something, but I'm starting to swear by Rafi's astragalus (fondly nicknamed assalophagus by yours truly) tea... after consuming a gigantic pot of it and beta-carotine soup (butternut squash soup base with yams and potatoes sliced up and put in) I was all better the next day.
I'm still getting even more in shape. Emily, remember that awesome gorgeous purple shaded skirt you gave me before I left? Remember how it fit really snugly? It needs safety pins to stay up now, otherwise the only thing keeping it from falling is my "gorgeous lower curves." Guess who came up with that nickname. *smirk* The point: I can see the vague outlines of my six-pack, and I'm not sure they're going to get more clearly defined than that, what with the whole womanly figure thing.
My breakdancing (especially the dancing part) is getting much better. And so is hooping! I can finally get the hoop to go down to my knees... and come back up again! VICTORY! *happy dance*
I'm going back to my music roots lately - oldies, Michael Jackson, and bubblegum pop. The music video for the song I'm listening to right now can be found here. A scary observation: if you make it to the chorus without gagging and having to turn it off, you'll notice the choreography, in a way, looks like my dancing.
I'm figuring out what I want to do with myself today. If anyone has any suggestions, feel free.
Off to get hot, wet, and naked. Oh, and clean. Ta!