| . |
September 27, 2004
~Deep breath in through the nose, out through the mouth. One more time. Find your center. Relax. Hold it. Good. One more time. Focus!~ Nope, I will not be teaching the basics of yoga today. That is something that popped into my head today. I was watching my mentor teacher try to keep the seventh graders on task. One class is too quiet. The quiet that indicates they have no idea what's going on and may not even realize that you are speaking English. The other class cannot shut their mouths. Honestly, I think it is an impossibility. The eighth graders are a different story. They've learned the game. They know that they can still talk...as long as they look busy and can parrot back answers when called on. The rest of the day went very well. No serious disasters. I was mistaken for a sub for at least three periods, which was just funny. I think I can handle this. I am going to leave that open ended so I have an escape route later. ~Relax and breathe. Center your body. Let the stress seep out to the floor.~ The show went well on Saturday. We were brightly colored and in time with the music. That being said I have to note that it is extremely daunting being the only tribal group at a cabaret show. A couple other groups sort of went the tribal route: one had moves while another had outfits(vaguely). What's the difference? Everything you thought when you first heard "bellydancing", the sparkles and bra tops and genie pants, the showgirl look, that is cabaret. We take a different approach. Full skirts, cholis, hipscarves, and turbans made up our outfits. At least if they didn't know what to do with us, we stumped them all the way around. I'm not complaining...well, not really. The show was fun! I want to learn how to sword dance now. It may just be from the music, think punk (the real kind) meets the Middle East. There are all sorts of ideas floating around our troupe now. I love the one that says our "fun" song should be an 80's song. I'm voting Prince. What do you get if you include to two 17 -ish males in a bellydance show? Well, pick a good, driving, dance club beat and let the guys breakdance and you have the makings of a really cool challenge. (For those not as 80's as I tend to be...Challenge is what the dancers used to do...one at a time...trying to outdo each other.) It was a really entertaining dance number. The lady that hosted the show worked out a choreography with one of her sons and his friend. It is kind of scary how easily her moves matched theirs. Wow, really long post. Sorry 'bout that. I'll shut up now. posted at 5:22 PM
----------------------- September 24, 2004 Okay, because I keep dreaming of running away to India...or some other exotic place, I figured you all are doing the same...it tends to happen this time of year. I stumbled across this site. Take a look, stay a while, travel abroad without leaving your desk....and see all the pictures. posted at 4:12 PM
-----------------------
I'm feeling better, thanks for the sympathy. I have discovered that I wish I knew how to read Arabic, Hindi, Indian, Iraqi, etc. They look like beautiful languages, especially written Arabic. I was clicking the "next blog" button and came across an entire series of Middle Eastern blogs. I sat looking through them trying to get any hint of what they could be writting about. I have no clue but am now hopelessly in love with forms and curls that make up the written languages. I have also come to terms with the fact that I am a sucker. I am now working all day...quite literally, without a real break, so that Abe and Linus don't have to. This may also be caused by the lack of money in my life....but being a sucker gets more adoration in the long run. Wish me luck...the belly dance show is tomorrow night. This should be fun! posted at 1:44 PM
----------------------- September 22, 2004 ~to the tune of I Feel Pretty~ I feel icky. Oh, so icky. I feel icky and yucky and gross. And I pity anyone who's near me tonight. I feel clammy. Oh, so clammy. It's alarming how clammy I feel. And so icky That I can hardly believe I'm alive. ********************************************************************************** excuse me while i go have a poor pitiful mandy moment. between getting some make me feel ucky bug and a minor case of accidental, almost food poisoning my stomach isn't so happy. it is making me feel horrid. i need pjs, tea, and my teddybear. posted at 5:07 PM
----------------------- September 21, 2004 Yusuf Islam is apparently a threat to the country. In fact the plane he was on was grounded and he isn't being allowed into the country. Three cheers for homeland security. However, there is a slight twist. Yusuf Islam is fromerly known as Cat Stevens. There is no word, as of yet, why they believe he is a threat. Ummmm....yeah..... posted at 10:24 PM
-----------------------
posted at 9:12 AM
-----------------------
Happy Birthday Clay !!! I can't draw....so instead I will send (or will try to send) mass amounts of traffic to your blog and comic. Everyone go visit Clay's page!!!! I hope you have a great day....and take some time to go play in the snow! posted at 8:58 AM
----------------------- September 20, 2004 Strange things have been happening for the last day or so. It just seems necessary to share them and the questions they created with you. Someone walked up to me in the computer lab and gave me a piece of paper. It had some sort of symbol scribbled on it. I don't know. They didn't say anything. Should I consider this anything? Or should I try to figure out the symbol? I watched the news and found myself dancing around the living room - it is supposed to snow tomorrow. Why is this exciting? I don't want snow...I am not done with my shorts yet.....help! I voluntarily sat and listened to the football coach and a couple players talk about the game during lunch. I think I must be coming down with something... Ben could smell the lotion that I hadn't completely rubbed into my face. Eventually, this was very funny. I became the Rev's Sunday Sermon. If you need a little pagan religion check it out. People obviously knew where the Morocco quote came from. Why didn't you all play along and give the next series of lines? I discovered this morning that I still own my plastic garden clogs. I thought I had left them in Anchorage with the garden. Guess not. Someone spraypainted a heart on the side of HalfAcre Gym. Nothing else ...just a heart. The maintenance guys were deciding the best way to cover it as I walked by. Why does it need to be covered? There are much worse messages out there why paint over an expression of love? I fell victim to my inner Jr. High student. I had decided that the next time I saw a specific guy I am interested in I was going to talk to him...see if I could break this "not even dating" run I am on. But when I saw him I beelined right past. I couldn't go talk to him. There was a cute lil barbie doll type girl with him. I have holes in the heels of both of my socks. I'm not quite sure how this happened. There were no holes this morning. By the time I got to the gym this afternoon my heels were completely out of my socks. Maybe I can start a new fashion trend? posted at 1:36 PM
----------------------- September 18, 2004 I've decided. I'm going to live in Morocco for 1 year. Do you want to come? posted at 11:30 PM
----------------------- September 16, 2004
My japanese name is 浜野 Hamano (seaside field) 美晴 Miharu (beautiful clear sky).
Thanks Mark! posted at 9:23 AM
----------------------- September 15, 2004 I'm broke! Yes, I know I just got paid. I paid all my bills then went shopping. Lots of bellydance pretties are coming my way. I don't feel bad. posted at 7:29 PM
----------------------- September 13, 2004
 Your a fairy of the swamp! You love to dance and play with the frogs and other fairies. you the size of a humans hand and like it that way. What Type of Fairy are You brought to you by Quizilla |
