yes, I have to post this because my lusty lust makes me do it! If I could still have children, I would have his sweet baby boy.
Stephen Colbert dancing...again...sigh...
Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Regeneration Tour
Just got home from a concert with Missing Persons, Flock of Seagulls, ABC, Belinda Carlisle and Human League.
I used my best church-dance moves in the aisles of Dodge Theater. My knee swelled up, my feet effing hurt, thighs burn and I lost my voice.
I finally got to see my first rock god in person tonight. Martin Fry of ABC. I first spotted him at 13 on Phoenix's only video station that had really bad reception. Tonight he wore an autumn orange suit with black shirt and a massive glittery belt buckle. I was about to yell, "I LOVE YOU MARTIN" when the guy behind me said it first.
My first boyfriend had blonde 80's hair like Martin, in this video. Yeah don't decide you want to date someone because of their hair.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
a glimpse into my evening
We arrived home to greet Dave's best friend Dan, who's been working on the bathroom renovation. While the boys were upstairs, I sent a text to my work boyfriend to see how things are going.
My work boyfriend is going through some major medical life changing issues so I've been trying to send him texts everyday. Thanks, by the way, for the picture, if you happen to stop by here.
Then after Dan left, Dave and I decided to have Brinner. Uh huh, Breakfast for dinner...and a glass of red wine. Yes I finally got my glass of wine.
While the food was cooking, the tv was on Clerks II so I had a little dance party of one to Samantha Fox' Naughty Girls Need Love Too. Dave just looks puzzled at me as I dance around him.
He's just jealous of my moves... I've run into that before with the men in my life.
Its a good life
My work boyfriend is going through some major medical life changing issues so I've been trying to send him texts everyday. Thanks, by the way, for the picture, if you happen to stop by here.
Then after Dan left, Dave and I decided to have Brinner. Uh huh, Breakfast for dinner...and a glass of red wine. Yes I finally got my glass of wine.
While the food was cooking, the tv was on Clerks II so I had a little dance party of one to Samantha Fox' Naughty Girls Need Love Too. Dave just looks puzzled at me as I dance around him.
He's just jealous of my moves... I've run into that before with the men in my life.
Its a good life
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
He has finally surpassed Colin Firth
Stephen Colbert is now officially the hottest man alive.
To me anyway.
It was his moves on the dance floor.
And now some kind person has compiled his dancing skills into one fine video with a favorite song.
Don't forget to watch his Singing in Korean video. Great moves in that one, as well.
To me anyway.
It was his moves on the dance floor.
And now some kind person has compiled his dancing skills into one fine video with a favorite song.
Don't forget to watch his Singing in Korean video. Great moves in that one, as well.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Too much going on and I'm beat
Why am I doing this to my self. I need to remember that I have limitation and need to turn down a few invites.
My weekends keep filling up with people I do love, friends with fun activities. The problem is that I end up with day or half a day trying to pay bills, do laundry, and get some laying around TV time for me.
Friday, was a gathering to celebrate the promotion with a few other girls who got the honor as well. Red wine and a fire in a backyard. I can't turn that down. I love that. We roasted marshmellows and made s'mores. mmmmmm. The trouble is that the week has been crazy for all of us to wrap up our assigned work so that iy was in a good place when the people replacing us would take it over. I did get a call that night from Jane letting me know that the memorial service looks like its going to be this Friday.
I had to get up at a decent hour on Saturday for a haircut and gossip session from my friend/hair stylist, Tony. He loved my recently passed former boss as well, so I filled him in on what little I knew. If we can't make the service, we are going to make sure that we send some astounding flowers. He's thinking orchids. I filled him in on some gossip from the resort that made him laugh. He and Stan are going to throw brunch at their place for Easter but we won't worship Jesus we will be worshipping bunnies.
I then had to go to a pampered chef party. Yeah I know Ughh! But I seemed to have found a few things I needed or Dave had to have. Cutting Boards...He's unsatisfied with our current ones and wanted to get some new ones. (he wasn't there but we were texting back and forth). Since the party was at my sisters house, I ended up staying to chat with her and another friend, billy. He is lots o fun, loves pampered chef and will be host for another party in April. I suggested he needs to make a special cocktail for the party, a "pampered-tini". I stayed way too long there and had some errands to do before the evenings event.
Candye Kane was in town. She usually comes once a year and really try not to miss it. I had a few Stella's and had lots of dancing fun. Dave's best friend Dan showed up and my sister and her husband joined us in the very packed place. We were in line before the doors opened. All the tables were taken when we got in and we ended up sitting on bars stools on a back wall that had a small shelf for our drinks. When she played the keyboard with her tits the place went crazy.
Now it's Sunday, my feet hurt and I am looking at my calender for next weekend and I think I'm going to cancel a few things. I also think that I'm going to take a nap and then watch Eastern Promises on pay per view.
My weekends keep filling up with people I do love, friends with fun activities. The problem is that I end up with day or half a day trying to pay bills, do laundry, and get some laying around TV time for me.
Friday, was a gathering to celebrate the promotion with a few other girls who got the honor as well. Red wine and a fire in a backyard. I can't turn that down. I love that. We roasted marshmellows and made s'mores. mmmmmm. The trouble is that the week has been crazy for all of us to wrap up our assigned work so that iy was in a good place when the people replacing us would take it over. I did get a call that night from Jane letting me know that the memorial service looks like its going to be this Friday.
I had to get up at a decent hour on Saturday for a haircut and gossip session from my friend/hair stylist, Tony. He loved my recently passed former boss as well, so I filled him in on what little I knew. If we can't make the service, we are going to make sure that we send some astounding flowers. He's thinking orchids. I filled him in on some gossip from the resort that made him laugh. He and Stan are going to throw brunch at their place for Easter but we won't worship Jesus we will be worshipping bunnies.
I then had to go to a pampered chef party. Yeah I know Ughh! But I seemed to have found a few things I needed or Dave had to have. Cutting Boards...He's unsatisfied with our current ones and wanted to get some new ones. (he wasn't there but we were texting back and forth). Since the party was at my sisters house, I ended up staying to chat with her and another friend, billy. He is lots o fun, loves pampered chef and will be host for another party in April. I suggested he needs to make a special cocktail for the party, a "pampered-tini". I stayed way too long there and had some errands to do before the evenings event.
Candye Kane was in town. She usually comes once a year and really try not to miss it. I had a few Stella's and had lots of dancing fun. Dave's best friend Dan showed up and my sister and her husband joined us in the very packed place. We were in line before the doors opened. All the tables were taken when we got in and we ended up sitting on bars stools on a back wall that had a small shelf for our drinks. When she played the keyboard with her tits the place went crazy.
Now it's Sunday, my feet hurt and I am looking at my calender for next weekend and I think I'm going to cancel a few things. I also think that I'm going to take a nap and then watch Eastern Promises on pay per view.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
...chicks and guns and fire trucks and hookers and drugs and booze...
This Saturday has been like no other I've had in a very very long time. I spoke of a plan hatching and the mission was completed but it was not exactly how I thought it would be.
Friday night, I went to a Happy Hour with two work friends, as we were all promoted together. I was the first one to the place and responsible for securing a table. As I was driving over, parking and waiting for the arrival of the girls, I thought I'd check in with Andrew.
Andrew was going to be joining me, Blair and Erin for an evening out on Saturday. He had mentioned that he wasn't drinking, so I called him to get myself a designated driver. The conversation was very upbeat, a change in him from the last few months. We all have troubles and he had happenned to be going through some things and his old sparkle was gone.
I really hated him my freshman year in High School and then we became fast friends starting our Sophmore year '84/'85 and we kept in touch after High School until 1993. When we were both in town we would definately meet up and go out for some very platonic fun. What I love about him is that he was always happy, up for a laugh and always in on an adventure. When he was quiet during breakfast and his voice was sounding a little low, a was bit worried but Friday he sounded really happy. What is most important, because its all about me, he agreed to be my driver for the evening.
He arrived at my home slightly late. I gave him the wrong directions. I'm the worst at given directions. Sorry! I climbed in the car and noticed that he was wearing glasses. It's one of those things;the getting older things, we're approaching forty and he now has to wear glasses for driving. What struck me most was that he really looked like someone's parent; he looked like a dad. When he started singing to the radio, Black hole sun, Won't you come, Won't you come...I had to belly laugh!! He pegged it when he said, Am I having a Chevy Chase moment, the comedic Dad?
We arrived at the Restaurant, famous for it's tropical drinks, and found a spot on their patio. My feet had been killing me for the last couple of days. (damn rheumatiod arthritis) and the 1st cocktail helped control the foot pain...the 2nd didn't hurt either...We were joined by Erin and Blair quickly after. We drank, gossiped and shared some appetizers, which were...ok..
And then...
We thought that this might be the opportunity to go to a strip club. The finest girls in the Valley. I happen to have passes to get into this club, which would waive the entry fee of $20 for 4 people. I would be really interested on what the anthropologist in the group thought of the experience. Seeing a friend get two lap dances and then discuss what, if anything, turns him on about the girls, was a little out of the comfort zone, but not as disturbing as I thought it would be. I was slightly jealous to learn that someone had been to Scores in Manhattan and another had been to a club in Las Vegas. And it turns out that a male person in the group, who I won't name...hmmm I wonder who that is, has been more than a few times. Once again I'm experiencing something that everyone already has...sigh... a half an hour of fun was enough so we heading to a place with dancing.
Of course, now my hips hurt and my feet still hurt today, and we didn't dance that long! We sat in a booth and chatted for the remainder of the evening.
Next, we all need to go to Amsterdams for martinis
Friday night, I went to a Happy Hour with two work friends, as we were all promoted together. I was the first one to the place and responsible for securing a table. As I was driving over, parking and waiting for the arrival of the girls, I thought I'd check in with Andrew.
Andrew was going to be joining me, Blair and Erin for an evening out on Saturday. He had mentioned that he wasn't drinking, so I called him to get myself a designated driver. The conversation was very upbeat, a change in him from the last few months. We all have troubles and he had happenned to be going through some things and his old sparkle was gone.
I really hated him my freshman year in High School and then we became fast friends starting our Sophmore year '84/'85 and we kept in touch after High School until 1993. When we were both in town we would definately meet up and go out for some very platonic fun. What I love about him is that he was always happy, up for a laugh and always in on an adventure. When he was quiet during breakfast and his voice was sounding a little low, a was bit worried but Friday he sounded really happy. What is most important, because its all about me, he agreed to be my driver for the evening.
He arrived at my home slightly late. I gave him the wrong directions. I'm the worst at given directions. Sorry! I climbed in the car and noticed that he was wearing glasses. It's one of those things;the getting older things, we're approaching forty and he now has to wear glasses for driving. What struck me most was that he really looked like someone's parent; he looked like a dad. When he started singing to the radio, Black hole sun, Won't you come, Won't you come...I had to belly laugh!! He pegged it when he said, Am I having a Chevy Chase moment, the comedic Dad?
We arrived at the Restaurant, famous for it's tropical drinks, and found a spot on their patio. My feet had been killing me for the last couple of days. (damn rheumatiod arthritis) and the 1st cocktail helped control the foot pain...the 2nd didn't hurt either...We were joined by Erin and Blair quickly after. We drank, gossiped and shared some appetizers, which were...ok..
And then...
We thought that this might be the opportunity to go to a strip club. The finest girls in the Valley. I happen to have passes to get into this club, which would waive the entry fee of $20 for 4 people. I would be really interested on what the anthropologist in the group thought of the experience. Seeing a friend get two lap dances and then discuss what, if anything, turns him on about the girls, was a little out of the comfort zone, but not as disturbing as I thought it would be. I was slightly jealous to learn that someone had been to Scores in Manhattan and another had been to a club in Las Vegas. And it turns out that a male person in the group, who I won't name...hmmm I wonder who that is, has been more than a few times. Once again I'm experiencing something that everyone already has...sigh... a half an hour of fun was enough so we heading to a place with dancing.
Of course, now my hips hurt and my feet still hurt today, and we didn't dance that long! We sat in a booth and chatted for the remainder of the evening.
Next, we all need to go to Amsterdams for martinis
Monday, October 29, 2007
after school drive home
so this is dignified. I'm driving home and start singing to the radio and chair dancing to these lyrics.
When I first saw your man
he was really fine
He had a natural shake
it was so devine
He had a red marcadees vat it was dropped down low
good and striped with a vutchie red top and a boom in the trunk
He kissed me on my cheek and you know
thats all he got
now he calls me every night
sayin I like you alot!
Boom! I got your boyfriend
I got your man
Boom! I got your boyfriend
I got your man
Boom!I got your boyfriend
I got your man
Boom! I got your boyfriend
I got your man
I dreaded going to class and wanted to skip it since, once again, I am not studying and I guess that is not something that you want to do in a foreign language class. The word for lazy in Italiano is Pigra, when you are referring to me, which is what the professor did. I'm not embarrased by the truth. But my procrastination gene has served me well. I was miraculously able to answer her questions and the homework questions we are discussing even though I didn't do the exercises. Yes, I will get a low "B" but will I have learned anything? I can just imagine her frustration with me in Italian 102 in the spring.
its 10pm, my bed time
buona notte
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Reunion Saturday Night
The 20th High School reunion last night was a success. Of course my feet are paying for it, as usual, I woke up this morning sensing that they were really hurting, stood up to walk to my shower and promptly fell back on the bed. Rheumatoid Arthritis is a bummer. They're working now but still really hurt. Now I'm stuck upstairs. Dave is leading a bike ride for the bike shop and I want breakfast and can't walk down the stairs or stand at the stove for more than a few minutes. Grrrrr.
But really, I had a night shaking my groove thing and so for me it was all worth it. I still feel the shame of not remembering the Macarena.
I did meet a few very nice people that I don't remember from High School. Our graduating class was between six and seven hundred so you can't remember everyone. The one's I do remember were the same lovely people, lots of fun and commiserating about a mutually shared GPA. The committee did a great job; dinner was pretty darn good and I have a lovely gift bag filled with snacks that are sustaining me until Dave gets home and makes me some eggs.
But really, I had a night shaking my groove thing and so for me it was all worth it. I still feel the shame of not remembering the Macarena.
I did meet a few very nice people that I don't remember from High School. Our graduating class was between six and seven hundred so you can't remember everyone. The one's I do remember were the same lovely people, lots of fun and commiserating about a mutually shared GPA. The committee did a great job; dinner was pretty darn good and I have a lovely gift bag filled with snacks that are sustaining me until Dave gets home and makes me some eggs.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
ahhhhh sunday
My favorite day.
Dave does his 40 miles on his thin-tired bike and only returns to the house at about 10am. I may have or may have not gotten out of bed yet, but today I was awake.
He walked in just in time to help with breakfast, but didn't. (whatever) I got the french press working and made sure that my sweetbaby's bacon was crispy while making sure that my dance routine of Gimme More by Miz Spears was what she should have done on that fateful VMA's. I even got a twirl and a dip in when Dave entered the kitchen. Shame on you Miz Spears.
After Umbrella by Rihanna I was a little tired and the eggs were done so we sat down to breakfast and started planning what we wanted to do next to the house.
The alcove for the clothes washer and dryer is framed out for doors that don't exist anymore. I told Dave that it would be nice to get rid of those bits of wall, you know, someday. I went up stairs and started my paper when I heard quite a bit of noise, grinding, pounding and ripping. Well, Dave is working on drywalling the holes in the wall and already the washer and dryer area is brighter. Yes, there are other areas that need improvement in the house but you can't stop Dave when he wants to do a project.
I don't have a downstairs closet any longer. Same kinda discussion and action happened. Our stairwell had a small closet but a neighbor of ours had her closet back wall knocked out and the whole space under the stairs was covered in pegboard and shelves. We were on our way out of the house to a bookstore to hangout (at the Biltmore) and I said while buckling up, "we should do that someday..." Yeah, uh, I don't have a closet anymore.
At least he's a take action sort of guy instead wallowing in uncertainty. Well, except for one thing, his 40th birthday party. He wants a big one and we have until next August.
Dave, I need suggestions for a menu, where do you want to have it? Pony rides? jugglers? Tequila Shooter girls? Mimes? (OK I threw that in for Marcel Marceau, may he rest in peace; Dave would probably kick the crap out of a Mime)
If y'all have any suggestions, let me know. Right now it looks like it going to be at an Irish pub on Camelback but he doesn't want to be locked into that quite yet. Oh and you all are invited.
So my place has a few holes in the walls from Dave's "improvements" but I moved the living room furniture around twice on Saturday and he puts up with that.
As the reunion approaches (Camelback Class of '87) a memory occurred to me as I was reaching for the orange juice this morning (actually I had a nightmare about the reunion last night so I guess its not that surprising) and this may be a story from the past from a reader, Blair.
I was sitting in an Honors English class wondering why I was there. It seems that the teacher, Mrs. Oates didn't realize that it was Honors not remedial English and gave us these ludicrous assignments. We read a book like, Where the Red Fern Grows, and then she had us answer a list of about 150 questions about the book. Really, there was no real way to answer these questions except for 1 or 2 words. The 2nd book is assigned and the same thing happens, another set of questions. Maybe it was so she didn't have to lecture or create any discussion about it. Being only a sophomore and a good girl I felt trapped as I couldn't really question why this was happening and then one day I saw Blair pick up her things and leave. In that instance I said to myself "why not?" and I left too and didn't come back.
Yes I had to retake the class but it was in my Senior year with a much better teacher who I suspect was gay, he wore a bow tie everyday and let me do essays on my favorite British comedies showing on PBS. We would discuss the last Doctor in the House or Fawlty Towers episode when the rest of the class were in groups discussing the latest project.
Well, the drama club, Masque and Gavel, asked for volunteers to visit classes to sell tickets for the Spring Play and guess which two girls made a visit to Mrs. Oates class. I had people mention that little visit in Junior and Senior year. Those adolescent adventures make me chuckle.
Dave does his 40 miles on his thin-tired bike and only returns to the house at about 10am. I may have or may have not gotten out of bed yet, but today I was awake.
He walked in just in time to help with breakfast, but didn't. (whatever) I got the french press working and made sure that my sweetbaby's bacon was crispy while making sure that my dance routine of Gimme More by Miz Spears was what she should have done on that fateful VMA's. I even got a twirl and a dip in when Dave entered the kitchen. Shame on you Miz Spears.
After Umbrella by Rihanna I was a little tired and the eggs were done so we sat down to breakfast and started planning what we wanted to do next to the house.
The alcove for the clothes washer and dryer is framed out for doors that don't exist anymore. I told Dave that it would be nice to get rid of those bits of wall, you know, someday. I went up stairs and started my paper when I heard quite a bit of noise, grinding, pounding and ripping. Well, Dave is working on drywalling the holes in the wall and already the washer and dryer area is brighter. Yes, there are other areas that need improvement in the house but you can't stop Dave when he wants to do a project.
I don't have a downstairs closet any longer. Same kinda discussion and action happened. Our stairwell had a small closet but a neighbor of ours had her closet back wall knocked out and the whole space under the stairs was covered in pegboard and shelves. We were on our way out of the house to a bookstore to hangout (at the Biltmore) and I said while buckling up, "we should do that someday..." Yeah, uh, I don't have a closet anymore.
At least he's a take action sort of guy instead wallowing in uncertainty. Well, except for one thing, his 40th birthday party. He wants a big one and we have until next August.
Dave, I need suggestions for a menu, where do you want to have it? Pony rides? jugglers? Tequila Shooter girls? Mimes? (OK I threw that in for Marcel Marceau, may he rest in peace; Dave would probably kick the crap out of a Mime)
If y'all have any suggestions, let me know. Right now it looks like it going to be at an Irish pub on Camelback but he doesn't want to be locked into that quite yet. Oh and you all are invited.
So my place has a few holes in the walls from Dave's "improvements" but I moved the living room furniture around twice on Saturday and he puts up with that.
As the reunion approaches (Camelback Class of '87) a memory occurred to me as I was reaching for the orange juice this morning (actually I had a nightmare about the reunion last night so I guess its not that surprising) and this may be a story from the past from a reader, Blair.
I was sitting in an Honors English class wondering why I was there. It seems that the teacher, Mrs. Oates didn't realize that it was Honors not remedial English and gave us these ludicrous assignments. We read a book like, Where the Red Fern Grows, and then she had us answer a list of about 150 questions about the book. Really, there was no real way to answer these questions except for 1 or 2 words. The 2nd book is assigned and the same thing happens, another set of questions. Maybe it was so she didn't have to lecture or create any discussion about it. Being only a sophomore and a good girl I felt trapped as I couldn't really question why this was happening and then one day I saw Blair pick up her things and leave. In that instance I said to myself "why not?" and I left too and didn't come back.
Yes I had to retake the class but it was in my Senior year with a much better teacher who I suspect was gay, he wore a bow tie everyday and let me do essays on my favorite British comedies showing on PBS. We would discuss the last Doctor in the House or Fawlty Towers episode when the rest of the class were in groups discussing the latest project.
Well, the drama club, Masque and Gavel, asked for volunteers to visit classes to sell tickets for the Spring Play and guess which two girls made a visit to Mrs. Oates class. I had people mention that little visit in Junior and Senior year. Those adolescent adventures make me chuckle.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Bollywood
I pulled out my copy of Ghost World and was dancing about to the beginning of the movie, as usual, and decided to add the dance number to Jaan Pehechaan Ho from Gumnaan that started Ghost World. Enjoy!
I also had the following up at my myspace page, when I had one, and it was a favorite of the Toddster's and Ryan's (friends) so I want to put it back up. Check out Solla Solla Enna Perumai, from Ellam Inbamayam. You wont be the same after seeing it.
I also had the following up at my myspace page, when I had one, and it was a favorite of the Toddster's and Ryan's (friends) so I want to put it back up. Check out Solla Solla Enna Perumai, from Ellam Inbamayam. You wont be the same after seeing it.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
As I sat in a dance recital for tweens, there was so much that I felt that I felt that I wanted to type down but now I'm just going to say this. What was with the girls with too much babyfat in too small costumes? If i were a parent, I would think that I would be very angry about my daughter sliding on her knees in the big finish and arching backwards in a pair of boy shorts and half shirt.
" and 1 and 2 and turn and step and slide and BELLY"
My friend's nieces were in the recitals. They are 9 and 11. I know the girls. We four go to lunch at red lobster and paint ceramics on a few saturday's past. Before the concert my friend and I went to Ra for sushi and fortified ourselves with cosmos. The nieces were very good.
The recital was at a high school that I had been at for a speech tournament in high school. I got in trouble at that tournament by calling a boy to come and see me since he lived about a mile away and I ended up missing the bus back to my own school at the end of the day. I wonder what Joe's doing now. i think he lives in scottsdale. Well, it helped with the parking since I remembered where the auditorium was. The stage seemed smaller.
Dave and I went to see Evan Almighty and it was pretty good. Yes, a hokey ending but it's not trying to win an Oscar. Great Loggins & Messina joke. We also made it out to the pool and stayed out until Dave started turning red.
" and 1 and 2 and turn and step and slide and BELLY"
My friend's nieces were in the recitals. They are 9 and 11. I know the girls. We four go to lunch at red lobster and paint ceramics on a few saturday's past. Before the concert my friend and I went to Ra for sushi and fortified ourselves with cosmos. The nieces were very good.
The recital was at a high school that I had been at for a speech tournament in high school. I got in trouble at that tournament by calling a boy to come and see me since he lived about a mile away and I ended up missing the bus back to my own school at the end of the day. I wonder what Joe's doing now. i think he lives in scottsdale. Well, it helped with the parking since I remembered where the auditorium was. The stage seemed smaller.
Dave and I went to see Evan Almighty and it was pretty good. Yes, a hokey ending but it's not trying to win an Oscar. Great Loggins & Messina joke. We also made it out to the pool and stayed out until Dave started turning red.
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