Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Friendship is like a BOOK. It takes a few seconds to burn, but it takes years to write.

In the past two weeks since my best friends returned from her trip to Cali I have really wanted to go and see her. Its weird how you just know when you need a curtain friends championship. So I began talking with her about going to see her and when would be a good time. We came to the conculition that it may be too difficult at this time with my kids and her schedule to get something going. Plus My Man wasn't too hott on the idea of being alone all weekend. But again the feeling came this past weekend and I can't really explain why I just feel this aching to go. I decided to ride down on the shuttle that my aunt works at because its a good deal and I can relax for most of the trip. I began the process of finding the sitters to watch my kids for the first of the week so that I could stay long enough to make the trip worth going. With no avail I hit a road block and was looking at not being able to go with out dumping my beautiful children on already over whelmed friends and family. I kept thing "I guess you really don't have to go...it is just a spur of the moment trip." I listed under the fact I had not seen her in a few months. I now know that it is something more then that. I have often went several months without seeing her and never really thought to much about the time duration between our visits. Almost as if knowing "I will see her soon..." But this time is different. This morning I received a call for her mother. Urgently asking me to call her back when I got her message. As I said "hello", she began to tell me to not worry about a thing and that she would watch the kids so that I could go see her daughter. Floored because her mother is always busy. This is a women who works most of the time until 2 am in the morning to make sure everything is squared away with business and even takes business on vacations with her to get it done. I gladly excepted. Beaming I called my bestee to tell her (part of me knew she was behind it) she told me over the phone..."I can tell in your voice that you need to come stay with me". She is a childhood friend that has known me through so many different periods of times in my life. They sometimes can see and hear things you have chosen not to listen to. It tugged at my hearts strings and I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. Pausing for a moment feeling that warmth. Its hard to explain the love I have always had for Meme. She is always amazed me with her quick wit, strength to bare her trials and find herself through self reflection. Many things that most people do not do at all or not very gracefully she does all the time. Her "Because life is hard and then you die" attitude has helped me realize its always going to be hard. Life is just hard but you can let yourself be molded when you are tested or let it make you hard. She has became so much more then what I thought she would be when we where in high school. Although I loved her and knew she was strong I feared for her testimony going into the harsh world. She blows me away every time I talk with her about her ideas and thoughts on life. Teaching me through simple things how to manage through the crap life can dish out. I can not wait to spend time just paling around, having 2 hours talks about just one idea.....to a man that sounds HORRIBLE! To a girl that is how we cope, learn and heal. I love my friends and think of them all often. I hold my friends dear and cultivate my friendships as much as I can, with out my husband saying "OK I am here too!"...Hahahaha. Below are a few pictures of my creative and talented close friend.

Meme is a spectacular Jazz and Hip Hop dancer/teacher. She started taking Ballet with me when she lived closer and was improving so much that we took the same classes and she had no problem keeping up. She always pushes herself to be the best at whatever she tries.

In one of my older posts I have a section where I talk about going to see her perform this summer with her new band. She has a beautiful voice, we sung together throughout high school and after. Just recently she decided she was going to learn how to play the acoustic and electric guitar. She is doing so good that she keeps up with the other girls in her band that have been playing longer. She has even started giving me a run for my money on playing with her too. I have had to start practicing more trying to get up so we can play together when we see each other.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Where oh where has my hip joint gone....

Ok so normally my posts are usually about my family and things we have been doing and LOTS of pictures. But every once in a while I actually use this blog for what I intended it to be and that is a space for me to document my life. So this week is one of those times that I will try to reclaim myself and speak of the thoughts in my mind.

First off, Yes, the picture above is of me....I am sure you all knew that if you know me at all but just encase there is someone reading this blog for the first time I have a love/hate relationship with the art form Classical Ballet. This started pre-teen and pretty much has consumed my extra time since. I have a bio but no need to get that formal ha ha ha. Anyways, I have never really had any injuries from dancing up until I TURNED 30! Then I just started falling apart. I nursed a big toe fracture or what I decided had to have been something pretty bad because it took 6 months to heal. No one could figure out why the blasted thing hurt all time and was super weak. After some family members mentioned bunions (A dancer worse nightmare) I freaked and thought for sure I was doomed to live a life of pain until I went under the knife. So I set out to seek the professionals. Little did I know they no NOTHING about ballet but I am sure they know ALOT about sports injuries. Hmmmm. The thought has come to mind that this dilemma maybe because I live in a remote area where ART is a thing a child makes in school and it couldn't possible be a REAL job. So Doctors here just look at you with that glazed look in their eye like....Really mmm, so you say you can't go UP on your big toe in "what do you call them" TOE shoes. (Just to clarify, I did said Pointe Shoes twice but they say what they have been taught). Which then leads to well ....much of nothing because after a few x-rays and manipulations they tell you in their words...what your momma always said .... "maybe you should stop doing that if it hurts." Lucky me it finally healed on its own and I was in hallelujah for a few months until just this past Oct my hip socket started killing me when I would bend over and my extension went from past my shoulder to 90 degrees without pain. So I, of course, thought I had pulled muscle. Thought it would pass decided to just dance lighter. You can probably tell from the tone of this entry it has not.... here we are 3 MONTHS later and I still have pain. Ive been sitting on ice, had 4 Chiropractic appointments...one full one hour massage and a few half ones from My Man. Thats not including the daily racket ball massages into my galoots! (By the way THAT freaking hurts) Only then did I get some relief for 1 week until I started dancing again! My STUPID hip with not stay in position. Largely I think this is do to having 2 babies. My hips just move more since this last one who is now 20 mths. I had such anxiety about turning 30....and who could blame me after whats happened now that I have turn this rotten age...to which dancers HATE. I guess its just one more trial in my book of challenges with this Art form. One more thing to figure out and concur. Things I work on in every class I teach and take. With the hopes to one day to be all that I set out to be at age 11. I decided long ago that even if it takes into my 60's I will still be dancing. What I wonderful life for me.......crack!