Not a morning person...

I have once again proven that I am not, and never will be, a morning person.  Not only am I grumpy and unpleasant, but I am completely uncoordinated and absent-minded.  This morning, I needed some clothes from the laundry room in our basement.  I slipped on some flip-flops (wouldn’t want to be barefoot on the cold cement floor) and ventured downstairs.  Then I finished dressing, poured some coffee and stumbled to my car.  Most of my 30-minute commute was spent thinking of breakfast and my new belly dance solo choreography; not once did I glance down at my feet.  It was not until I exited my car and headed into my place of work, that I realized I was still wearing the flip-flops.  SO not workplace appropriate!!!  The guys in my office laughed at my story, but I am going to have to spend the rest of the day hiding my feet or explaining my choice of footwear to passersby.  

 

Old habits & paying for laziness

It’s amazing how difficult it is to change small habits.  Lately, I’ve become re-impassioned in my good-for-the-earth, hippy, tree-hugger ways.  As a child, I had an incredibly inspirational teacher who ignited in me a love for the environment and all things green; sadly, as I grew older, being environmentally responsible became more of a chore.  I still recycle, I still turn the water off when I’m brushing my teeth, etc, but I’ve definitely become more lax in my other habits.  So recently I’ve attempt to change my evil polluting ways…small changes, mind you, baby steps.  I have begun refusing plastic bags at the store when I don’t need one (until I get a good supply of reusable bags, it has been impossible to completely avoid).  This went fine for a while, but sometimes I will forget and not even realize I’m holding a plastic bag until I’m out of the store.  L  I’ve also decided to stop using paper towels, as much as is possible.  I have a cloth hand towel on my desk and I just carry that to the bathroom with me.  This has worked great! …until I took it home to wash one day after spilling coffee and forgot it the next day…and yesterday I took the towel with me, but as I finished rinsing my hands, I automatically reached for the paper…ugh!  I will break myself of these old habits; it will just take practice.

On the exercise front, I am attempting this week to finish my “virtual roadtrip”.  A couple of us signed up for it in November – an online “race” that tracks your running or walking miles along a 223-mile course.  It’s been 6 months – 223 miles should have been a breeze.  However…with one week to go, I still had 40 miles to go.  So rather than admit defeat, I am attempting to get these miles in.  I have 3 days and 10 miles to go.  I am exhausted and my feet hurt.  Yes, I realized that 5 miles a day should be easy, but keep in mind that I’ve been regularly running 3 miles every other day and going to a weight-lifting class instead on my off-days.  I’m just not accustomed to continual running.  I will persevere; I will finish!  And the pain will not stop me from starting the next roadtrip on Monday. J

Shake that body!

Oh, so tired.  J  I dislike Monday mornings, not only because it’s the start of another long workweek, but because I’m usually totally exhausted from the weekend.  This weekend was no less stressful than any other recent one – we started off with a belly dance gig for an acquaintance that is moving overseas.  That was a blast!  The going-away party was held at a local VFW, which was kind of weird, but the crowd was really into it – they picked right up on the zaghareet and clapping.  Plus we got paid in cake!  Can’t beat cake! J

On Saturday I put on my running shoes and joined ML for the AHA Heart Walk.  After hitting the farmer’s market for some weekly provisions (locally-produced BLT, anyone?), we hiked 4 miles around the riverfront and downtown.

On my way home from that, I got a call from Magdalene about performing again that night for another party.  This one was a group of high school teachers celebrating the end of the school year and their previously-booked entertainment had cancelled on them.  Thank goddess for the internet!  That show was also a lot of fun – I think the teachers were a little overwhelmed at first, but they got into our act soon enough and we had a great time with what was essentially a rehearsal for our June 9^th show.

After we finished up and changed out of our costumes, I headed to Muldoon’s for the SC69 show – they played to a packed house. All was well until the end of the night, when I attempted to help the DH disassemble his drums and dropped a wing nut behind the stage… L 

Sunday was spent sewing, fabric shopping, and painting the new studio.  No wonder I’m exhausted.

My challenge this week is to finish the Virtual Road Trip – I have 25 miles to go before Sunday!

 

Angeli Tenebrarum

This is Latin for “Angels of Darkness”, and also the new name of the Gothic spin-off of the Tribal offshoot of the Diva Soma Belly Dance Troup.  Angeli Tenebrarum is the brainchild of Pelagia, our brilliantly talented choreographer, and includes me, Mehadi, and Kassara.  I’m not sure how well I, the Happy Little Goddess, will do masquerading as an Angry Little Goddess, but it’s going to be fun to try! J  Come see our debut performance at the PS Collective, June 1-2.

And I am a Material Girl

I hate being broke.  OK, granted, I’m not can’t-pay-the-bills, can’t-fill-my-belly, can’t-make-ends-meet broke, I’m just whining middle-class can’t-go-shopping-today broke, but still.  Not having cash for fun stuff makes me antsy and unpleasant to be around.  And while I actually do have a little pocket money at the moment, I’m trying to ration it out carefully as not to blow it all before my next paycheck. 

But, regardless of the fact that I technically have some money, I’m not in a position to spend it because of all the things I have coming up (workshops, costume purchases, social obligations) for which I should be saving…and therefore I really really really want to buy things.  Lots of things.  I never seem to want things unless I can’t have them…and when I can’t have them, I get obsessive.  

Today’s obsession:  Melodia pants.  These are an item that I actually “need”; a group of us are working on a Gothic/tribal fusion dance and we need appropriate costumes…which translates into extremely-expensive-but-oh-so-fabulous pants, aka Melodias.  I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to justify them enough to use a credit card (a huge no-no at my house), but so far, I’ve been “lucky” enough (financially-speaking) not to find the ones I want in my size.  I want a pair of black fringes (the options are fringe, sash, or miniskirt), in size S31.  Apparently I’m small for Melodias – awesome!  Well, except that smalls are rare and quickly snapped up.  Currently on eBay, the only black S31s available are the minis.  The Melodia rep posted about black fringes in S32 early this morning, which I messaged her about, but I think they were already taken… :P 

So, yeah, this is my poor white suburban hell right now – not being able to buy fancy pants.  How pathetic am I? J