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First of all, may I say that there shouldn't be two three o' clocks in a twenty four hour period? Nothing good happens at three a.m. Well, nothing good has ever happened to me at three a.m. Unless you count uninterrupted sleep, which frankly I'm not getting enough of these days.

What I'm saying is that I've been awake now for over two hours - long enough to try to convince myself to go back to sleep, and when it became abundantly apparent that wasn't happening, to have a bath, feed the dogs and have a cup of coffee.

What awoke me at that ungodly (seriously, I refuse to believe MY risen savior has anything to do with 3 a.m.) hour you may ask? I'll tell you, reader. I woke up in a sweat, frowning, with a heck of a backache from a dream about... you guessed it. Choreography.

I'm affectionately calling them 'dancemares.'

Wait, what? Not everyone has nightmares about dance steps? Just me? Alrighty.

Anyway, once I'm awake and thinking about what comes next (step step kick chase turn step ball change) and get stuck, then my mind drifts to other things. Like the fact that one or possibly more of my costumes for the show might be pornographic.

( More about nightmares of all sorts... )
At least I've learned the music. Mostly. But hitting the right notes is not going to stop my rear end from being exposed to all of Amarillo this May. Stay tuned. It's gonna be a hell of a ride.

Current Mood: awake
Current Location: my office

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First of all on this chilly Tuesday, I'd like to report that my kids are watching a Looney Tunes retrospective thing that one of them recorded on the DVR, and giggling like crazy. Yosemite Sam transcends the ages, you know? And in "Knighty Knight Bugs," when he says with a moue of disgust, "Dragons is so stupid!" I laugh every time. I probably always will. Ethan said, "I like how Bugs Bunny always gets the best of everyone."

Me, too, kid. Bugs is hilarious. All I can think is how much fun my dad would have if he were here. I spent many a Saturday morning snuggled up on the sofa watching these same cartoons with him thirty years ago.

THIRTY years ago.

Gag.

I think I might have just thrown up in my mouth a little bit.

However, that segues nicely into the topic I set out to tackle this morning.

AGE.

( Video clip and advice for the youth of today... )

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Facebook, man. I totally got sucked in.

It's a good thing, though. Though there are some "friends" I have through that particular social networking site that... honestly? I have no freaking idea who they are. None whatsoever. And they've commented, you know, so I can't say, "Now, who are you again?"

That's neither here nor there. Bygones.

Anyway, a little over a month ago, one of my facebook friends that I actually DO know messaged me (Facebook! You don't have to know ANYONE'S email address!) and asked me what I thought about taking a dance class from the theatre that I work for. (I teach theatre there, for those of you not in the know.) Ironically, the dance class is taught by another Facebook friend, Jason. Long story short, I've always wanted to take a class from Jason (he housesits for me and is actually my boss if you want to get right down to it), so I said, "I'll do it if you do it." We wrangled another friend into it, and started class last night.

Are you ready for this?

I'm taking a hip hop dance class.

Me.

Miss Uncoordinated.

And it was FUN. The first half is what Jason called a 'warm up,' but what other people might call a full on exercise class. Or maybe the Bataan Death March. Now I know I don't need to do the 30 Day Shred on the same day I have the class. (Mistake. Bigbigbigbig mistake.) I did yoga this morning to stretch everything back out, and there was a lot of sore muscles, whimpering, wailing and gnashing of teeth. But I'm looking forward to the class. If nothing else, my calves are going to look GREAT by May.

And I'll get exposed to a WHOLE different kind of music. 'Cause they aren't dancing to Steppenwolf, over there.

Current Mood: sore
Current Location: bed
Current Music: NCIS

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I have all sorts of things I want to post about, but I'm not feeling particularly funny or clever. In fact, I'm more than a little ho hum. It happens, at times, I suppose.

Rehearsals are SO much fun. I grin (when I'm not concentrating on finding the harmony) from ear to ear the whole time I'm there. The music is fun, the dances are fun, and my part is great. Funny, funny lines. I'm sure to blush the first time I say them in front of people. I had a dance rehearsal Sunday that proved that a rond de jambe à terre can cause you to have sore muscles in your sides the next day. One of the other "girls" called them "sexy muscles." So, I have sexy muscles, and apparently they aren't where you'd suppose them to be. *snort*

Speaking of sexy stuff, In one dance alone (24 Hours of Lovin', it's called) for The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, I slap my own ass three times. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that's better than slapping someone else's ass. It's unlike anything I've ever done before, on stage. And it's FUN. It's released a whole new side of Carrie. The jury's still out on whether or not that side should have remained under wraps. I'll keep you posted.

In related news, Ethan asked what "carnal lust" meant. (From these lyrics: "I'll expose the facts although it fills me with disgust. Please excuse the filthy dark details, and carnal lust.") Ooops. No more rehearsing the libretto where the kiddos can hear. Or practicing the dances. I don't want then to find out that I have sexy muscles, or see me slapping my rear end, for that matter.

In another seamless segue, I don't whine much, because I think whiners are the epitome of uselessness, but I bruised my tailbone before I went on vacation when I slipped on the vacuum cleaner hose and landed on the bricks in the entryway. (I looked like some sort of Tom and Jerry cartoon, I'm sure.) ANYWAY, IT FREAKING HURTS. It makes sitting a challenge. Not to mention dancing. And slapping the aforementioned bruise. ;)

I'll get my cleverness and hilarity back soon, and post some of the highlights from vacation. I'm going to have to make a tag that says "funny things my in-laws say," or something. ;)

Happy b-day, Jessica!

Current Location: off to conquer Mt. Laundry
Current Music: Hard Candy Christmas

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They shoot fat women, don't they?

So.

So.

"All depraved and loose and wild, ninety miles from here..."

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