Thursday, July 2, 2009

Another blah-g . . .

Well, I couldn't figure out what to blog about - nothing blogworthy has happened in the last few days! So I was thinking that I would just tell you about some random thoughts and happenings from the the last week or so . . .

I was driving back from the Hill Country and stopped to fill up my tank. As I was pumping my gas, I noticed a reflection in a piece of glass that was waist-level. What I saw there startled me: there was a HUGE protrusion at my waist! Like a big hump coming straight out. I was seriously horrified. I thought to myself "I KNEW I shouldn't have eaten those Beaver Nuggets!" I tried sucking it in but didn't notice any difference in the reflection. I was just about to fall to my knees shouting "whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy????" when I realized that the glass was apparently at an angle and it was my chest that was reflecting and not my waist. Is it wrong that I felt proud of the "huge protusion" at that moment?

On the drive home, I saw an old clunker truck with a sticker on the back window that read "Bad Ass Boys Drive Bad Ass Toys." This made me laugh. And made me want to ask him his definition of "Bad Ass."

I stopped by Burger King to pick up dinner for me and my mom. I pulled forward to the second window and paid but my order was not ready. The kid taking my money asked me to pull forward and they would bring me my food when it was ready. Not unusual, right? What was weird about it was that there was no one behind me so I didn't really understand why I couldn't just wait at the window for my order to be ready. I found myself feeling quite rejected and pulled away saying quietly, "Fine. I didn't want to look at you, either." And then I realized that I'm too immature to be driving a car.

I went to my 5 year old nephew's hip hop class today and thought it would be so cute to watch. All the dance studios there have big windows that people can watch through so we all piled around to watch little Ben do his thing. I sat there watching him trying to learn the steps (and getting only about every fourth step) and I realized that I would NOT be able to do the dance he was learning. It looked way too hard! It has taken me 2 months to get to a point where I can do Hip Hop abs without becoming nervous that someone might see me. And here is my nephew dancing every fourth step of a hip hop routine with all of us staring at him through a window. I suddenly became more impressed with Ben and thought about asking him to teach me some moves. I'm not proud that my 5 year old, whiter-than-white nephew has more groove than I do.

Then my sister started talking with the owner of the studio and I realized that my sisters had signed me (and themselves) up for a jazz/hip hop class. And it starts next week.

Excuse me . . . WHAT??????? WITH A WINDOW WHERE EVERYONE CAN WATCH ME??? Friends, that is my own personal Hell.

Something tells me that I will DEFINITELY have something to blog about then . . .

4 comments:

The Queen of my Domain said...

LOL! Thought you were very generous about Ben....getting every 4th step!! Was it even that many?

Ms. E said...

So just where is this dance studio, and what time is your lesson? LOL

Jill said...

Pleeeeeeeeeeease tell me when your class is and where?!?! I HAVE to witness this first hand! I don't care what I might have on my calendar, it's not nearly as important as watching that class. Remember, my love language is words of affirmation which means I will only be there to encourage you. : )

steph said...

once again .... ROFL!