It is that time of year again when Whirlwinds starts to get the itch to dance. Good thing MG is almost back from her vision quest at the Passages MaliBOO. We want to be super supportive as it is a major process to make change. So good for you boo!

Jasper refused to let WW die while MG was out. He was willing to milk this dead horse until the very end!

That means...Jasperkins (that is his belly dance name), thankfully, kept MG's spot warm for her by marking his territory there. (sorry) Otherwise, WW would have been over. It is amazing how we have made it this far with such a small troupe. sniff. Miss ya Katya!

Hell yeah! MG is back. I knew she would be too.. haha. We let her go and when she came back we told her "your ours now bitch bwahhhaahaha". Awesome. great. so that makes two of us.

MG, I think we need to get more dancers in our troupe. We need more stories to add to our stories. More ideas to add to our nature dancing. Dedication is good. I know that does not sound fun. but we can not make a dance for five members and have only three show up. Sharing ideas is also good.

ANYWAYZ!....Speaking of sharing stories MG... did I ever tell you about the time in my life, when I thought I was so confused? About weather or not I was ever going to make any good decisions. I hate that shitty feeling. It just drags on and on, sucking the energy and creativity right out of you. I wanted to remind you of the story, where I was doing the laundry for someone who I could not fully break ties with. Because I was so unsure of the future without this person, I was giving it some time; in case things worked out (this was a long long time ago, another life it was). ...This someone would stay late with his friends, which kind of did not sit well, but whatever, what can you do? what can you prove? ...One time this someone was late because they said they were watching a movie. BUT!!!! The next day when I was loading the washing machine, I went to put the clothes he was wearing that night in, and they smelled like fresh FABRIC SOFTENER!! and it was not MY fabric softener!!!!!!!! Holy mother of all the Jesus' of the world! Nothing burns a bridge, cuts a tie, or seals the deal more than the epiphany such as that one. Sniff Sniff. what is this? WHAT is THIS!? ....fabric softener. That is not my fabric softener! grrrrrrrrr.

It was very refreshing to know that I could finally close that door and open another without ever looking back. Or jumping out of the window.

So basically, the one who I blamed for this... the owner of the fab soft that was not mine...who helped end what I thought was my future, ...was actually a sort of guardian angel. An angel who helped me move on to find my real happiness. It just sucks that this angel had to be in the form of some sort of seductive Brazilian salsa dancer. Booo! :( Why could it not have been someone like the lovable hobo angel from the Wonderful Life movie? why?

Anyways, MG I am glad you are giving it another whirl. Since your getting your shit back together. We are happy for you and we will support you on whatever decision you make. Let us change the subject now. Here are my thoughts of three:

1. As I was eating my Fruity Pebbles this morning, I could not help but to think that Cocoa Pebbles must be the cereal sista from anotha mista.

2. This month as I was enjoying my perimenopause days, NOT! I could not help but to think that this crappy shit is definitely the puberty stage for grandma days. no I did not read that anywhere but, if your there, you will naturally know it.

3. ....plus, you know that your day is going to be bad if someone wants to talk to you in their office; and there is a tarp spread out over the floor.