I am coordinated, I am coordinated, I am coordinated

I am coordinated... Some one once told me if I set my mind to something and maybe write it a thousand times I could achieve anything. So I am attemting to write myself to coordination. I am coordinated, I am coordinated, I am coordinated. You see, I seem to be in some kind of a dance craze. It all started a few weeks ago when I was leaving the gym. I managed to get caught up in a swarm of elderly, sweaty women. All raving about the class they had just participated in. Zumba. Even the name sounds fun. They all had such fun and such a workout, that I became convinced I should drop the stairmaster and join the madness. Today was my first attempt at Zumba. All the elderly ladies were there and even a few elderly men as well. Zumba consists of dancing, some belly dancing even. If you have never been in a room full of senior citizens belly dancing, you haven't lived yet. I am sad to say I was by far the most uncoordinated one in the room. This simply cannot continue. I am determined to show the seniors up next week. So in an effort to fit in amongst the fellow senior Zumba'ers, Mike and I will be taking a ballroom dance class tomorrow evening. He is overflowing with excitment! And, it is only $5 a piece. Look out Zumba seniors, I'll be back next week, but this time I'm not gonna dance circles around you... While shakin' my money maker!

Bloggin' Time

Hhmmm... It seems I am quite overdue for a post. Does anyone even read this thing anymore? I must say I think I have neglected all of you (oh maybe 3 or 4) faithful blog readers. I suppose I should never try my hand at pet ownership again, as I can't even take proper care of a blog. Anyways, I am still plugging away at school and getting A's barely even trying. As a matter of fact I am supposed to be there at this very moment. (Oh, dear, more signs of neglect) I am not getting straight A's because of brilliance, the school is just plain old easy. It's really a bit frustrating. On the other hand.... What's wrong with me??? Who in their right mind would complain about things being too easy? My Goodness!... I believe that I may be incapable of planning a wedding. All I have figured out is the date, it's a casual theme (think Jimmy Buffet) and it'll be in Arizona. I cannot figure out a venue. I can't figure out what to wear. I can't decide if I want anyone in it, besides Mike of course. All these decisions are just too difficult. And by the way Camille, if you should happen to read this, the date is 4/18/09. You should plan to be in Arizona!

Reflect

Yes, Camille... Threatening to de-friend me does produce a blog. What power you have! You could take over the world!!!! Now normally I like my posts to be fun and entertaining but this will be the exception.

December was an emotional month. There are some things to need to be said about it.

My father: I loved him and I am sorry there is some strange flaw in me that prevented me from saying it to him. But I did love him. The visit before he passed Mom told me how everyone was coming in and holding his hand and giving him kisses, telling him they love him. But no one ever acted that way before. Mom said it was driving him crazy "we are not that kind of family". I know my father knew I loved him. True, we fought nearly every time we saw each other. Over stupid things, I would never back down to him. My poor mother would try to provide some logical solution, but it was all about the argument. I don't think we wanted to resolve anything. He proudly told all his friends about my life, they told me so at his visitation. So even though he never told me he loved me, I know he did! I hate that he suffered so terribly for the last few years. I hate that I was not there to help more. ( Even though I know he didn't want me to be there more, he didn't want anyone to see what had become of him.) He is in a better place.

The Fast Green Bike: My beloved bicycle was stolen in mid December. It makes me very sad, it was the best bike ever. So I suppose this blog has now become a tribute to its memory. I guess if a person is willing to stoop so low as to steal a bike off of my own patio they need it much more than myself. Karma WILL catch up to them someday. I am a firm believer in that!

Mike: Mike is amazing to me. He has taught me so much about my own emotions. I never thought I would find someone that would love me like he does. I am so in love with him, and guess what? We tell each other EVERY DAY! It is interesting what we have done for each other. I have steered his life down a different path. I am the one stable thing that he always knows will be there for him. He has taught me it is okay to be emotional, tell him I love him, tell him I'm angry, tell him anything but don't hold it in. We will be getting married on April 18, 2009 and I can't wait to spend my life with him!

Enough of all this! There will be more entertaining blogs to come...

THE fast green bike

The fast green bike has emerged from her summer slumber. She needed a little coaxing in the form of a little air in the old tires to ready her for the road. It was about a week ago that I dusted her off. I'm not so sure it was a happy occation for the old girl. She coughed and protested everytime I tried to switch her gears, making my legs jerk in an attempt to buck me off. When the old girl realized this was a failed effort she belched her chain off its tracks leaving me greasey and struggling to put it back on. Well, I got it. But in a way the fast green bike got me again. I was too scared to try to shift gears again for fear of her belching the chain off again so I was forced to pedal as fast as I could the rest of the way home because it was in the lowest gear possible. It's now about a week later and I am considering another ride. Never fear, their shall be many more tales from the bike to be told! Let's hope there's no blood shed this year...

Doe Ray Me Fa So La T DDDDOOOOEEEE!

I love to sing. Really, I do it to benefit the fortunate people who happen to be around when a tune takes over my head. I am well aware of my amazing voice and I feel it is my duty to share it. I would describe it as the voice of an angel. Now I realize that I may sound as if I have quite a high head on these shoulders but I assure you there are no other words to describe my voice. I have to admit I feel my voice is slightly underappreciated by those I try to share my talents with. I have even been sternly told to SHUT UP! a time or two. But I will continue to share the beauty, I refuse to be discouraged by those who clearly need their ears tuned.

Girl or Machine

I'm a little nervous here. I am taking a photo technique class and I am under the assumption that my instructor has hypnotized me into some horrible photo machine. I've become mechanical in a sense. Trudging along the fine line that is my life, camera in tow almost everywhere I go. (when it's not with me I inevitablely wish it was) Perfectly normal things are catching my attention. I turn to observe and feel my eyes rotate in and out like the auto focus on my camera. And, I also think it is how a fly's eye works. I don't know why I think that but I sure hope he hasn't hypnotized me into an insect. That would be very bad. A fly releases some kind of unmentionable bodily fluid every time it lands. So far THAT hasn't happened. (thankfully!) Back to the photo making machine I have become. I now scan every surface. Wow that has great texture. Look at that asymmetical set up. How much more geometric can you get. There's an implied line if there ever was one. I hope Mr. Zizzi snaps his finger when the class is over so I can be my nearly normal self again. Hopefully a better photographer too!

First Blog Jitters

I have put so much thought into what my very first blog would be about. So many wonderful thoughts have raced through my head. All of them would have indeed been ideal places to start. What's the trouble you ask? Why have the VERY first and ONLY first blog be about absolutely nothing? Just some jibberish ranting on about NOTHING! Well, let me tell you. I come up with the most brilliant ideas you would all enjoy and talk about for years to come only at the most inconvenient times possible. Such as while sauntering down the grocery store ailes or at lunch. Always while miles away from the nearest computer. By the time I get to typing it out the whit is gone. Better to carry on about nothing to satisfy the millions out there who have been anxiously awaiting this VERY FIRST BLOG. I promise, I will get my thoughts in order and post something worthy of reading very soon!