Skip to main content

Friends

To the untrained eye, this may appear to be a group of friends meeting at a Thai dig. Upon closer inspection, the observer would notice the amazing women I have chosen to associate with. These are my dance friends, Kari, Jennifer, and Kristy. We danced together, laughed together, cried together, and continue to support one another. I loved dancing. I felt graceful and free. That was the gift of dance. I have a wonderful support system and friends who know me and accept me anyway. That was the gift of the dance class. I can live without group dancing (I have hardwood in my kitchen and a large space for practicing my pirouettes) but I can't live without the reciprocal support system I have with these amazing ladies.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Most Dreaded Words

 Everybody knows that Christmas is about keeping the Santa Secret and pleasing your children. Therefore, the most dreaded words are uttered on Christmas Eve. "I changed my mind, I want a [pony, scooter, bike, Red Rider BB gun]" A close second place winner is, "Can I have a New Year's Eve party?" Then, "Me, too?"
Post a Comment
Read more

Braces!

13 year old got braces today! She also had a little helper on her.
Post a Comment
Read more

Too Sick to be Sick

I am sick.  Really and truly sick.  I even took a sick day and felt no guilt whatsoever that maybe I wasn't sick enough to have a "sick day."  Because I am.  My 5 year old was sick, too so I took him to the doctor.  I refuse to acknowledge that I'm sick because I don't get sick.  So with absolute glee, my little boy climbed up onto the table, stuck out his tongue and conversed with the doctor.  I heard something about cloudy ears and antibiotics and then I just turned it off. It hurts when sound reaches my eardrums. We drove back home, I turned on the television, brought in the dog, and let the babysitting begin.  I crawled back into bed and swam somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness.  The kids came home from school.  I might have acknowledged them.  I made chicken noodle soup from scratch.  I couldn't even think.  My husband caught me in a sway and asked what he could do.  I grunted some terse instructi...
6 comments
Read more