‘Tis the season to ask all the wrong questions

The thing about writing a blog is that there’s a written account of things I meant to do….or things I wish I had never done….but most often of things that make me look a fool. It’s not a talent, mind you, I am just naturally foolish. Foolish and not very shy. Case in point, my ambitious rule of the PTA bulletin board at Gavin’s school.

Trust me, it was hard finding appropriate pictures for this post

Let’s face it. Everyone’s going to experience varying degrees of embarrassment in their lifetime. No amount of careful planning or extreme level of avoidance is going to get you through life unscathed by failure, feelings of shame, or unusual amounts of humiliation. If your parents didn’t teach you this at a very early age, then you will have farther to fall, but take comfort in the fact that most of your friends will probably have a good laugh at your expense. It’s your basic win-win situation, with the exception being that it’s much harder to find the “win” as you’re falling than it is for your friends to fist-pump while shaming you with a Sharpie.

My Rs and my hips are rolling at the speed of incompetent

I had a really bad idea about a month ago. A bad idea that unfortunately came to fruition by the forces of my own irritating self-will and heavily abused debit card. I took a workshop so I could teach Zumba. Eff my stupid ideas! Maybe you’re wondering what Zumba is? It’s just your latest aerobic exercise routine inspired by Latin dance…officially. Unofficially, it’s the current thorn in my uncoordinated, non-Latin side mainly due to the fact that I agreed to teach it at a local gym. Starting Tuesday. Cue to me coming down with a severe case of Tuesday Night Fever – where it’s never Saturday and no one mistakes my moves for John Travolta’s. Sigh.