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Lesson Learned from Honey Boo-Boo. Wait, What?

Last week I was doing my usual "it's late and I'm bored" scroll through my Yahoo! "news" feed (all the  information that you don't need about people you don't know doing questionable things) and I came across this brief article about Honey Boo-Boo's appearance on a recent Jimmy Fallon episode. It basically called Honey out for her rude behavior on-set, praised Jimmy for dealing with it as best as possible, and chided Honey's Momma for not only allowing her child's poor behavior but egging her on.

I won't get into a parenting debate because 1) I'm not a parent and 2) holy cow am I not a parent, but what got to me most was the comments at the end of the article. Now, it was a Yahoo! article so it wasn't like I was expecting thoroughly articulated commentaries on parenting and socializing issues in modern first-world countries. However, the speed at which the name-calling progressed (fat slob, hicks, rednecks, idiots, etc) was s…

Tissues for my Issues

I am a bossy lady. Not Boss Lady. But bossy. Biiiiiiiig difference. I believe I've made reference many times to the fact my Kindergarten teacher likened me to Lucy from the Peanuts. Call if First Child syndrome, learned behavior, inherited behavior, or my shadow issues rearing their ugly heads, I will tell you what needs to be done, how you should do it, and why you are doing it wrong.

Over the years, I have tried desperately to temper my control issues with kindness, compassion, and understanding. I have done my best to let go and let people do their own thing. Because there really is more than one way to do things in this world, and I fully realize my way is not the best - or only - way to get things done

I hate being bossy. I hate seeing the looks on people's faces when I spiral down to that place and I just cannot shut myself up. I know for a fact that acquaintanceships that could have blossomed into friendships never did because my Control Flag flew a few too many times a…

Weekend Getaway: Boston

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This past weekend, my friend Echo and I took a quickie trip down to Boston to see Cirque de Soleil's AmaLuna. It was pretty awesome. I highly recommend catching a show if you can. Lots of fun, fast-paced and expertly executed. Doooo eeet.

Back home now, sunburned, sporting a blister due to a long walk in inappropriate shoes and generally very content with my mini-holiday. Just what the psyche ordered!










Crazy Days

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The last couple of days have been STUNNING here in Vermont and I've been spending as much time out and about as possible. It's been fabulous. In fact, a bunch of my dance class got together on Sunday to dance in the park for a couple of hours. Do you want to see the pictures? Of course you do!




Don't we look fabulous? Of course we do!

On another note, I finally managed to get to Trader Joe's (one opened up in Burlington about 3 weeks ago). I am in love. They had me at the $2.99 organic romaine lettuce. I eat a LOT of salad and all of the stores around here have it for $4.99 or more in the off-season. I almost filled my basket with lettuce. I was so shocked that I did not do my first trip justice and I feel like I need to go back to see all of the stuff I missed. And to pick up some 3-buck Chuck. 'Cause I hear it's the shit.


A Few More Performance Pics

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Because we had some really talented photographers there and some really great shots were taken.


Post-Performance Hangover

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... and I don't mean from the after-party.

This past Saturday was a performance day for me. On top of working all morning, that evening I performed twice in a benefit show: one solo and one group number.


It was an amazing show. Everyone brought their A-game and the creativity level was through the roof.

Yesterday, I kept jokingly telling everyone that I had a "dance hangover". Ironically, I was not the only one feeling a little off and/or raw the next day. It would seem the conjuring of energy and the subsequent release of it was very, very real.

To which I say... cool.


Ethics vs. Bank Account

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I am a firm believer in eating organic and locally whenever possible. It's better for the internal and external environment. Eating local keeps your money in-state (and with a state this small, every dollar kept in-state makes a huge difference) and reduces the toll shipping and mass production takes on the Earth. Eating organic keeps pesticides and antibiotics and all other kinds of nasties out of my body. I try to cook a lot of my own food, because the more commercially processed your food is, the more harmful it is.

That all being said, eating organic, local, minimally processed food is expensive. And I am broke.

Damn.

This is where my internal debate kicks into high gear. Do I suck up my personal food ethics and buy conventional and keep my bank account happy? Or do I wince as I go to three different hippie stores looking for the best and cheapest local meats and organic produce, telling myself spending a little more here will save me thousands in eventual health care costs wh…