Small and Pointless Post

Otherwise entitled, "Ramblings on My New Favorite Hobby."

Kevin and I at the Arizona Museum for Natural History. This was the location of the Saturday dance for last weekend's Singles Conference. The dance was held on the rooftop terrace. Very pretty, but the concrete pavers weren't the best for dancing. We took advantage of the marble foyer when the event was over. No music required.

A few facts you just can't live without:

My favorite song for salsa dancing: "Hips Don't Lie" by Shakira

My favorite song for Nightclub Two Step: "Halo" by Beyonce

Favorite song for dancing while Kevin sings to me: "Remember When" by Alex Jackson

A song that is much improved by dancing: "Jitterbug" by Wham. An okay song that is great fun while doing the East Coast Swing.

Favorite venue for dancing: The Paragon. Or the Saturday Night Single's Dances. Or really anywhere Kevin's willing to dance with me, if I'm going to be honest.

Best location for impromptu dancing: The Cheesecake Factory. The marble in their foyer is amazing.

Worst surface to dance on: concrete. As in the concrete floor of the warehouse, location of the Friday dance for the conference. Oh it was bad. Kevin was such a good sport to stay with me.

Number of times I've posted about dancing on my facebook page: way too many. Seriously. I need to shut up about it now.

Maybe this small and pointless post will get it out of my system. I kinda doubt it, but you never know. Thanks for listening. :)

Happy April

Ah, such generic posts these days. All these catch up posts. It makes me long for the days when I wrote an entire post about something small and pointless. Hmmm. Maybe I'll do that next.

Come to think of it, I haven't been taking enough pictures for this to be much of a catch up post. Unless you call this riveting news:



This is the result of Christopher having such a fit over taking a shower (he didn't want to, in case you were wondering). He cried until he fell asleep. When I discovered him, Ben peeked his head around the corner and said, "Aw. How cute." LOL.

And here are some nice, dark pictures from a recent pack meeting:

See? Aren't you glad you came here today?

I'm actually pretty fond of the next pictures:

Kevin and I hiking the Wind Caves at Usery Park.

My shirt is not wet from sweat. Kevin kept pouring water on me to keep me cool. Worked too. I was actually concerned about this hike. This was the first grown up hike I've done in a very long time and I wasn't sure how I'd do. Turns out I did just fine. I think the dancing is improving my endurance. Makes me feel brave about trying more difficult hikes.

This is the YUMMY dinner Kevin made for us after the hike. Sooooo good.

I say things like "yummy" whilst Kevin would be talking about the balsamic vinegar reduction and topping things off with a sprinkling of freshly grated Parmesan. It is quite delicious listening to him talk about food.

Which is why I'll never give him the address to this blog. I don't think he'd be impressed with my french bread recipe. LOL. Or my little ramblings about art, because he's a trained artist and actually knows what he's talking about. I do, however, think he would appreciate some of my more humorous posts. He's a riot to talk to.

Now, for those of you who may be wondering, the answer to your questions are... No, I'm not going to marry Kevin. Yes, we've dated. Yes, we are very good friends. Yes, I've dated/am dating other people. No, I'm not going to talk about that. I'm only talking about Kevin because I feel a little obligated to at least clarify since there are pictures involved and there's no point starting rumors. I have no guilt keeping the rest of it secret. LOL.

Other news. The manuscript. Currently in limbo. My "I'm a great big chicken" gene is kicking in, but I'm working on it. I'm also working on figuring out exactly what I want to write next. Truth is, I'm no longer sure. I've changed a lot over the past year and that's coming through in my writing. I'm giving myself time to explore the possibilities before I commit to the next novel.

The boys. They're doing well. They're taking karate instead of spring sports and I can't even begin to tell you how awesome that worked out for me. No weekly practices twice a week at 3 different locations. No Saturdays overrun with games. I just pick them up from school an hour later every Monday. Now tell me that doesn't rock the house.

That's all for now folks. Perhaps I'll write a small and pointless post just to amuse myself. Just like the good ol' days. :)