Piggy coughs
Uhg, I feel like ass, but I also feel like I should update…
So what’s up with me? What’s up with you? I don’t know what’s up with you, let me know…
I seem to have caught Boy’s cold, or alternatively, swine flu. I don’t think it’s the piggy flu because we haven’t been near any Mexicans or anyone who has just visited Mexico, just Julio’s Barrio, which has gone super down hill, and isn’t really Mexican at all. It used to be that the saving grace of that behemoth on Memorial and tenth was the sangria and the dessert. Well the sangria has now mutated into watered down fizzy cherry cough syrup with vodka….in a pitcher filled 2/3 with ice… Never again! Anyways, back to matters of health, Boy’s immune system sucks, and so he’s sick for the 3rd time in about 6weeks, and I’ve finally caught what he has. My throat is all kinds of sore, I have a bit of a cough and I’m pretty sure I had a fever episode sometime around lunch…unless they turned up the heat temporarily in my already sweltering office. I’ve been guzzling tea like nobody’s business, seriously, I’m on like my 8th mug today…
So other than being sick, I’ve been keeping busy…sorta. My evenings are more or less taken up by exercise/dance classes, and so far they’re all going well. Still struggling with walrus, and upper body, issues in pole, but that’s nothing new. It’s all a matter of practice, or at least that’s what I tell myself. Burlesque has started and so far I’m enjoying it. The girls who run it (two of the Kabuki Guns) are really nice, but very unorganized. It’s very apparent that they have dance training, but they seem to have difficulties explaining the moves to non-dancers, or ungraceful walrus girls…. I can’t really fake the fluidity of their moves, and they can’t really explain them thoroughly, so we’re at a stand still, but once again, I suppose it’s all about practice and eventually feeling comfortable in my own body and with the way it moves.
So last week I moved back to the apartment after about 10 days at the house. My uncle was in town to get married so I got booted out to the suburbs. The experience wasn’t bad, but it did highlight the fact that I can never live at home again. (I say that a lot don’t I?) I don’t know if it’s because I don’t see them as often, or if I’ve just grown up, but my parents seem to be crazier, more settled into their old people ways. My mother was also super stressed from wedding planning and she took out a lot of that stress on the family. I forgot that she does that, hell, I forgot how contagious bad moods were. I’m used to being on my own, so my moods only affect me (and sometimes Boy), but when you’re living in close proximity with three other people, if one person’s pissed, everyone is pissed. It’s…unnerving realizing how little control we actually have on our emotions.
All in all the wedding went off fine. My mom showed that she can’t particularly delegate tasks, well she tried, but then barged in on us as we were doing them. Boy met the extended family and it wasn’t too weird. I got to dress up and eat lots of food…so much food…
I keep thinking about outdoor things, like hiking or camping, but every time I think I can start planning a trip the weather craps out on me. I’m really sick of snow. I’m okay with coldish temperatures and rain, but I’m really done with snow….
I went to the comic expo this past Saturday and bought lots of things I really didn’t need. It felt like there were a lot more people this year, but the amount of space used was the same as last year. Large crowds normally inspire a elbows-up attitude in me but there were a lot of kids at the expo, kids with faces right at my elbow height and I can’t really justify elbowing a kid in the face if the kid didn’t provoke me first. So I was at a loss as what I should do or feel, so I just kinda zipped around half heartedly. I did buy a neat print, a figurine, and yet another copy of Battle Royale.
I’ve also started needle felting. So far I’ve made two hearts and a bead, but it’s something I would like to get more into. It’s a neat technique, probably the closest to sculpture I’ve ever gotten; basically you matte wool into desired shapes by jabbing it with a barbed needle.
Well that’s all for now, I gotta get packed up for Belly dancing class and then dinner with jennacharm so you’ll have to wait until next time to hear all about me…. Be Well!
PRK
So what’s up with me? What’s up with you? I don’t know what’s up with you, let me know…
I seem to have caught Boy’s cold, or alternatively, swine flu. I don’t think it’s the piggy flu because we haven’t been near any Mexicans or anyone who has just visited Mexico, just Julio’s Barrio, which has gone super down hill, and isn’t really Mexican at all. It used to be that the saving grace of that behemoth on Memorial and tenth was the sangria and the dessert. Well the sangria has now mutated into watered down fizzy cherry cough syrup with vodka….in a pitcher filled 2/3 with ice… Never again! Anyways, back to matters of health, Boy’s immune system sucks, and so he’s sick for the 3rd time in about 6weeks, and I’ve finally caught what he has. My throat is all kinds of sore, I have a bit of a cough and I’m pretty sure I had a fever episode sometime around lunch…unless they turned up the heat temporarily in my already sweltering office. I’ve been guzzling tea like nobody’s business, seriously, I’m on like my 8th mug today…
So other than being sick, I’ve been keeping busy…sorta. My evenings are more or less taken up by exercise/dance classes, and so far they’re all going well. Still struggling with walrus, and upper body, issues in pole, but that’s nothing new. It’s all a matter of practice, or at least that’s what I tell myself. Burlesque has started and so far I’m enjoying it. The girls who run it (two of the Kabuki Guns) are really nice, but very unorganized. It’s very apparent that they have dance training, but they seem to have difficulties explaining the moves to non-dancers, or ungraceful walrus girls…. I can’t really fake the fluidity of their moves, and they can’t really explain them thoroughly, so we’re at a stand still, but once again, I suppose it’s all about practice and eventually feeling comfortable in my own body and with the way it moves.
So last week I moved back to the apartment after about 10 days at the house. My uncle was in town to get married so I got booted out to the suburbs. The experience wasn’t bad, but it did highlight the fact that I can never live at home again. (I say that a lot don’t I?) I don’t know if it’s because I don’t see them as often, or if I’ve just grown up, but my parents seem to be crazier, more settled into their old people ways. My mother was also super stressed from wedding planning and she took out a lot of that stress on the family. I forgot that she does that, hell, I forgot how contagious bad moods were. I’m used to being on my own, so my moods only affect me (and sometimes Boy), but when you’re living in close proximity with three other people, if one person’s pissed, everyone is pissed. It’s…unnerving realizing how little control we actually have on our emotions.
All in all the wedding went off fine. My mom showed that she can’t particularly delegate tasks, well she tried, but then barged in on us as we were doing them. Boy met the extended family and it wasn’t too weird. I got to dress up and eat lots of food…so much food…
I keep thinking about outdoor things, like hiking or camping, but every time I think I can start planning a trip the weather craps out on me. I’m really sick of snow. I’m okay with coldish temperatures and rain, but I’m really done with snow….
I went to the comic expo this past Saturday and bought lots of things I really didn’t need. It felt like there were a lot more people this year, but the amount of space used was the same as last year. Large crowds normally inspire a elbows-up attitude in me but there were a lot of kids at the expo, kids with faces right at my elbow height and I can’t really justify elbowing a kid in the face if the kid didn’t provoke me first. So I was at a loss as what I should do or feel, so I just kinda zipped around half heartedly. I did buy a neat print, a figurine, and yet another copy of Battle Royale.
I’ve also started needle felting. So far I’ve made two hearts and a bead, but it’s something I would like to get more into. It’s a neat technique, probably the closest to sculpture I’ve ever gotten; basically you matte wool into desired shapes by jabbing it with a barbed needle.
Well that’s all for now, I gotta get packed up for Belly dancing class and then dinner with jennacharm so you’ll have to wait until next time to hear all about me…. Be Well!
PRK