school girls and pipe burns

Friday night was karaoke at the local bar. This has come a somewhat bi-weekly tradition for myself and some friends. Well three of us girls decided to "dress up". We wore little plaid skirts and white tops and yes we were going for the school girl look. So sue us. LOL But we had a great time. Dressing up just made it easier to act like a goofball and boy did we ever. (I feel the need to remind people that I do not drink). There are some incriminating pictures that came out of the night. I doubt anyone will ever see them.
Saturday and Sunday were spent in Ocean City MD. We had a great time. The water was freezing but I loved it. The boy and I walked the boardwalk and did some tourist shops, and I got my shot glasses. On Sunday we rented scooters and that is how I ended up with a 3rd degree burn on my leg. From the pipes on a scooter. 3 years of riding motorcycles and I get a burn from a scooter. Sheesh.
Anyway, this was a really great weekend condensed into 2 paragraphs... but it was awesome.

Son of a Beach

We went for a really long drive on Saturday. We woke up at noon and decided to drive to Delaware. Why Delaware you ask? Why not? I have never been there and I since it wasn't that far away... about 2 hours we decided to go. So the boy and I piled into the jeep and went for a ride. The bike is in the shop getting a new front fork seal :( in case you were wondering. It was a nice ride down, but the rain was chasing us. We got to Delaware and decided there wasn't much there. Just a whole lot of water. So I decided we needed to go to the beach. So we went looking for the beach. We didn't find much, but we ended up so far south, the boy suggested taking the ferry up to New Jersey and going home that way. But while looking at the map I saw that Rihoboth Beach wasn't that far away from where you got the ferry.
When we found the beach we were hungry so we ate at Gus & Gus Place and then walked the boardwalk. I was finally able to walk along the beach as well... one of my favorite things to do. I just love watching the water. If it had been just a little warmer I might have jumped in... but it was freezing.
And of course I had to buy a box of salt water taffy. I believe it is actually required.
After a little while we left the beach and decided to try getting the ferry. We were too late. We missed it. But we decided to go to Jersey anyway because our guys from Emily's Toybox were playing there. Needless to say the guys were surprised to see us.
The next day we went to Easton Yoga to see some bellydancers shake their stuff. It was awesome, and I got to see Hipnosis dance. Watching them almost makes we willing to drive to Philly once a week to take classes. Almost.
All in all it was a good weekend.

Thank you

You are born into a family, and if your lucky, it's a half decent one. And most of the time you know they love you, but in your head you think "well yea, they love me but they're supposed to, they're my family".
But as you grow up you meet hundred's of people. Some of those people become friends, lovers, people you think you can trust.
I never really had many of those kind of people in my life. I never fit in. I wasn't interested in clothing, makeup or girly enough to fit in with the girls. I was too small and too sick to fit in with the boys. No one cared enough to see me for what I was. I always tried and tried to trust people, bring them into my life, but some how it would always backfire and I would end up hurt.
But then one day I got really lucky, and I met this girl who was just like me. Someone who "got me" and loved me for who I was.
As time went along, I had the same problem with boys... they just didn't get me. I wasn't girly enought for them and I was too strong for them.
But then one day I got lucky, and I met this boy who got me. He liked me because I was strong, he liked that I wasn't girly. And amazingly enough he loved my body the way it was.
I don't know if I believe in happy endings. To quote Smendric "there are no happy endings, because nothing ever ends". I still get hurt by people. But everytime someone hurts me or betrays my trust, I can at least be thankful that I have two such wonderful people in my life. People who don't judge me, who aren't ashamed of me. People who love me for me. And I love them too.

land of confusion

Ugh!
I have rearranged my schedule to take another bellydance class and now I'm kinda wondering... why.
I don't know. I joined a "troop" who are actually four other women that I have become friends with over the past months. All of which have about 2 years worth of dancing over me. I agreed to join because I was having fun in my class and since I liked these women I thought it would be cool and fun, especially after watching them work on their group performance. The song they had picked was a modern pop song and was fun. So they had decided to do another pop song which was fine by me. But now one member is questioning how if she will appear professional if she continues to do more modern music. She stated that she wants to perform alone at the "serious" shows and she'll do the group performance for local shows. She didn't say it exactly like that but I know that it's what she is thinking because she and I had a conversation about how her latest teacher felt about bellydancing to "modern" music. This teacher told her that she doesn't even bother watching people who don't perform to traditional music. Now I'm not sure why this irks me so much, except maybe that I watched how hard these other woman worked on a group performance and I thought everyone was excited about doing a group thing. I'm not sure how far I want to take this if it is just going to be me. I mean, I've spent a lot of money on this already and I'm wondering if it will work out in the end or just be another hobby that falls to the wayside. I suppose there are other troops I could join if this doesn't work out, but still it irks me. Mostly because I almost feel like she's saying she's too good to be with the rest of us at something so serious. I guess it also bothers me that she would let someone else's opinion, or fear of someones opinion, change what it seems like she had thought. People who let other peoples opinion influence or change what their opinion once was really bother me. I guess I should just go to bed.

dancing machine

Quote: Why should I sail with any of you? Four of you have tried to kill me in the past. One of you succeeded. - Jack Sparrow
Bonus Quote: Did no one come to save me just because they missed me? - Jack Sparrow


My weekend actually started on Friday. I took the day off to take a bellydance class at Rakkasah's Spring Caravan . The class I took was Urban Tribal Slinky and Smooth with Heather Stants from Urban Tribal in California. It was a very cool class, although a little advanced for me. I was told by the friends I went with that I did really well, but I felt overwhelmed. Although from what I hear that is the way almost everyone feels who takes a class at Rakkasah. The class was in New Jersey so I actually had to get up earlier for this class than I normally do for work. Then an hour and a half ride to NJ to get there 45 minutes early. The class was about 3 hours long with a good half hour of yoga in the beginning to stretch everyone out. It didn't seem to hurt while doing it, but the next day my stomach and arms were sore. I got home around 5 and almost immediately went to a goodbye party for the interns that worked with us this year. Right after that the boy and I went to the bar to hang out with some friends.
The next morning I was up early again to drive about an hour to go to a mall outside of Philly with they boy and my brother. Had a lot of fun, but I can only take so much shopping so I was glad to get home Saturday night was spent watching a kind of lame movie called Mercy. The only reason I got the movie was because it had Peta Wilson in it. Like I said, it wasn't that great.
Sunday: The boy and I took the long way to NJ (3 hours) to go see my teacher and my friend perform at Rakkasah. They were both great. There were also a lot of vendors at Rakkasah and I spent a little too much money but I got harem pants a black top and a very cool necklace.
Last night the boy and I went to see the movie "Next" with Nick Cage. It was pretty decent. I like most Nick Cage movies, at least the ones that aren't serious. Like Con Air or Gone in 60 Seconds.
All right that's it for another post.

working for a living

Quote: "Check for evil step mothers. This much sleep usually indicates poison apples." - House Season 1


I'm wondering if an extra $200 a month is worth it. I work two jobs. I have an amazing 40hr/week job and I work at the library for 9 extra hours a week. When I got my good job I decided to stay at the library because I loved it. Now I'm wondering if it's time to move on. By the end of the second 13hr day I'm really tired. There is also no flexability in changing the hours. The library is so short staffed that I can't just change my hours (like I'm used to with a part time job). I am also really tired of customer service. Granted people at the library are MUCH happier to be there, and for the most part a lot less rude.
However $200 is $200. And I'm trying to save up for a house. And once I buy said house, I would be wishing for an extra $200 a month I'm sure.
But if I could have all that spare time I could work on my art and possibly make more money doing something I like. But if I had that extra time would I use it to work on stuff, even if it was fun stuff.
like Pooh said... Think, think, think