Cheers,
P
Friday, September 26
"H.S" Squared
Heart Sisters, Hate Salsa
I have three wonderful sisters, love them to bits, two are married with children.
The youngest, my clone “Mini Me” is in Uni. When we get together it’s loud, giddy fun to the point that I usually get tummy cramps from laughing so much.
Now that I have set the scene of the Ya Ya sister hood, I am free to let it be known that their latest venture is paining me.
It was the first week in September Mini calls me all excited, I can tell she has an idea and would like my take on it. I am all poised to tell her: “Don’t buy anymore leggings, that look is fading fast”. But she is not at the Eaton Centre and she is not shopping.
Oh.
Beware: Sister Builder Ahead
Mini proceeds to tell me we are not spending enough time together as a sister sect, and they have decided on a sister’s night for September 26th.
“Great” I say, “Who is hosting and what is mother cooking along with the oxtail?”.
Mini cuts me off and proceeds to tell me that this time, the sister-builder is going to be an outside the home adventure.
I quickly scrunch up my face on the other end of the phone, as in “Who the hay?!”.
Apparently the sisterhood decided on an evening for just us girls. No husbands, no boyfriends….
My heart sinks with the knowledge that this vote was taken without my input.
But is quickly restored by the knowledge that there will be an absence of testosterone in our midst.
Sweet.
Mini then continues on, mentioning some nonsense of “Just sisters and salsa”.
My heart sinks again, my brain thinks the following:
Huh?...Who?...Why?...Help Me.
Apparently its dinner, salsa lessons, salsa club, all at the same place.
8.26.08 is Here!
Ugh. I thought for certain in the coming weeks the sister builder would be cancelled. One of my seven nieces or nephews would have parent teacher night, a nose bleed or one of the married ones would announce their pregnancy.
Nothing ___(Insert sad face here).
Making Sure The Disgruntled Show
Instead Wan my sister (married with three kids) called me at the butt crack of dawn today, I didn’t answer. She kept calling until I answered. Still in bed I said nothing when I picked up the phone.
“Hi P, I know you’re sleeping but we all just wanted to make sure you are coming. Reservations are at 8. If you get there before us, it’s under ‘Felicien-Buck-Williams Sisters’. Can’t wait! Now go back to sleep, Byeee”.
Click.
I mean are you kidding me?
One I am always asleep at 8:36am, (she knows this).
Two, ‘If I get there before you guys?’.
When do you for see that ever happening, with salsa on the docket.
I Hate Salsa...
All the weeks leading up to tonight, I have said I can’t stand salsa. It’s too much work, and I don’t have the patience to learn the steps.
I go on occasion and have an ok time, but not a crazy, giddy fun time, like at my mom's house when she cooks food and we just cackle like hens around the kitchen table.
The married two keep saying: “They give you a free lesson before the night starts”. But I don’t have time for that. I run in a straight line, I don’t do counts.
“1, 2, 3…5, 6, 7…zzz…ZZ..ZZZ”.
And my BF is a salsa specialist, he takes lessons, goes to salsa concerts (yes!), and when he dances he gets in a trance that my GF and I dub “Salsa-Faced”.
Basically he is very good, and when I told him what they are planning he chuckled. We aren’t even going to basic salsa club for newbies, we are going to a hard core club, for the die hard salsa guru. We just reek of “two-step” only.
Its not like we can resort to free styling, he said. But I told him I am not above dropping it like its hot. Watch it!
...But I Heart My Sisters
I think because I do physical activity every day for a living, that on a weekend all I want to do is park it on the nearest chaise. I am not saying 2/3 of my beautiful sisters are desperate housewives but this is a big deal for them, this dancing business. Me I burned a few hundred calories today, I need meat more than salsa.
Now Take me to mother's!
I can’t wait to see my girls, though admitedly I am holding out for a last minute cancellation. If anything, I’ll try to get one of them to pay for my dinner, then I’ll use the night for more cardio.
Salsa Syched Out,
Dita-P
I have three wonderful sisters, love them to bits, two are married with children.
The youngest, my clone “Mini Me” is in Uni. When we get together it’s loud, giddy fun to the point that I usually get tummy cramps from laughing so much.
Now that I have set the scene of the Ya Ya sister hood, I am free to let it be known that their latest venture is paining me.
It was the first week in September Mini calls me all excited, I can tell she has an idea and would like my take on it. I am all poised to tell her: “Don’t buy anymore leggings, that look is fading fast”. But she is not at the Eaton Centre and she is not shopping.
Oh.
Beware: Sister Builder Ahead
Mini proceeds to tell me we are not spending enough time together as a sister sect, and they have decided on a sister’s night for September 26th.
“Great” I say, “Who is hosting and what is mother cooking along with the oxtail?”.
Mini cuts me off and proceeds to tell me that this time, the sister-builder is going to be an outside the home adventure.
I quickly scrunch up my face on the other end of the phone, as in “Who the hay?!”.
Apparently the sisterhood decided on an evening for just us girls. No husbands, no boyfriends….
My heart sinks with the knowledge that this vote was taken without my input.
But is quickly restored by the knowledge that there will be an absence of testosterone in our midst.
Sweet.
Mini then continues on, mentioning some nonsense of “Just sisters and salsa”.
My heart sinks again, my brain thinks the following:
Huh?...Who?...Why?...Help Me.
Apparently its dinner, salsa lessons, salsa club, all at the same place.
8.26.08 is Here!
Ugh. I thought for certain in the coming weeks the sister builder would be cancelled. One of my seven nieces or nephews would have parent teacher night, a nose bleed or one of the married ones would announce their pregnancy.
Nothing ___(Insert sad face here).
Making Sure The Disgruntled Show
Instead Wan my sister (married with three kids) called me at the butt crack of dawn today, I didn’t answer. She kept calling until I answered. Still in bed I said nothing when I picked up the phone.
“Hi P, I know you’re sleeping but we all just wanted to make sure you are coming. Reservations are at 8. If you get there before us, it’s under ‘Felicien-Buck-Williams Sisters’. Can’t wait! Now go back to sleep, Byeee”.
Click.
I mean are you kidding me?
One I am always asleep at 8:36am, (she knows this).
Two, ‘If I get there before you guys?’.
When do you for see that ever happening, with salsa on the docket.
I Hate Salsa...
All the weeks leading up to tonight, I have said I can’t stand salsa. It’s too much work, and I don’t have the patience to learn the steps.
I go on occasion and have an ok time, but not a crazy, giddy fun time, like at my mom's house when she cooks food and we just cackle like hens around the kitchen table.
The married two keep saying: “They give you a free lesson before the night starts”. But I don’t have time for that. I run in a straight line, I don’t do counts.
“1, 2, 3…5, 6, 7…zzz…ZZ..ZZZ”.
And my BF is a salsa specialist, he takes lessons, goes to salsa concerts (yes!), and when he dances he gets in a trance that my GF and I dub “Salsa-Faced”.
Basically he is very good, and when I told him what they are planning he chuckled. We aren’t even going to basic salsa club for newbies, we are going to a hard core club, for the die hard salsa guru. We just reek of “two-step” only.
Its not like we can resort to free styling, he said. But I told him I am not above dropping it like its hot. Watch it!
...But I Heart My Sisters
I think because I do physical activity every day for a living, that on a weekend all I want to do is park it on the nearest chaise. I am not saying 2/3 of my beautiful sisters are desperate housewives but this is a big deal for them, this dancing business. Me I burned a few hundred calories today, I need meat more than salsa.
Now Take me to mother's!
I can’t wait to see my girls, though admitedly I am holding out for a last minute cancellation. If anything, I’ll try to get one of them to pay for my dinner, then I’ll use the night for more cardio.
Salsa Syched Out,
Dita-P
Catching Up
Sorry for the MIAness, I know, no excuse for such behaviours.
Moving along...
I was went to a charity event last night in Hamilton, I had such a great time.
Pinball was the guest speaker. Now, I have never heard him give a speech, as much as we see each other at sport functions...Oh my Lanta. He is the truth! Dynamic, motivating, funny, inspiring. All of that and a can of Pringles.
I'll post about that later, once I upload my pics, since I am once again late for work.
Here is what was supposed to be posted earlier in the week, so proud of my work, as I'm a Youtube Virgin.
Power Song
The history of my having a power song is that it gets be ready for practice. If I need to get hyped, or need a pick me up. Voila! Power song on repeat. Here was this weeks.
Pre Workout Report
Post Summary
That's all folks, I'll be posting again soon,
Perdites
the athlete, daughter, camera woman, director, producer, film editor...
(I know what you are thinking, as you shake your head: "How can one woman have so many gifts".)
...let us not question God.
;)
Moving along...
I was went to a charity event last night in Hamilton, I had such a great time.
Pinball was the guest speaker. Now, I have never heard him give a speech, as much as we see each other at sport functions...Oh my Lanta. He is the truth! Dynamic, motivating, funny, inspiring. All of that and a can of Pringles.
I'll post about that later, once I upload my pics, since I am once again late for work.
Here is what was supposed to be posted earlier in the week, so proud of my work, as I'm a Youtube Virgin.
Power Song
The history of my having a power song is that it gets be ready for practice. If I need to get hyped, or need a pick me up. Voila! Power song on repeat. Here was this weeks.
Pre Workout Report
Post Summary
That's all folks, I'll be posting again soon,
Perdites
the athlete, daughter, camera woman, director, producer, film editor...
(I know what you are thinking, as you shake your head: "How can one woman have so many gifts".)
...let us not question God.
;)
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