The Big Bad Fall

Friday was a bad day.  Aaron and I had a rather significant disagreement; I had a bad pregnancy, over emotional day; and Ashton had to have his head glued back together.

Aaron went to a baseball game Friday night.  Ashton was supposed to go with him, but things didn’t work out, there were communication issues, and basically the whole thing left me rather peeved.  Aaron had not been home to spend time (other than dinner) with Ash since Tuesday, and… well… see the previous overemotional pregnancy statement.  I was unhappy.

So, around 4:30 Ashton was being a little crazy and wired and running in circles around the living room.  Well, he lost his balance (as toddlers do) and managed to put his head into the corner brick of the fire place.  I saw the fall, but didn’t quite register what had happened.  When he started crying he looked fine, so I told him to come to me and comforted him for a second.  When his crying only got worse I pulled back to take a look and that’s when I panicked.

The side of his face was covered in blood.  My shoulder was covered in blood.  The couch still has a few spots of blood that I didn’t get out.  I took him to the bathroom to get him cleaned up (hyperventilating the whole way) and finally managed to see the cut.  It was deep as hell and I was afraid he would need stitches, but I didn’t want to go to the emergency room unless I was certain, because that’s really really expensive.  I called Aaron and luckily he was close to the house (having left work  early to meet his dad for the game).   He swung by the house, took a look at his son’s bleeding forehead, which had slowed considerably, and declared that we probably ought to go to a doctor.  I always had the mindset that stitches = hospital, but Aaron had another idea.

We discovered that the CareNow clinic down the road from us is awesome!  For any little emergency like this I will certainly be using them in the future.  Seeing as how my son is fearless and insane, I can only pray that it won’t be too often.  They checked him out, cleaned him up, and used some kind of bonding agent on his wound.  He wasn’t happy about the whole thing, but he behaved wonderfully, all things considered.  He didn’t struggle too much, and he only cried toward the end of the visit when he was just tired of being held still.  They gave him stickers (which are apparently the way to his heart these days) and told us to come back in a few days for a follow up.  Aaron, having done all he could do, gave Ashton a kiss and went on his way to meet the rest of his entire family for the ball game .  (I know, right?)   Lissa came over and we watched tv, ate ice cream, and bitched about how much men suck.

The next day Aaron felt that we should have a family day.  Considering the looks he got when he arrived home the night before, I’m surprised he wanted to be anywhere near me, but I didn’t argue.  The plan was to check out the King Tut exhibit at the Dallas Art Museum.  We got there, payed $10 to park, and got in line for tickets.  The next available showing wasn’t until 6:30, and somehow the idea of waiting until then just didn’t appeal (it was only about 12:30).  We wondered about what we could do instead (having already payed for parking) and remembered that the Dallas World Aquarium was down the road a piece.  So after a nice long walk, we went to one of the best indoor zoological exhibits I’ve ever been to.

Deciding that the day was going to be all about Ashton, we also went over to Gamestop to get him his own game.  He has discovered the game systems, and the game Aaron’s been playing lately is Grand Theft Auto.  We were both disturbed one morning when we were getting ready and heard gun shots coming from the living room.  It was then that we decided that he should probably have access to a more child friendly game.  So we went and picked up Spyro, which he doesn’t really have the hang of, but he can make it do some stuff and that’s enough to entertain him for a few minutes at a time.  He still tries to play GTA but we keep putting it away higher and higher.  We’re seriously considering finally getting a Wii.

I have pictures of the glued cut on his forehead that we took today, but I can’t seem to find the cable that hooks the camera to the computer, so I can’t download anything.  Which sucks, because I have pictures to put on flickr and there’s nothing I can do about it and I’m sad now.

UPDATE:  OK so I found the cable that attaches to the camera exactly where I had left it.  Apparently it’s a magic disappearing cable, because I looked in that spot several times and it wasn’t there, but when Aaron looked he found it right away.  I told him it was magic and that it had been hiding from me and he just gave me one of those looks that says that he thinks I’m pregnant and insane.  So… the link to our flickr is down at the bottom of the side bar.  Go check out my poor little boy and his ouchie.


Blog Fail

So things keep happening around me and I keep thinking, “I should totally blog about this,” and then I totally forget about it because I suck.  So, you would have more blogs if it weren’t for the fact that I am an absolute failure at all of this nonsense.  I’ll go back a few weeks and try to remember stuff:

First Scarby started.  For those of you not in the know, Scarborough Renaissance Festival started a few weeks ago.  We went opening day and saw lots of familiar faces.  Some of them were welcome, and some were very much not, but they were seen none the less.  My bestest friend saw her ex, and it triggered a huge turning point for her.  This is a good step.  He seems to have a profound and unhealthy effect on the women he dates, but that’s really not the point.  Anyway, the point is a good time was had by all.

The next day I spent with my in laws while Aaron spent the entire day out at Scarby again (this time to work).  I got some crafty stuff done and such.  The rest of the week was not very eventful.  Friday came around and Lissa and I went to the Fort Worth Zoo in search of donkeys.  They didn’t have any, but we got some fun footage of animals and us being silly.  Ashton tried to run us both ragged while we were there.  My parents got to the house an hour or so after we did, and we all went out to dinner.  The night ended with Lissa and I desperately trying to finish editing footage from the previous week in a timely manner.  Not sure we were all that successful.  Aaron and Dad did other geeky stuff.

Next night was dinner with the whole family for my sister Tasha’s belated birthday.  I think that the restaurant was trying to immobilize us with all the food they gave us, but we managed to waddle out of the restaurant on our own.  We made mead that night.  And we stayed up LATE again.

Easter Sunday happened.  My parents left that morning, I spent the day with Aaron’s family (without him) and the kids ran around and wore themselves out.  I got Ashton a really cool Easter basket, which I failed to take pictures of because I suck like that.  It had some candy and a Cat in the Hat plush and the book.  He overlooked the stuffed animal at first, but now he’s sleeping with it and dragging it around.  Too cute.

I’ll do a whole other post about the pregnancy in a few days.  Just don’t have it in me right now.

We’ve Done it Again

So my bestest friend Lissa and I have started a video blog.  The very first episode will go up tomorrow, at some point.  If I can find out what time she wants to put it up I’ll start a count down on twitter or something.

Basically it’s the two of us acting like we’re being tacky and catty bitches.  So a standard Friday night for us.  We’re hoping that other people think it’s as funny as we do, but who knows.  So far it seems to be the main segment (whatever main thing we’re doing that week), some footage of Aaron doing whatever he wants, and Twitter Time.  Twitter time is where we answer questions or take requests from Twitter.  This started because of someone named Josh Cagan* asking us about donkey punching.  Really, watch the episode tomorrow and you’ll understand.

So you can find this amazing train wreck over at Oh My God Friday.**

I will be adding it to my blog roll list so it will be easy for everyone to find.  Check us out.  Give us your support.  Tell us when we’re being stupid.  Give us ideas to talk about.  And for the love of God feed our desperate need for attention!!! (We’re a little silly)

*Look!  Bold print!  That means you should click on it!

** Bold means click.  And you should check us out.  Really.  We’re funny.  We laugh all the time.

Amusing Conversations

We have not been drinking.  Let me make that perfectly clear.  Lissa and I have been hanging out tonight (to make up for the lack of hanging out Friday night) and things have gotten slightly out of hand.  Just now my husband told me he was going to head to the “Bed Womb” and go to sleep.  Lissa even commented about how we have a wardrobe in there now for extra storage, and how considerate that was of me.

Maybe I should back up a bit.

Even though I am NOT A KNITTER I seem to be spending a considerable amount of time on Ravelry.  There is a group of rubberneckers on there that are really good for a laugh sometimes.  Somehow this thing came up.  Really I can’t imagine why anyone would want one of these, let alone want to knit one.  I made the comment that I do not want one of these, but Lissa seemed to think that I desperately need one.  I can’t seem to express strongly enough that this is not the case.  Thanks to this (and everyone refusing to take my side in the matter, because apparently everyone needs a cuddly womb) a plethora of bad puns have ensued.

Aaron “What’s wrong with multiple wombs?  We live in a three womb house.”

Lissa “It’s true that studies show people are more comfortable in a multiple womb home.”

You can see how this could continue to be something painful and mind-numbingly STUPID!  The puns hurt my head.

Also on the schedule for tonight has been royally screwing with my new friends head.  See, Lissa felt that I didn’t have enough play things, so she introduced me to her friend Gavin.  He’s amusing, to say the least.  I have yet to break his brain, but not for lack of trying.  Lissa is convinced that it isn’t breakable.  This just means I’ll have to try harder.  (To be fair I haven’t really tried yet.  Have mostly been getting a feel for what kind of person he is, and I think he’s been doing the same with me.  She advocates that he’s a horrible person, but he seems nice so far.  We’ll see.)  Tonight we decided to gang up on him tonight, which has proven to be both fun and educational.  Mostly for him.  He’s getting to see some of my true colors.  Because up until now I’ve been a precious sweetheart, and have yet to threaten him.  This has all changed.

I think I may have to hit him.  He lives in Kentucky.  This could be a problem.

Published in: on November 30, 2008 at 7:53 am  Leave a Comment  

Ash Teaches Class

Ok so this is another quickie.  We were up at Isis Studios on Saturday rehearsing for the Christmas Hafla and getting ready for the audition.  We brought the boy with us because we really didn’t think ahead and get a baby sitter.  Ashton has learned to open doors.  Simply shutting all the doors to the places we don’t want him going no longer works.  My life is over.

So we were in our rehearsal space which is attached to a hallway that leads to the kitchen as well as the main classroom.  Ashton found his way into the classroom and was greeted by about twenty or so women.  Those of you who know my son are aware that he is just the shyest kid on the planet.  Those of you who have never met him, look around you at the people who have.  See how hard they are laughing right now?

The lovely lady who was warming up the class invited Ashton onto the stage to help her warm them up.   He hopped up there and relished in the attention.  He tried a few stretches, seemed to favor the squat, and was sent back to me when Isis was ready to take over the class.  The rest of my rehearsal time was spent chasing him around, trying to keep him from his room full of adoring fans, and attempting to get at least some rehearsal time in.  I went home, put him down for a nap, and had a friend come over to watch him (Thanks Lissa!) while I went back to the studio for my audition. Ashton Teaches ClassOne of the girls was nice enough to take a picture for me with her phone.  Thank you Amy.

There will be a real post soon.  Probably instructions on how to make a horrible cookie, smore, marshmallow… thingie.  I’ll let you know how they turn out.

Weekend of Long Neverending-ness


So it started when I got an insane idea.  You see, Friday night is veggie night.  My friend Lissa comes over for dinner and she is a vegetarian, so we have special dinners.  I’m getting tired of Indian inspired meals, baked veggies, and pasta.  I needed something different this week.  So what do I do?  I go pull the sushi book off the shelf that has been sitting there for years.  And yes, I made, or at least attempted to make, sushi.

The rice was a bitch.  Let me just tell you that right up front, making sushi rice is just a not very pleasant experience.  You cook the rice, which is no big deal.  You make the vinegar stuff, which is do-able.  You combine the two, constantly mixing with one hand and fanning with the other to get the rice to room temperature.  Both of you hands fall off.  Aaron came home, Lissa showed up, and together we made some very messy looking vegetarian sushi (cucumber rolls, avocado, asparagus, and tofu) but all of it was tasty!  Ok, so I don’t know how to pick out an avocado (I’ve never been a big fan of the stuff) and I managed to get the hardest one in existence, but aside from that it was very tasty.  The wasabi might have been a bit… um… intense.  But that wasn’t my fault!  It was the only pre-made brand that they had!  After dinner was over we had some dessert, and watched America’s Next Top Covergirl, followed by some time looking at this site.  Full of sugar and drama, we decided to make my birthday cup-cake-cake (for a party the following night).  After looking at Cake Wrecks, we decided to make our own.  I have to say that this was an incredible success.  It was definitely a wreck:

cakewreckIsn’t it perdy?

Saturday was busy, but wasn’t too bad.  I had a rehearsal that afternoon, followed by a Multicultural meeting.  Our cane routine is looking so awesome and cute and precious and all those other things that make me jump up and down and make little girlie noises.   After that I ran home as fast as my little tires would carry me and got ready to leave.  We went to Aaron’s Aunt Judy’s home and dropped off the small child and went partying.  The party was graciously hosted by our very good friends Matt and Angie, and was a split party.  Another friend was celebrating her birthday as well.  There was booze and cake and Rock Band and… and… the Jello Shots.  To be honest I don’t remember a whole lot after that.  I’d imagine that a good time was had by all.

Sunday was a day of rest.  I was soooooooo tired (and not hung over at all.  Nope, no sir, not me.  Stop laughing!) and blissfully my husband let me sleep until an obscene hour which we will not discuss here.  Then we went to “breakfast” and headed back to Judy’s to pick up the boy.  We then went to the In-Law’s and had dinner and watched a very silly movie.  We picked up Journey to the Center of The Earth with the 3D glasses and all, but it was a bust as they only gave us two pair and they were kind of crap anyway.  But it was a fun movie even if it was boring old 2D.  Then we went home and passed out.  And everyone lived happily ever after.

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.


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 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.

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