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May 31, 2006
May 28, 2006
May 25, 2006
Hula!
So far this is the only picture I have from the Show and Gala two weeks ago. This was at the end of our hula; yes it was a Hawaiian themed Gala this year. Unfortunately, I dont' have any pictures from the swing routine yet.
May 22, 2006
tango
"The treasure box for memories too hurtful to remember, too sweet to forget"
~~Enrique Lopetegui, BAJOFONDOTANGOCLUB
~~Enrique Lopetegui, BAJOFONDOTANGOCLUB
May 19, 2006
Deja vu...
19 days later I'm still waiting for the shoes that were supposed to come in about 10 days. She even said "possibly before the gala" which was Last Saturday. Why can't I order shoes and then forget about them until I get a nice surprising phone call one day telling me that they are in? Why do I insist on remembering every day that they are coming? Why do I insist upon torturing you, my poor readers, with empty updates on the non-state of my shoes?
May 18, 2006
Body by Nautilus; brain by...
I was treated to a good laugh today thanks to the cutting wit of my short, cute, sweet-looking co-worker (I'm sure this is why she gets away with it) and a certain not so quick-witted personal trainer who lacks a good deal in the humour department (though he thinks he's quite funny).
Apparently said co-worker was walking into the centre today and he held the door open for her while they exchanged polite pleasantries. She, who rarely misses an opportunity to make a jab at someone, continued the conversation by saying "wow, have you been tanning? You've really got the Malibu Ken look going on there.." "Biff" (we'll call him Biff though that's another story entirely) looked pretty pleased with himself and replied 'You think? Well, I've got a competition in a week' and went on his merry way obviously thinking She was complementing him. She wasn't. She's not hard to read. If you are bothering to pay attention...
I got to hear about this exchange later; complete with the description of "he looked a lot leaner than normal - he was like an anatomy drawing". Yes, fat is detrimental to muscle definition, and a tan certainly enhances it. I don't understand the bleaching of the hair though. It makes him look sort of like a reverse of his normal self - light skin, darker hair to light hair dark skin. Mind you, I'd certainly say blond suits him in some respects...
Normally I wouldn't be so harsh on someone's choice of past-time/passion. In all honesty I started out respecting him. We once had a discussion about body-building because I said I understood how he could want to sculpt his body into the most perfect form possible for him. Don't I want to do the essentially the same thing when I dance? I practice in order to attempt to obtain perfection in movement. Not so different. He went on to say that people have a poor opinion of body-builders and he hopes that he doesn't portray himself in a way that encourages that stereotype. He preaches whole natural foods, and organics, and hard work and intelligent training choices, and no drugs. Unfortunately, he's a hypocrite. Actually, you could probably call him an outright liar.
If he created the body he has solely by nutrition choices and physical training in the gym then I would still respect him. But he didn't. So I don't. Can't.
It's a shame that he's not real. Body-building could use a representative that honestly adheres to the principles he preaches.
Body by Nautilus; brain (unfortunately) by Mattel...
Apparently said co-worker was walking into the centre today and he held the door open for her while they exchanged polite pleasantries. She, who rarely misses an opportunity to make a jab at someone, continued the conversation by saying "wow, have you been tanning? You've really got the Malibu Ken look going on there.." "Biff" (we'll call him Biff though that's another story entirely) looked pretty pleased with himself and replied 'You think? Well, I've got a competition in a week' and went on his merry way obviously thinking She was complementing him. She wasn't. She's not hard to read. If you are bothering to pay attention...
I got to hear about this exchange later; complete with the description of "he looked a lot leaner than normal - he was like an anatomy drawing". Yes, fat is detrimental to muscle definition, and a tan certainly enhances it. I don't understand the bleaching of the hair though. It makes him look sort of like a reverse of his normal self - light skin, darker hair to light hair dark skin. Mind you, I'd certainly say blond suits him in some respects...
Normally I wouldn't be so harsh on someone's choice of past-time/passion. In all honesty I started out respecting him. We once had a discussion about body-building because I said I understood how he could want to sculpt his body into the most perfect form possible for him. Don't I want to do the essentially the same thing when I dance? I practice in order to attempt to obtain perfection in movement. Not so different. He went on to say that people have a poor opinion of body-builders and he hopes that he doesn't portray himself in a way that encourages that stereotype. He preaches whole natural foods, and organics, and hard work and intelligent training choices, and no drugs. Unfortunately, he's a hypocrite. Actually, you could probably call him an outright liar.
If he created the body he has solely by nutrition choices and physical training in the gym then I would still respect him. But he didn't. So I don't. Can't.
It's a shame that he's not real. Body-building could use a representative that honestly adheres to the principles he preaches.
Body by Nautilus; brain (unfortunately) by Mattel...
May 16, 2006
Relay for Life - June 9th
Likalia and I have decided to join my dragon boat team's Relay for Life team. Yay! 12 hours of walking in support of the Canadian Cancer Society. So far it appears we have 5 members on our team. I do hope we get a few more. It should be fun :) And for such a good cause; the funds raised go towards research and support services for people living with cancer.
Speaking of which, they make it very easy to make a donation if you would like to support the Canadian Cancer Society. Follow This Link to visit my personal web page and help me and the CV Dragonflies in our efforts to support the society :) Thank you!
Speaking of which, they make it very easy to make a donation if you would like to support the Canadian Cancer Society. Follow This Link to visit my personal web page and help me and the CV Dragonflies in our efforts to support the society :) Thank you!
May 10, 2006
I'm an Iris
| You Are An Iris |
 An inspiration seeker, you often have to change scenery to recharge. You don't deal well with structure or rules. You need to do it your own way. Your ideal relationships are free and flowing. No one can tie you down. |
May 3, 2006
"Shoe" is a four letter word
It isn't a "bad" word to say, but the saying of it can certainly have unfortunate side effects. For example, if one was to say "shoe!" while walking down 5th street with me it would induce a sudden stop and a panicked turning of the head in hopes of locating said desired objects in the nearest store window (I will automatically assume that there will be a pair in close proximity that warrant such an exclamation due to the exceptional characteristics).
I have a problem.
I can admit it.
I really don't want to do anything about it,
except maybe get a better job so I don't have to feel quite so guilty about buying expensive shoes.
I was a *very* bad Indigo Eve on Monday. I did something I rarely ever do. I was nearly completely spontaneous and totally unreasonable in the purchase of shoes.
{pauses to decide from which point of view to tell the rest of the story - reasonable or unreasonable. I can justify almost anything when it comes to shoes, but I think I may have out-done myself this time.}
It all started with a website. A dance shoe website. Not a brand I am familiar with. They were very reasonably priced; even with shipping and duty they would still have been cheaper than buying here (ok, I know, the whole support local economy and all that, but hey I can't help the fact that I like the shoes that the shop owner here only makes 20$ a pair on and they still cost me and arm and a leg - it's not like I'm hurting her all that much by buying elsewhere. Didn't I say I can justify a lot when it comes to shoes?). They looked lovely in the close-up pictures. They had many many lovely styles. I was very tempted. Very very tempted. But what if they don't fit? What if they are of lesser quality? I couldn't quite bring myself to order them.
Unfortunately, I had gotten myself into a "new shoes" frame of mind. I have wanted black dance shoes for awhile. Partly because I really would rather not have such conspicuous shoes sometimes (nothing like going to a dance workshop with gold sparkley shoes on your feet - I just don't generally like to draw attention to myself). Something a bit more "tango-y" would be nice; a little more "ballroom" and a little less "Latin". Then I remembered the Capezio shoes...ahhh, a brand that both dance stores in Courtenay and Nanaimo carry. They have this one particular style that I wasn't too keen on to begin with, but the more I have let the idea of it rest in my mind the more attached to the design I have become. I was very tempted to drive to Nanaimo for something to do and to check out their stock (I know that the store here wouldn't have them in stock), but being the essentially reasonable person that I am (and remembering the price gas is at) I refrained from going to Nanaimo and instead reasoned that I could go to the dance shop here, see that they didn't have them in stock, talk myself out of buying them, and go buy somem new runners instead.
Problem was that I was really in a "new dance shoes" frame of mind. Darn Erin for getting new shoes. Now I wanted some! Other people have more than one pair of dance shoes, I should be able to as well. Mind you, other people have real jobs, Erin included (no, I'm not really blaming you E., I take full responsibility for the consequences of my addiction).
Half an hour after walking into the shop I was leaning on the counter browsing the Capezio catalogue giving my opinion on what other shoes Cathy should order so that it would be a full order and could be faxed off right away. She can be so accommodating sometimes. Sweetly and honestly admitting that you wanted them "yesterday" when she asks how soon you want them (even though she knows the answer) can be effective. I think patiently waiting four months for the last pair probably helped as well.
*Bad Indigo Eve*!!
{you don't even know if you can take dance classes in September. You have FOUR months to wait before dance clases start again. You Did Not Need new dance shoes. But my last pair lasted 5 years; so now with 2 new pairs I should be set for 10 years right?!}
But look at them; how could I resist? Closed toe, strappy, lovely detailing that makes them just a touch different from all the other black shoes out there with a closed toe and an ankle strap that goes around the instep and ankle...
Happy as I am to be getting new dance shoes (that just might be here in time to wear to the end of the dance-year Gala show and dance on May 13th) I realized I have an entire summer without dancing (because of course the summer workshops are on Wednesdays and that conflicts with paddling practices) and consequently I'm going to need something else to occupy myself with. Preferably something active that involves my legs to compliment the constant arms and back workout from paddling.
So I walked along the street from the dance shop, 'round the corner, up the street, and into the running shoe shop. And bought the sweetest new pair of all-terrain Asics. Not only do they feel wonderful on my feet (better than this year's version of my current pair of Asics), but they are grey with purple and black accents. Now, I don't buy runners for their looks, but I suspect you couldn't find a more *me* pair of runners anywhere. Three people have seen them so far and they have all remarked that they are "so you". I have yet to take them for a run; I'll let you know on Thursday how they do :)
I have a problem.
I can admit it.
I really don't want to do anything about it,
except maybe get a better job so I don't have to feel quite so guilty about buying expensive shoes.
I was a *very* bad Indigo Eve on Monday. I did something I rarely ever do. I was nearly completely spontaneous and totally unreasonable in the purchase of shoes.
{pauses to decide from which point of view to tell the rest of the story - reasonable or unreasonable. I can justify almost anything when it comes to shoes, but I think I may have out-done myself this time.}
It all started with a website. A dance shoe website. Not a brand I am familiar with. They were very reasonably priced; even with shipping and duty they would still have been cheaper than buying here (ok, I know, the whole support local economy and all that, but hey I can't help the fact that I like the shoes that the shop owner here only makes 20$ a pair on and they still cost me and arm and a leg - it's not like I'm hurting her all that much by buying elsewhere. Didn't I say I can justify a lot when it comes to shoes?). They looked lovely in the close-up pictures. They had many many lovely styles. I was very tempted. Very very tempted. But what if they don't fit? What if they are of lesser quality? I couldn't quite bring myself to order them.
Unfortunately, I had gotten myself into a "new shoes" frame of mind. I have wanted black dance shoes for awhile. Partly because I really would rather not have such conspicuous shoes sometimes (nothing like going to a dance workshop with gold sparkley shoes on your feet - I just don't generally like to draw attention to myself). Something a bit more "tango-y" would be nice; a little more "ballroom" and a little less "Latin". Then I remembered the Capezio shoes...ahhh, a brand that both dance stores in Courtenay and Nanaimo carry. They have this one particular style that I wasn't too keen on to begin with, but the more I have let the idea of it rest in my mind the more attached to the design I have become. I was very tempted to drive to Nanaimo for something to do and to check out their stock (I know that the store here wouldn't have them in stock), but being the essentially reasonable person that I am (and remembering the price gas is at) I refrained from going to Nanaimo and instead reasoned that I could go to the dance shop here, see that they didn't have them in stock, talk myself out of buying them, and go buy somem new runners instead.
Problem was that I was really in a "new dance shoes" frame of mind. Darn Erin for getting new shoes. Now I wanted some! Other people have more than one pair of dance shoes, I should be able to as well. Mind you, other people have real jobs, Erin included (no, I'm not really blaming you E., I take full responsibility for the consequences of my addiction).
Half an hour after walking into the shop I was leaning on the counter browsing the Capezio catalogue giving my opinion on what other shoes Cathy should order so that it would be a full order and could be faxed off right away. She can be so accommodating sometimes. Sweetly and honestly admitting that you wanted them "yesterday" when she asks how soon you want them (even though she knows the answer) can be effective. I think patiently waiting four months for the last pair probably helped as well.
*Bad Indigo Eve*!!
{you don't even know if you can take dance classes in September. You have FOUR months to wait before dance clases start again. You Did Not Need new dance shoes. But my last pair lasted 5 years; so now with 2 new pairs I should be set for 10 years right?!}
But look at them; how could I resist? Closed toe, strappy, lovely detailing that makes them just a touch different from all the other black shoes out there with a closed toe and an ankle strap that goes around the instep and ankle...
Happy as I am to be getting new dance shoes (that just might be here in time to wear to the end of the dance-year Gala show and dance on May 13th) I realized I have an entire summer without dancing (because of course the summer workshops are on Wednesdays and that conflicts with paddling practices) and consequently I'm going to need something else to occupy myself with. Preferably something active that involves my legs to compliment the constant arms and back workout from paddling.
So I walked along the street from the dance shop, 'round the corner, up the street, and into the running shoe shop. And bought the sweetest new pair of all-terrain Asics. Not only do they feel wonderful on my feet (better than this year's version of my current pair of Asics), but they are grey with purple and black accents. Now, I don't buy runners for their looks, but I suspect you couldn't find a more *me* pair of runners anywhere. Three people have seen them so far and they have all remarked that they are "so you". I have yet to take them for a run; I'll let you know on Thursday how they do :)
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