Fortunately yesterdays food bank delivery was only 2 pallets. With Chicopee Comp helping us remodel the office, I didn’t know truck had come early until the first one had already been unloaded. It would be nice if when I am unloading if people would stop acting as though loading like items isn’t a big deal. The people in the basement are busting their asses to put deliveries away, it helps to put all of the same stuff together on the conveyor belt. J didn’t seem to understand why I was upset about her loading mac and cheese with the paper goods…they get stored on opposite sides of the basement. Can we at least try to help each other out here?
So I’m finally getting the hang of downs. The difference between them and tic tocks is that a down isn’t actual movement of the hip but rather a stretching of the whole side to appear as though the hip is doing more than it actually is.
It would have been nice if she taught us that last class but I get it now.
We did some bad ass transitions back and forth across the floor. She put on some MIA which isn’t really my cup of tea but whatever. She said the important thing was attitude. She told us to show her some attitude. So I did. It wasn’t what she was going for but she thought it was funny anyways. lol.
I’m so sore. I crashed early last night. My abs got quite a work out. The best part about going to class is the walk through Thorns. Mom and I stopped at cornucopias on our way out for bags of Deerfield Maple walnut Granola. I’ve never had it before. It is so good. I want to try it on some yogurt. Yummy yummy.
Going to dance classes have done a lot for our relationship. I didn’t know we had so much in common. Like you can’t use suggestive terms without us turning into giggling pubescent boys. We both swear a lot. We are not easily pissed off but stupid is a big nerve for us. Legit, when we know someone is doing something unbelievably DUMB we get explosively mad. We both have inadequacy issues involving our gender and are more self aware of it when in class. We are also very uncomfortable with our emotions and have difficulty relating to others…the list goes on.
It is nice to start building a relationship with her. I couldn’t see her on mothers day but I gave her the present yesterday. I made peanut butter cups with sprinkles and asked her if she could give grandma her bag. I didn’t know they were also her and grandmas favorite. She almost cried. It made me so happy to do something for her that she likes and that she appreciated my work.
I’m starting to think based on my intense need to be validated by others that I should have been a performing arts major instead.
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