when you have a good conversation with your hubby, you break through some good intense struggles in your lives, and you feel like celebrating? kettle corn.
when you spent the last three days practically in the depths of despair and you felt like the life was being nearly sucked out of you? kettle corn.
when you are up too late four nights in a row and the sleeping aid is helping-but-not-helping get you through the night? kettle corn.
when you’re solving the world’s problems with the man of your dreams (whom you just beat at three card games in a row because of your sheer genius) and you’re about to watch season five ‘the office’ episodes on nbc.com? kettle corn.
we went to sanibel/captiva island and wandered around.
lovely time….simply lovely…..
so nice to be still, to get away (mostly) and to not think about work! (okay, we thought AND TALKED about work – but does anyone ever really get a day off? i didn’t think so….)
I am posting this video from YouTube not on a whim and not because I am suddenly a fan of Grits, but because I am taking a HIP HOP DANCE CLASS at Stepz!, a local studio. The owner of the studio has offered her adult classes to our GCBI students free of charge, as a form of extracurricular fun and exercise! So, last night was my first meeting and, let me tell you what, I am neither as OC* as I thought I was, nor as talented as I hoped I’d be.
It was completely out of my comfort zone to pump my fists and wobble my knees while stepping forward and backward, then spinning to the other side and finishing a left-then-right lasso motion. Maybe, it wasn’t exactly out of my comfort zone so much as it was out of my range of motion zone. My arms! My legs! I’ve been using these dear limbs in sync for years. My brain tells them what to do, my limbs and digits respond. Fingers: type. Toes: scratch calf. Arms: raise to brush hair. Etc.
Alas and alack. I practiced into the wee hours, in order to “beat my body and make it a slave…so that I myself will not be disqualified from the prize”! (Thanks, Paul.)
My husband made comments like “I love that you’re trying.”
At any rate, I fully intend to go back next week, whether my limbs intend to obey my brain’s commands or not. Whether it looks like I am merely trying or am succeeding, I will push to be a most excellent dancer of hip hop.
daniel broke the king's degree / peter stepped from the ship to the sea / there's hope for job like a cutdown tree / i hope that there's such hope for me... ~mewithoutYou, the Sun & the Moon
