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There are days when you want to celebrate the teeniest of tiniest accomplishments and the best-est (most treacherous) of friends will support you with that, inspire you, and even help inadvertently create public awareness of a lost art.

Me: I did it!  I showered!  Aren’t you proud of me?
Now if only I can find pants, I can go get some onions to make my soup.
Onward ho!

Me: Pants, oh pants.  Wherefore art thou pants?

A: I have them!!  Tee hee hee (evil laugh)

Me: How rude.  THIEF!!!!

A: Mmmmuuuuuuhhhhhaaaaaa

Me: Oh how you will rue the day!!

Me: (please do.  please rue something.  there just isn’t enough ruing anymore)

A: Hmmm… what shall I rue?

Me: The day (this really couldn’t be any clearer)
The day I take revenge on you and your pant stealing ways

A: Oh, the day. The day. Ok fine. I rue the day!!!

A: I steal your pants and I rue the day!

Me: Evil!

A: (that better?)

Me: I’m on my way to the store in spite of your evil efforts.  Apparently I own more than one pair of pants.  And yes, I feel much better.  Together we shall bring back ruing!!!

A: On my way to library.  Must find “How to Rue for Dummies”

Me: If it isn’t there, I think we may have just stumbled upon a wonderful need and writing opportunity!

A: Yes, yes, yes.  It may explain why ruing is in such short supply today.

Me: It’s just so sad really

And now it’s up to you.  Only you can prevent forest fires bring back the art of rue. (Clearly advertising has no impact on me – though I think I may have just proven the effectiveness of public service announcements and now I feel confident with total RUE integration.  It’s coming back people.)

 

Last post I had been afraid I was slipping into a full on depressive episode, but fortunately it seems to be one of my more teeny mood bumps.  Woohoo!

I’m not quite myself; still a little low, but don’t think I am in jeopardy of falling completely this round.

I was comparing my mood to the temperamental weather we were having the other day. It was crazy, switching from overcast to sun to rain to white out snow conditions, back to sun again; all within a matter of minutes, and it was like that all day. It was a perfect representation of my state of mind.

When I described this temperamental state to the boy, he simply asked if temperamental was code for bitchy.

He’s locked himself in his office.

I’m looking for random objects with which to booby-trap the house and wondering if he could be lured into a giant mousetrap if I were to utilize comic books as bait.

The belly dance studio I attend will be participating in a local music festival this weekend and as usual there is a flurry of last-minute preparation.  Being the helpful, giving person that I am, I have been trying to ease the burden of my instructor (and studio owner) with helpful suggestions, and as costumes have been an issue, I thought the ones in this video would be a source of inspiration and solve her problems.

I thought we could also steal some of the super awesome dance sequences cause there’s always room for more show stopping moves.

There are some disco themed belly dances.  Costume idea problem solved.

I also thought some of these moves might be useful.

We could make them look more belly dance like, but I don’t think any performance  is complete without some sort of burst.

I’m really not sure why my ideas are constantly ignored, and I really don’t appreciate the suggestion that I should look into anti-psychotic meds while I’m being pushed out the door. I have the studio’s best interest at heart and am only attempting to make life easier (and clearly better) for everyone involved.

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