All You Do is Make Circles with your Butt

All of us have natural talents.  Unfortunately, I do not have one particular talent that I would like to just have a smidgen of talent in.

Dancing. 

In fact, not only do I NOT have a natural gift for dancing - I am absolutely, terribly, horribly awful at dancing.  My own husband, who just a short while ago swore to love me no matter what, will walk away from me on a dance floor.  And not only walk away, but actually laugh at me.  Laugh.  It must be worse than I thought.

Although, dancing is not my forte, I do occasionally give this whole dancing thing a go, particularly when I've had a few cocktails.  Over the years, I've tried some different moves, but none of them seem to be the magic trick. 

A few weeks ago, a friend of mine, GG, who is a natural dancer, gave me a tip on how to find some moves.  According to GG, all you have to do is make circles with your butt. 

Hmmm.  Let me think on this for a moment.

Keep the torso still, bend the knees, move the feet and make circles with your butt. 

Hmmmmmmm.  O.K.

Pretend like there is a piece of glass behind you and you are drawing circles on the glass with your butt.  Really?  Is that all there is to it?  I can do this.  Right?

I will diligently practice this in front of my mirror and bring out this move the next time I see you all.  Cross your fingers.  And don't laugh.

In the mean time, I'll leave you with some pretty pics of my recent trip to Puerto Rico (where I picked up this little tid-bit) with my friend GG.  It's January and gross outside.  Maybe these will make everyone happy!

Look Before you Drink

A few weeks ago, we made the trip up to Richmond, VA (RVA - remember this abbreviation, I have another post in the works about the RVA) for our friends Matt and Kate's engagement party.  As usual, the weekend started out with a long Friday night, an entertaining day at David's place and another great celebration on Saturday.

Although the celebration was great and we can't wait for the wedding, another very important event occured that weekend. While at the party, we all learned a great lesson through our dear friend Wolf.

As I think about it, this lesson should be one of those great lessons that our parents taught us when we were little like, "Look before you cross the street" or "Think before you speak".  This experience by Wolf left such a lasting impression in all of us, that I will be sure to always follow this great rule.  Now - on to the story....

A group of us were catching up, hanging out and not really paying much attention to anything in particular.  All of the sudden, we look up and our friend Wolf is spitting his drink back out.  (Keep in mind, we're at a pretty nice place, at a pretty nice party, put on my Matt's pretty nice parents.)  Due to the escapades the night before, we immediately thought that the weekend was just catching back up to Wolf.  Then he starts sputtering, speaking nonsense, turning a bit green and pointing to a napkin on the table.  On this napkin we see a chewed piece of gum.  A piece of gum that Wolf had just spit out.  A piece of gum that had been put in Wolf's drink.  A piece of gum that he had almost swallowed with the last swig of his drink.  A piece of gum.  That. Was. Not. Wolf's. 

Ewwwww.

Someone actually chewed a piece of gum.  With their own spit.  Then dropped it in Wolf's drink.  For him to find.

Ewwwww.
And that brings us to the lesson of always looking before you drink.

(By the way, no one ever fessed up to chewing the gum or dropping it in Wolf's drink - if it's you, time to own up to the gum)

The Wolf Sandwich

I'm the worst photographer ever - I didn't even get a picture of Matt and Kate together..... so this is Megan, me and Kate.  Getting into trouble and Kate wants no part of it.  Obviously.

And now, Matt - without Kate (sorry guys!).  Showing his excited face about getting married!

All the boys.  Or at least most of them.

I couldn't resist.  I liked this picture :)

The Year of the Llama

"Officially" 2010 is the year of the tiger, but in the TB household, 2010 will be the year of the llama. This keeps in line with the theme of our goals for the year. Have I confused you? Let me explain.



As we began 2010, I can't help but be apprehensive.  2008 and 2009 were jam packed with life changing events, vacations, planning, anxiety with all the changes but it all resulted in tons of fun.  Our lives seem to be slowing down in certain ways and as anxiety ridden I was with all the changes, I'm not sure how I feel about no changes.  As TB and I have been feeling out this marriage thing, we came up with a few joint goals for the coming year.  Call them resolutions if you want.  I prefer goals.

Now back to the llama theme.

I know a lot about llamas, but that story is for a whole different blog post.  Anyway, llamas remind me of home

 Which brings us to 2010 goal #1:

- Find home: Whether we buy an actual home or are still nomads, we want to find "home".  Find a city/town and dwelling that we both agree upon, make it feel comfortable, unpack all those awesome wedding presents, decorate etc- all the things that make a home "home".  I've always wanted one of those really cute little address embossers, but have never had a permanent address to put on one....   No pressure.  I'm just saying.


And back to the llama again.

I'll always remember my dad saying that he decided to buy llamas and he enjoys hanging out with the llamas because they are "peaceful"  animals.

Which brings us to 2010 goal #2:
-  Settling in (finding peace) with all the recent life changes and enjoying everything the past few years has brought us:  Starting new TB family traditions, finding a job that we (he) enjoys, less work travel and more weekday TV dinners, less stress with all the unexpected changes we're sure to come across, realizing that being fit and healthy can still happen at the ripe old age of 30 and sitting back to enjoy everyone else's crazy life changes!

Here's to a happy 2010!!  I'll leave you with an image of TB happily enjoying the peace and home of the llama farm:

"The Wedding" Means: Hello and Goodbye

As I wrap up our wedding recap, I'll leave you all with a photo of us on our first day in New Orleans and then the last image of our reception. Don't worry, it's not a goodbye for good - the blog will continue!

"The Wedding" Means: Worlds Colliding

Since TB and I didn't meet until I was in Grad school and he had been out of school for a while, we had groups of friends and family that had never met until "The Wedding".  Happily, everyone seemed to mingle and I think some friendships were made.....