momma needs a new pair of shoes

The Argentine tango lessons are going quite well. We received 2 free lessons during the time the regular facility was having the floors refinished and now because of the membership, we will receive another 6 weeks free. These are 2 hour lessons, which is very unusual and very generous of the instructors.

I have found that this guy: Emiliano Delau on youtube really gives some good instruction.

Last week the male instructor's wife was not there, so I got to dance with him quite a bit. It was my first time doing a close embrace -- manOman talk about a connection moment! That alone has made it worth learning the dance. The female instructor had talked about that 'connection' a few weeks ago, but not having done it, it meant nothing to me. I get in now. Unbelievable the difference it can make in one's attitude towards the dance.

So now, I'm off to net shop for some real dance shoes because the malemate and I have a standing date to practice on Monday afternoons.

Perhaps he and I will get to that connection moment.
I can only hope.

I know I really should ...

I know I really should be writing a letter to Magg. I am sure she feels very alone out there in lala land in the jail. And, I have very good intentions of getting that done this weekend. The public record said that she got a year in jail, but her hubby tells me the public record is wrong ... huh??? So, I'll write her and get the real scoop -- is the public record wrong or is she just pacifying Jim? I guess he'll figure it out soon enough when September 27 rolls around and she does not get released.

I know I really should be making arrangements to see my folks. I think it will be two years since I was 'back home'. My tinydot of a hometown had a huge quasquicentennial (125 years) celebration last weekend. I know the malemate wanted to go to it. I could care less if I ever go back, and I certainly won't go back when there is a huge function going on. Because of that attitude/fear I missed out on seeing friends from 'ago'.

I know I really should be getting this house decorated so if/when the day comes to put it on the market, it will be completely presentable and most importantly, 'sale-able'. Today it is one year since I moved in here and I still have not grown any fonder of it.

I know I really should get myself dressed and do the daily walk around the 'hood. But, I've got a cuppajo to finish first.

Priorities, it's always about the priorities.

It has been sweltering here. The temps have been in the low to mid 100's for over a week now. The humidity is a close second in percentages.
I can see the clouds in the distance, but I know they are not coming this way.
I miss the rain.

heating up

The heat is on here in the Ozarks so the outdoor activities have pretty much stopped. However, this weekend the malemate and I will volunteer at the first Salvation Army Ride for Hunger.

I don't ride.
Sux being ascaredycat when it comes to motorcycles -- cuz the bikers do have the best costumes.

I will be at the terminating point selling raffle tickets.
Initial thought = B_O_R_I_N_G
and you would be right.
But, the second part of my assignment, is to find a man for the gal that orchestrated this function.
hmmmm not so boring.

Sadly, I won't be putting Harley steel between my legs, but I will gladly paint my toes with their orange.

A splurge for me cuz painted toes is something I do maybe once a year.

Yes, wench, I have those freakish long second toes. So, do ya wonder if those were my toes you took a pic of and shamed to the whole wide world? ;^)






another li'l splurge ... I bought myself a new hat for the occasion.
I'm ready.