I want muscles…well not really
Ok, I was trying to think of a title for this blog but can only come up with that video in my head with Sheena Easton working out. Or was it Olivia Newton John? What the hay bob was that song anyway. I’ll buy you a drink if you can tell me. It’ll kill me till I know. Now I’ve got I want muscles by Diana Ross in my head so…
So, in keeping with me not making resolutions this year, and me making a supreme effort to blog more, I decided to join a gym. I will be the first to admit that I’m not nearly as active as I use to be when I lived in Vegas. Ok, if I’m honest with myself (put the cattle prods away) I’m not active at all compared to what I was when I lived in the desert. I was just as busy, I only had one job, but the reset of my time was either volunteer work or me exercising. I have never, nor do I intend to become a health nut. I like junk food (eezzzz good) but I realize that I’m tired more & I’m starting to have health issues and quite frankly, I’m too sexy for health issues. So I figured since I have school two days out of the week and have to be up at the god awful hour of 8am ( how you day-walkers do this on purpose constantly astounds me), I could condition my body to wake up at that time every day (help me Lord) and go to the gym on the three days I don’t have class.
(don’t laugh at me, I can do it)
What I really want to do is dance. I use to dance a lot, and am trained in: African, belly, ballet, & hip- hop (which I still think is funny). But unless I can find a dance class that meets on Sunday that doesn’t charge a scabillion dollars, it’s not happening. I did call around but because they consider me a professional (why I don’t’ know, it’s been years) I get charged more. The nerve I say, so unfair. I mean, yes I could lie, but that would only go so far until I started to move. And I’m not so uber talented that I could fake at being bad, cuz that’s really hard believe it or not. So I’m gonna try the gym. It’s not a big gym conglomerate (i.e. Bally’s, 24hr fitness, etc). It’s a small store front gym that doesn’t look intimidating. I like it because it is open 24hrs & the people I’ve seen there actually working out aren’t there to be seen. I have a session with a trainer on Sunday & I may keep him if we mesh.
Tentative party plans are being made for the Winter Jump off (i.e. my birth party) More to come on that later.
Echos
Hellooooooo????? Can you hear the echos bouncing of the cavernous walls? I know, I know, I can’t begin to apologize for my absence. I know it’s inexcusable. But in my defense, I really think only like 4 or 5 people read my blog, which happen to be the same people I gmail every other day & they know all this stuff so what’s the point in blogging? It’s just repetition. With another year six days in the past, I find that I have a hankering to write. I’ve got sooo many things going on in my head that blogging seems to be to only way to get them all down. I hope by doing so I can make sense of the current state of my affairs.
I think this blog would be far too long if I were to recap in detail what’s bee going on since I last blogged (shet you face Raquita). But I will try to recap quickly. ( a small pause please as I read over the last entry so I know what I was doing last)
Ok, not much to report. On the negative side, I lost a few people dear to me. A poet friend of mine was killed, in a car wreck during a storm & she died alone before anyone could get to her. It still hurts to talk about it & I’ve only just recently forced myself to delete her phone number. Another poet friend of mine lost three people consecutively three months in a row. She asked me to go to one of the funerals with her. Since I know how hard that was for her to even ask & show how much it effected her, I had no choice but to go. One of my best friends from high school, Paulette, lost her godmom. Which means her mom lost her best friend. They’d been friends for like 40 years. My cousin, by association, lost his dad. What I can say for the last two deaths is that they’d been sick for a really long time & they’re no longer suffering. My great-grandmother is 92 & her health is failing & my grandmother is here & she’s not in the best of health, she’s 72.
Now to shake off some of this gloom, I want to end with a positive for the previous year. I went back to school. YAAAAY me. I’ve always liked school, so it’s been fun. I’m going to get my certification in Deaf Communications ( for the ‘ole school ghetto readers, that’s not deaf as in good, it’s deaf as in not able to hear). I have no idea where the energy is coming from since I still have both my jobs but, hey, I’m just grateful it’s there. Another of my best friends from high school got married last year. This bit of news is bittersweet because in the mist of all the festivities & merriment, some essential people got ostracized. Whether is was intentional or not the damage is done & I’,m still waiting for the smoke to settle so I know what side of the battle lines I need to be on.
My best friend started her photography business. I’m so stoked for her. She is single-handily one of the most talented people I know. She lets me play along with her sometimes on the photo shoots & even conned me into posing for her for practice. Yeah, no comment.
I think as first blogs go for the new year that’s enough for now. Odd how nothing I really wanted to say I said yet, but hey, maybe it will make me blog again. Which, much to my chagrin, will make my best friend happy. Although, I don’t know why since I tell her everything (ok, ok mostly) everything anyway.
