fruit salady goodness

I made one of the prettiest fruit salads in the whole world last night. It was: one sliced banana, some sliced strawberries, and whole blueberries. Not only did it look beautiful, it was incredibly tasty as well.

blueberries...yummy...

mmm...thistles and other ramblings

I think we will have thistles for dinner tonight.

Yummy.

I am really bored. Today has been one of those days at work where I am finished with June's reports, but can't start on July's reports as the month isn't over yet. What is really frustrating is that next week I will have more than enough to do, especially since it is end of quarter, which means even more reports. Gah.

I got the new Bitch Magazine in the mail today. I can't wait until I can get a chance to read it tonight. Yippee---new Bitch!! It's the "Pink Issue" and has a bizarre photo of pink marshmello peeps on the front cover. It took me a while to figure out it was a picture of peeps. I loved peeps back in my pre-veggie days.

My triceps are really quite sore from body-shaping last night. Ouch. Good, though. It means all that damned tricep work is working.

I was having a really bad dance day yesterday, where I was just tired and worn-out and felt like I was dancing like crap. I was getting very discouraged. All dancers have days like that. Anyhow, I was feeling really shitty and down about myself and as I was leaving class a girl from class (whom I think has only been taking at this studio since this current summer session started) stopped me and told me I had really nice turns. Wow. That made my day. I always think of myself as being a crappy turner largely because when I started dancing as an adult it took me a long time to get reasonably confident and successful with turns. It has never occured to me that someone might look at me dancing and think I have nice turns--I figured I just always look marginal and that my turns are passable. This is not the first time someone has randomly made a positive comment on my turns, but I tend to be distrustful of compliments on my dancing. Anyhow, it made me feel good that I obviously looked good to at least one other dancer.

Blah, blah, blah, blah....

Hip-hop class tonight. Just one class, just one hour, then I get to go home. I am tired. My brain and body are both today. I am trying to not cut my body much slack and to press forward with this rough dance schedule. I need to get in better shape and I need to start making more progress with my dancing.

Ramble on...