feast and famine

i don't want to post this because i'm having so much fun in the comments from the last post... and i want the conversation to keep on going :)

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so that was weird.

the universe is practising it's penchant for irony on my life again and i'm not really going to explain that last statement but i will give a trivial example of it and elaborate by saying that this has been happening with EVERYTHING.

yes, i really mean everything.

i had these two lunchtime classes at this lovely community centre. one with two people in it and one with three and the manager had told me that if they didn't start paying for themselves she would have to cancel one. so friday? yeah seventeen people show up AND sign up for the season.

so i'm like 'right on, there's only three for sunday so that one will get killed and i don't have to quit it. nope, seven for the season. [there can still be drop ins and we only needed five]

so i really wanted to keep one class there because i love that place and instead they both go. and everyone loves me and i already know that i won't be there on sundays in a few months and i feel sort of bad. hopefully they like one of the subs i throw at them in the meantime.

i note that i've already planned out like 5 long weekends this summer. wow already. it seems that i'm not going to be working weekends by summer. i'm cool with that *grin*

in case anyone is wondering? hillside!!!(only six and a half months!!), international climbers festival(definite maybe but it's a week... it's not so busy in july for my work apparently though), my BIRTHDAY, summerfolk and nyc.

nyc? i can hear you asking.

why yes, nyc.

it seems that elle and jenn and i with a little accidental starting off by bubbles [tarts on a yoga may anyone?] have somehow decided that we're going to new york city for a weekend.

i like the 26th of August and less so the 5th of August and the 12th is impossible. that's my month. i don't like the 19th because of the aforementioned summerfolk. so here's the thing.

who wants to come and when's good for you? note my previously planned long weekends, those are non-negotiable. (well MAYBE i could... no i have to go to summerfolk [last year's post]) okay not negotiable. course y'all could come to a folk festival in owen sound ontario with me... :)

actually you should really consider it, it's an excellent and very mellow weekend with great scenery and good tunes. or hillside but it's been selling out so it's harder to do than it used to be. and the volunteer lists are full so apply early if you're going [read march].

anyway, nyc? dates? requests? room assignations? :)
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cramps suck. no, SUCK.
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i remembered my cds from othercat's. er his CDs that i'm borrowing. just to make a few of you jealous:
shuffle demons: bop rap
roots manuva: brand new second hand
-run come save me
-awfully deep
rolling stones: exile on main street
chieftains: tears of stone
the roots: the tipping point
-things fall apart
-phrenology
-do you want more
bob dylan: oh mercy
the beatles: abbey road
-magical mystery tour
kate and anna mcgarrigle: heartbeats accelerating
didjeridoo planet
patsy cline: greatest hits

currently hear: the roots - things fall apart.
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okay as i was saying.

lately everything has been two handed like those aforementioned classes. i'm getting like showered in blessings lately but they're very interesting blessings. they require choices... choices that require me to close my eyes and see what i really want.

and it's happening everywhere and with everything. i mean i'm so busy that i'm turning down work. i'm giving work away.

six months ago i was starving and couldn't afford to get my oil changed in my car and now i'm sad when classes AREN'T cancelled.

that shit is fucked up.

cool though. and it sure beats the alternative.

funny thing though, feast is as stressful as famine... it's just not the same KIND of stress.
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fuck i do not like weight lifting.

okay i lie it was sort of fun but i'm owey. i have all these weird aches and i feel weak.

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey. waitaminute! i went weight lifting the tuesday before last and that's wehn i started to feel weak when i was climbing. i think. maybe?

and i have to do it at least TWICE more!

it's sort of fun it really is but holy crap. first of all? total wimp. i have to work to bench press the BAR. well and talk at the same time while i demonstrate form. but i'm working. and i have to work certain push into things because i have to feel WHERE my body is straining so i can figure out how to fix him.

and there were declines and inclines and flys and lats (hah i kicked his ass at lats! [in other words taught him form and brought him down to my weight which was HARD when he did it right]{snerk}) and weird rowing and and and. holy crap chest and back is a nasty fucking workout.

thing is because i had to work pretty hard to find the strain i had to beat the shit out of my abs to do stuff while TALKING. and they're pissed at me and besides they're busy operating my uterus for another day or two.

legs and abs next. i live in fear.

last time we did arms and shoulders.

i mean fuck there i am lying with my head hanging off a weight bench and barbells in my hands telling someone what to do and i haven't lifted a weight since i was sixteen years old.

and yet i'm right. it's all about how he moves, it doesn't matter what he's actually doing.

when i go watch dancers i see their feet crying out for me to fix them. i don't need to dance to tell dancers things that will make them dance better. i see that in my neighbour.

still it feels egotistical. *grin*

i learned a ton today. modern weightlifting. not the weight room i spent my teens in that's for sure! (ow)