Yaa Halla Y’all 2008

You don’t have to read all of this. It’s going to get long and I apologize for that. It was a really long weekend.

Friday Lissa was kind enough to come over Thursday night and spend Friday with Ashton while I went to workshops and Aaron went to work. She kicks booty! So I went to the convention center and started my day with Artemis. Wow that girl is a nut. She covered Turkish dance styles, and gave a lot of comparisons to Egyptian style. There was a bit of a history lesson added in. I got some really good information and a few great combinations from her class. And she was full of bad innuendos. When she talked about hip positions, she referred to bringing the pelvis forward as midnight (clock analogy). The statement “We like to dance in midnight” was made a few times. She also commented about stealing dance moves from films in the Turkish porn shops. Word of advise… if you’re going to be taking a workshop on the Turkish dance styles, take it easy on the water. Gulping it down and then bouncing like crazy does bad things to the bladder. I’m just saying.

The afternoon was spent with Bozenka. This is what I will forever refer to as the Shimmy of Death class. It was great to get work on technique like that… but my legs were crying by the end. I went home after the second class and died, only to get ready to do it all again the next day.

Saturday

We started the morning by dropping Ashton off at his grandmother’s house for the rest of the weekend. This was at stupid-o-clock in the morning, so that we could be at the convention center before 9:00

First thing in the morning I had Rachel Brice. I’m not a morning person, so I’m not sure this was the best idea, but there wasn’t much choice. Rachel is brilliant! Seriously, go look her up on youtube. You’ll be impressed. Go on, take a look. Did you see her? Told you so! Anywho… she focused on isolation work, which few people have her level of skill when it comes to isolation. I learned in that class that Rachel can be a bit… morbid. She talked about imagining a platter of your favorite things on your head. For her it would have been a human skull and some candles and stuff. Yeah… the goth looking tribal chick is morbid… who would have guessed? Later when she used the analgy again, she brought up the fact that you could own a human skull in Texas, but you can’t talk on the phone in your car. I guess people have to have their priorities. (Oh and a word of warning, she is completely and utterly addicted to coffee. She somehow ended up with two cups at the same time and was sucking them both down.)

Her workshop was wonderful. Painful, but wonderful. She gave some pointers about what separates American Tribal Fusion from Oriental influenced dance. When talking about the difference in the arms, she made Tribal sound scary, I think she used the term swamp monster, but I could be remembering wrong. The routine she taught just about killed me when she had us go at full speed with the music. Again, I got a few really good combinations from her.

Fatiem. Ok I’ll admit, I skipped her workshop. After Bozinka the day before, and Rachel Brice that morning, I could barely move. Sorry Fatiem. I’ll make it up to you next time you’re here, promise. Instead I went shopping. Found some amazing veils, and fell in love with a sheer black silk. About this time I realized that I had not packed clothes for the show that night (didn’t want to sit and see the show in my workout clothes) so when Aaron’s drum workshop ended we went to the house to chill out and get dressed.

The show that night was wonderful. There was a People’s Choice competition to start off with. Some of them were wonderful, the one I remember the best was Kede (which cracked me up completly! She deserved to get runner up.) but the girl who won was amazing. Just beautiful. Then the stars came out. Aziza was great, Rachel was beautiful, they were all wonderful, but there was one that stood out. Zoe Jakes was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. I haven’t felt this way about a dancer since I saw Rachel Brice for the first time. And while they are comparable in skill, Zoe is far more dramatic. She would just stop moving so fast that the entire audience would gasp. Aaron said it was like watching stop motion. I’ve never seen anything like it. I couldn’t find any good videos of her, nothing that really shows how amazing she is in person. Just, wow.

Aaron was sweet enough to get me the veil I wanted before the show. By the end of the show it was missing from where I had set it (under my chair). I was so upset that I actually went home and cried. Ok, so I cried about a few things that have been bothering me for a while, but that triggered it.

Sunday

Sunday never ended. We got there late because we couldn’t wake ourselves up. I didn’t dance in the first workshop hardly at all. I just sat at a back table, ate breakfast, and took notes. Angelika Nemeth was the teacher. She didn’t work on technique much, she just dove straight into a choreography. I have to admit, I wasn’t a fan of it. The way it was arranged, it didn’t do anything for me. Having said that… I took more notes in her class than I took from anyones else. I could see the way she put things together, and in some cases was able to see how I could modify them, or alter them for my own use. I think that I may have taken more from her class than I did anyone else. And she’s really nice too! (I got to talk to her a bit backstage during the show that night).

Aziza kicked my ass. Seriously… I’ve taken from her before and I don’t think she’s ever killed me like that. It was a beautiful routine, but the foot work was hard for me to keep up with. I’m not exactly a new dancer, so I can’t imagine how the girls who’ve only been dancing for a little while felt. Some of the movement felt a bit unatural for me (she would leave movements incomplete so that the feet could go right into the next transition. It looked amazing though) and it was hard for my stubborn feet to understand. I still love her though, and will always take her classes when she’s in town. I got pulled aside by some of the people who had heard about me losing my veil the night before. I was informed that a black silk veil still in the package had been turned in to lost and found that morning. I was saved! After that all was right with the world.

That night was the shows. I did a cane routine with the class, which was such a disaster. The wrong cut of music got put on, and our canes were not even together. But the foot work and movements themselves were dead on, so that’s good. I knew that the canes were not going to be as good as we would have liked. Next I had my duet with my friend Michelle. We kicked ass! We turned the Karen Barbie choreography Lulu into a skirt routine. It looked great, and everyone said we looked like we were having a blast up there. YAY! After that it was the Performance Company in Babylon Attitude. Just before we went on stage my body started to cramp up (down stairs department) and I had to keep myself from running off stage when it was over. I wanted so badly to be out of that costume. I also wanted pain pills, which my lovely Nana Rose (Lynda) provided for me. Bless that woman!

After the whole mess was over we helped break everything down, pack it up, and went to dinner with Isis, Del, and all of the stars from the weekend. We didn’t get home until close to 3:00 am. It was hard, and miserable, and exhausting, and I wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

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Published in: on August 19, 2008 at 2:42 am  Leave a Comment  

Sometimes I Have a Moment of Clever

But it never lasts.

(Hey, I’ve got the hang of this whole picture thingie, wanna see?)

We got Ashton the new Big Boy Bed. He is sleeping in it just fine, as I said before, but he does have the small problem of rolling out of it on occasion. This is his bed…

Bed is no longer against window.  We found that this was a bad place for it.

Very pretty, but really provides no protection from falling out. So I started shopping for bed rails. They don’t really make them for toddler beds. At all. They are all too tall, too long, and just don’t work. So I got creative. As you can see the bed needs something. Right now it just looks awkward and not like a bed at all. It needs something to make it look more comfy. So I got a bolster for it.

Of course Ash wanted to help me take pictures. So I kindly asked him to move for mommy. This was the result…

Just precious. Moving on.

There. Much better. When we get his actual bedding it will look even better. But for now, not too bad. So to make this bolster work as a rail we sew scraps of fabric to the ends… as such…

Then tie them onto the front slats of the bed. So you have a bumper rail to keep you child safely in his toddler day bed.

Ta Da!

I promise I’ll do a post with real words one day.

Published in: on August 14, 2008 at 9:55 pm  Comments (1)  

Ash

So less than two years ago my husband and I got a roommate. He’s a handful. We’re always having to take care of him, I have to fix him all of his meals because he can’t cook, he doesn’t contribute anything financially, and if we want to go out or something we have to take him with us because he’s not mature enough to be left in the house alone.

See?  Doesn't have enough sence to come in out of the rain.

See? Doesn't have enough sence to come in out of the rain.

And I couldn’t possibly love him more. This kid is so freaking awesome! He eats better than any other kid I know, and has a rather sophisticated pallet. He eats Indian, Greek, Italian, and just about anything else we put in front of him. Most milestones he has hit on his own. He took himself off of a bottle, we had very few issues weaning him off of anything. He’s not potty trained yet, but he has on more than one occasion asked to go to the potty and actually gone. He’s incredibly social and is usually incredibly laid back. Nothing seems to phase this kid. He also has fantastic rhythm already. One of the guys my husband drums with got Ash a small dumbek (drum) for his birthday, and he love to beat on the thing. And usually keeps some semblance of rhythm as he does it.

I promise I’ll try not to be one of those mommy bloggers who talks about nothing but their kids, but I’m rather proud of him lately. We recently hit a rather huge milestone. I’m talking about the Big Kid Bed. Ash has been sleeping in a crib in the nursery (I know, crazy place to put a crib, right?) but we decided it was time to move up. We decided this when I walked in to see his foot over the rail of the crib. I’d rather not have any accidents, and that looks like a long way to fall. That and we ended up buying the new bed a few months earlier than planned (they’ve discontinued it). So we cleared out the spare room, painted, set up the new bed, and Ash moved in. It took one night for him to get settled in. It took half an hour the first night. The next day I put him in for both nap and bed time and he had no problems. Just now I took him into his room for nap time and he climbed in all by himself, curled up, and made happy little comfy noises. I couldn’t be prouder.

Published in: on August 12, 2008 at 5:44 pm  Leave a Comment  

Hiding On The Internet

So I set up this new blog last night and I’ve started wondering if I did the right thing. Not about setting up the blog itself, that I don’t have issue with. The question is whether I made it too easy to find. It’s fairly obvious to anyone who knows me who’s blog this is.

This is a blog about me. I will not use pseudonyms. I will not mask anything. If I talk about you here, I will name names. That isn’t to say that I’m going to talk trash about everyone here, not at all. If there is someone frustrating me or something I need to get off my chest then I probably won’t say who it is, just describe the situation. If you see yourself talked about here in that way then that’s your problem, not mine.

And this brings me to the point. I wonder if I shouldn’t start a blog that no one knows about. That no one will ever know about. Where I can say exactly what’s on my mind and no one can get mad at me because it’s completely anonymous. I get tired of having to watch what I say on the internet sometimes. I get tired of people starting drama because I voiced an opinion. I have a journal where I can get away with some stuff, but there are still people who read that and it can easily come back to haunt me if I say the wrong thing. It would just be nice to have a place where I didn’t have to edit or censor myself.

It wouldn’t last. I know me. I’d let it slip that it exists, or want to show someone something I wrote about some situation or other, and the next thing I’d know everyone would be getting on to me about the things I said about… whatever.

It’s a bad idea. I’d never go through with it. But it’s still tempting.

Hello World

Now isn’t that nice? WordPress was kind enough to come up with my first title for me so I didn’t have to think of one. Since it took me forever to come up with a name for the blog itself, this is quite helpful! Will they do this for every entry? No? Well shit.

I have a twitter. It’s fun. But I’m a long winded lass and 140 characters doesn’t always cut it for me. So here we are. As for the title, most of my writing is done at night when I can’t sleep.

I’m sure I’ll use this for about a month and then forget it’s existence, but until then, lets have a bit of fun, shall we?

Oh and for those of you who ever feel insulted or offended by this blog, just remember. It’s all Lissa’s fault!

Published in: on August 9, 2008 at 6:49 am  Leave a Comment