Friday, May 31, 2013

Bad Blogger

If I ever held an audience here I'm sure you are all long gone...

But I'll keep writing anyway.


Warning: Considering the fact that I haven't written in months I apologize for the randomness that is about to ensue.


Hmm, I'll start with what I've been up to in the great city of Dallas (really it's not so bad). I spend the majority of my time with seniors with dementia (which I love). You know what I love about them? They are so unassuming. They're honest, even if that means telling you you need to take a class on how to instruct exercise classes. It makes their compliments so much more.. real. I have learned so much from them. More on that later.

I've also been taking a few exercise classes including kickboxing- so if you mess with me, I'll kick your ass.. literally.. multiple times. Ha.

Anyway, Dallas has much to offer in the way of dancing- everything from dub-step to two-step; and boy do these people take their two-stepping seriously. You better wear boots or you're a foreigner.. I experienced more culture shock walking into a "Cowboys" than walking down the streets of inner city Costa Rica. It's fun though, especially if a man knows what he's doing.


Another enthralling cultural experience was salsa dancing. I've done a little salsa dancing before but apparently I had no idea how serious this could be. Wear heels and a dress or you're a foreigner. I must warn all who have never experienced this before- do NOT tell an hombre you are still learning, or you WILL be taken advantage of. You will be stuck in some awkward position wondering, are we dancing or... let's just say I like to dance close but this was just... too... close.. for comfort. Maybe I just got stuck with an over-eager Juan. Haha, who knows.


If you are ever in Dallas, visit the Bishop Arts District. It's like a teeny, tiny, four-block long Austin. It's cool. GREAT food, and really cute boutiques. The people are pretentious too- it's perfect! I am exceedingly amused at pretentious people, I want to mess with them, or just look at them in the face and say "Seriously"? Okay, now I'm rambling and being a punk. Anyway, some day I'll get my balls back, they've been a bit squashed lately. Sorry Grandma if you're reading this, it's the best example of a smashed self-concept I could think of. More on that later.


Something that I highly appreciate about a few of my seniors is their ability to laugh at themselves. I have a lady who finds it hilarious that sometimes she doesn't knows where the heck she is, or what the heck she's doing there. She just laughs, so then I do too. She also randomly bursts into her signature tune and proceeds to dance along to her own music.. she. is. awesome. I want to be like her if I ever get dementia.. will you remind me of that? Because I'm sure I won't remember..


I'll wrap up my list of ramblings with a quick story. While visiting family in Colorado, I decided to stop into a Barnes and Noble to search for a helpful book on divorce recovery. We asked a middle-aged woman who then proceeded to lead us straight to a particular book, and then tell me that it is "ok" to scream, just to try to not do it in public as it is frowned upon. Then, she suggested writing a certain name on squares of tissue paper and then flushing them down.. People's advice never ceases to humor me. But she was sweet and sincere, and probably just wanted to offer some comfort to a seemingly distressed and fearful kid.


Well, that's all for today. Look for me in another couple of months!



oh PS- I had a cockroach wake me from sleep because it was doing the dougie on my face. I'm ready for the Amazon!




(Just in case you need a refresher on the fine art of the dougie..)