Wednesday, May 15, 2013
About Blogging
I've wanted to blog for a while, but it wasn't until this class that I actually started. I like it, and I want to continue blogging into the future. For me, blogging is an outlet for my ideas. I can express my ideas to other people in a way that allows them to respond. I'm happy I've had the opportunity to blog about my life and will continue doing so. I plan to keep writing stories and posting them on my blog.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
World Belly Dance Day!
I had a blast this weekend with World Belly Dance Day! 12 Houses dancers, as well as many other local dancers, had the opportunity to welcome Saroya of Atlanta to teach workshops last Saturday and Sunday.
Friday night, we had a Hafla, which is a party. We had a costume exchange (I gotta skirt!) and watched dancers do past and current routines. It was fun to see the other dancers show off. There was also a Henna artist who gave me a rat on each hand. It was a fun night.
Saturday was our busy day. In the morning, we flash mobbed a belly dance routine at the CanadInn, which is called "Shimmy Mob" and raises money for CVIC. After that, I had workshops for a few hours with Saroya, Intro to Turkish Style and Zills (finger cymbals). Then, I ended up going to eat with my family before heading home to grab my stuff and get ready for the show.
The show was so much fun, local dancers showed their talents at the Firehall Theater. It was fun to see so many dancers on one stage. The 12 houses dance class, which I am apart of, did the class routine. At the end, we shimmy mobbed again before going home.
Sunday morning was the last workshop, Flashcard choreography I was sore from doing workshops and tired because I didn't get much sleep, but it was still fun. I said my goodbyes to my dance sisters before going home to rest
I love dance. It's my escape. I meet so many amazing people doing this, I was very happy to see them again this last weekend. I can't wait until the next one! (and Zombiefest!)
Friday night, we had a Hafla, which is a party. We had a costume exchange (I gotta skirt!) and watched dancers do past and current routines. It was fun to see the other dancers show off. There was also a Henna artist who gave me a rat on each hand. It was a fun night.
Saturday was our busy day. In the morning, we flash mobbed a belly dance routine at the CanadInn, which is called "Shimmy Mob" and raises money for CVIC. After that, I had workshops for a few hours with Saroya, Intro to Turkish Style and Zills (finger cymbals). Then, I ended up going to eat with my family before heading home to grab my stuff and get ready for the show.
The show was so much fun, local dancers showed their talents at the Firehall Theater. It was fun to see so many dancers on one stage. The 12 houses dance class, which I am apart of, did the class routine. At the end, we shimmy mobbed again before going home.
Sunday morning was the last workshop, Flashcard choreography I was sore from doing workshops and tired because I didn't get much sleep, but it was still fun. I said my goodbyes to my dance sisters before going home to rest
I love dance. It's my escape. I meet so many amazing people doing this, I was very happy to see them again this last weekend. I can't wait until the next one! (and Zombiefest!)
Remembered Conversation?
I assume that this post is supposed to be about a conversation that I remembered somewhere, so let's go with that.
I work at a place where I hear hundreds of different conversation snippets every day. I hear arguments, general awkward small talk, and random conversations that sometimes seem inappropriate (we get a lot of teenagers.) I remember one snippet between a coworker and an woman who was irate over the fact that we didn't have "her soup"
Crazy Lady: Well, where is it?
Worker: We don't stock everything everynight...
Crazy Lady: Where the hell is it?!?
I walked away before the shit hit the fan, so I didn't get to hear the rest.
I've run into this kind of customer before. They think that we can magically make all their products appear on the shelves every night when we can't. It makes me sick.
I wonder how people can be so rude for no good reason. I see so many assholes everyday who push their way through the aisles (Canadians...). It's because of Walmart's reputation. You wouldn't see this scene in Target, which does upset me.
I really shouldn't talk about work anymore, I'm not really supposed to anyway.
I work at a place where I hear hundreds of different conversation snippets every day. I hear arguments, general awkward small talk, and random conversations that sometimes seem inappropriate (we get a lot of teenagers.) I remember one snippet between a coworker and an woman who was irate over the fact that we didn't have "her soup"
Crazy Lady: Well, where is it?
Worker: We don't stock everything everynight...
Crazy Lady: Where the hell is it?!?
I walked away before the shit hit the fan, so I didn't get to hear the rest.
I've run into this kind of customer before. They think that we can magically make all their products appear on the shelves every night when we can't. It makes me sick.
I wonder how people can be so rude for no good reason. I see so many assholes everyday who push their way through the aisles (Canadians...). It's because of Walmart's reputation. You wouldn't see this scene in Target, which does upset me.
I really shouldn't talk about work anymore, I'm not really supposed to anyway.
Story Sketch
I heard on my favorite radio show, The Morning Playhouse with Zero, Rat and Maggie, about a thing called "Missed Connections" on Craigslist.
It's basically a place where people, usually guys, post descriptions of people, usually women, that they saw in public in an attempt to "hook up". It's mostly creepy.
Example at an Arbys;
"You waited on me tonight in drive thru. Things were taking a while. Gave me time to admire how pretty you are! I couldn't help myself, I also noticed you have a really nice butt! I believe the name on your name tag said Karisann...although I may be wrong. I was driving an older blue ford truck. If I were your boyfriend I would want to indulge and kiss every inch of you from head to the tip of your toes as often as I could. With any luck, or call it fate, I will come to know you!"
Ick, but it gave me an idea for a story, a less creepy story anyway.
A guy named Derek moves into town and moves next door to Sadie, who works at Bary's (see, I changed it!) and hates her job. Everyday for a month, Derek watches Sadie walk from her house and down the street to work and, one day, decides to give her a ride. They talk in the car and soon become close friends. At school, pressure from Derek's friends and pressure from Sadie's friends ultimately leads them to start dating. Then, they are nominated from prom king and queen. Derek's ex, Miranda, becomes jealous of the two and plans on destroying everyone's good time because she's like that. She plans on releasing wild, ravenous rats into the school gymnasium, sealing everyone inside. Just before her plan activates, she is ratted (non-intentional pun) out by her closest friend, Daisy, who is Derek's younger sister. Miranda is hauled off to Juvie (?) while Derek and Miranda become prom royalty.
I actually spend quite a bit of time looking through the craigslist listings, try it sometime! :)
It's basically a place where people, usually guys, post descriptions of people, usually women, that they saw in public in an attempt to "hook up". It's mostly creepy.
Example at an Arbys;
"You waited on me tonight in drive thru. Things were taking a while. Gave me time to admire how pretty you are! I couldn't help myself, I also noticed you have a really nice butt! I believe the name on your name tag said Karisann...although I may be wrong. I was driving an older blue ford truck. If I were your boyfriend I would want to indulge and kiss every inch of you from head to the tip of your toes as often as I could. With any luck, or call it fate, I will come to know you!"
Ick, but it gave me an idea for a story, a less creepy story anyway.
A guy named Derek moves into town and moves next door to Sadie, who works at Bary's (see, I changed it!) and hates her job. Everyday for a month, Derek watches Sadie walk from her house and down the street to work and, one day, decides to give her a ride. They talk in the car and soon become close friends. At school, pressure from Derek's friends and pressure from Sadie's friends ultimately leads them to start dating. Then, they are nominated from prom king and queen. Derek's ex, Miranda, becomes jealous of the two and plans on destroying everyone's good time because she's like that. She plans on releasing wild, ravenous rats into the school gymnasium, sealing everyone inside. Just before her plan activates, she is ratted (non-intentional pun) out by her closest friend, Daisy, who is Derek's younger sister. Miranda is hauled off to Juvie (?) while Derek and Miranda become prom royalty.
I actually spend quite a bit of time looking through the craigslist listings, try it sometime! :)
The True Story
When I tell people the story of my parents, they don't believe me. Take, for example, in 8th grade when I tried to explain my story to my friends. The class clown (idiot) kept denying everything I said, even though it's truth. My parent's story is incredible, it reminds me of the movie "Forrest Gump" in it's depth. I think, for convenience, I'll start at the beginning.
My father was born in Falkirk, Scotland on June 29th, 1966. My dad's parents moved the family to New Zealand, where my dad grew up until he enlisted in the Army. My dad used to tell me many stories about growing up in New Zealand with his brother, Brian, and his sister, Liz. My favorite story is when my dad and Brian were playing war with metal darts and hiding behind mattresses. One thing led to another, and Brian got a dart right in the side of his neck. That was only one of many hospital trips that my dad had caused while growing up. Another time, when he was learning to drive, he drove my grandpa's car into the ocean off a pier. I never had the chance to see my grandparents before they both died, I wish I had. My dad says that I'm like my grandma, who used to throw playing cards into the fireplace if she didn't win. I guess I'm kind of like that too.
My dad enlisted in the Army when he was nineteen years old. He trained for a few years, going through a brutal boot camp and training in the jungles of New Guinea. He also fought in a conflict in Haiti, but he never talks about that. Eventually, his training brought him to Operation Deep Freeze, which was a mission to help scientists who were freezing seeds at Mc Murdo Station, Antarctica for storage. Basically, my dad went down there to help with supplies and other things. And this, of all places in the world, is where he met my mother.
My mother was born in Thief River Fall, Minnesota. She grew up in the country outside Holt, Minnesota and went to New Folden, School (MCC). She was a nerd, she even admits that to me now. She read a lot of books and didn't participate in any sports in high school, her parents didn't let her. Instead, she was in speech. She had a lot of friends, but moved out of her parents house at 17 to get out. She enlisted in the Navy shortly after she graduated high school, and went to boot camp. She trained for several months before being given a decision, Antarctica or Scotland? Thankfully, she chose Antarctica, because otherwise, I wouldn't exist.She went down there for a four month mission and ended up meeting my father.
Both my mom and my dad have very different views of Antarctica. My dad thought it was beautiful and interesting place while my mother thought it was the closest thing to hell on earth. I've been told stories of gigantic ice caves with clear glass and Scuas, which are large birds with sharp beaks, as a child. After meeting each other, my parents got married in a ceremony in New Zealand, then did it again in the United States.
My dad had never been to the United States before then, and he was 20 at the time. The first restaurant that he visited in the United States shortly after arriving was Denny's, where he order the "Moon Over My Hammy", and that's still he favorite dish at Denny's to this day. After staying in San Diego, California for several years, they had their first child (me!). Two years later, they had Braydon, then Callahan. These are my two full brothers. When I was 5, my mother decided that we needed to move closer to Minnesota, so we settled on Sioux Falls, SD. We were only there for a few years before moving again to Minnesota.
My mom and dad divorced when I was only nine years old. I remember the spot that my mom decided to unceremoniously tell me that she was separated from my dad, and it was the parking lot at Kmart in Thief River Falls. I cried and cried because I knew what that meant, it meant that life wasn't going to be the same again. At least, not the way it used to be. I would still have two loving parents but, now in two separate homes.
While my mom has since married two different guys, my dad remains unmarried (smart, if you ask me). He does have a girlfriend, but I don't want to go too far in depth with that. My mom married a cop three years after divorcing my dad, and had two children with him, Kayden and Jesse. They are the only good thing to come out of that marriage. The cop ended up cheating on her with a dispatcher, which almost sounds like a movie I saw one time. She then married Greg, who she is married to now. Greg is old, lets just say he qualifies for the senior citizen discount at most restaurants. There's 16 year age difference between him and my mom, which is kind of creepy. Greg is temperamental, but mostly mental.
The events that led to where I am now are extraordinary, and most people don't believe. I believe. Because, without them, I wouldn't exist. I can only hope to do as many amazing things as my parents did, but for now, I'm on my way.
My father was born in Falkirk, Scotland on June 29th, 1966. My dad's parents moved the family to New Zealand, where my dad grew up until he enlisted in the Army. My dad used to tell me many stories about growing up in New Zealand with his brother, Brian, and his sister, Liz. My favorite story is when my dad and Brian were playing war with metal darts and hiding behind mattresses. One thing led to another, and Brian got a dart right in the side of his neck. That was only one of many hospital trips that my dad had caused while growing up. Another time, when he was learning to drive, he drove my grandpa's car into the ocean off a pier. I never had the chance to see my grandparents before they both died, I wish I had. My dad says that I'm like my grandma, who used to throw playing cards into the fireplace if she didn't win. I guess I'm kind of like that too.
My dad enlisted in the Army when he was nineteen years old. He trained for a few years, going through a brutal boot camp and training in the jungles of New Guinea. He also fought in a conflict in Haiti, but he never talks about that. Eventually, his training brought him to Operation Deep Freeze, which was a mission to help scientists who were freezing seeds at Mc Murdo Station, Antarctica for storage. Basically, my dad went down there to help with supplies and other things. And this, of all places in the world, is where he met my mother.
My mother was born in Thief River Fall, Minnesota. She grew up in the country outside Holt, Minnesota and went to New Folden, School (MCC). She was a nerd, she even admits that to me now. She read a lot of books and didn't participate in any sports in high school, her parents didn't let her. Instead, she was in speech. She had a lot of friends, but moved out of her parents house at 17 to get out. She enlisted in the Navy shortly after she graduated high school, and went to boot camp. She trained for several months before being given a decision, Antarctica or Scotland? Thankfully, she chose Antarctica, because otherwise, I wouldn't exist.She went down there for a four month mission and ended up meeting my father.
Both my mom and my dad have very different views of Antarctica. My dad thought it was beautiful and interesting place while my mother thought it was the closest thing to hell on earth. I've been told stories of gigantic ice caves with clear glass and Scuas, which are large birds with sharp beaks, as a child. After meeting each other, my parents got married in a ceremony in New Zealand, then did it again in the United States.
My dad had never been to the United States before then, and he was 20 at the time. The first restaurant that he visited in the United States shortly after arriving was Denny's, where he order the "Moon Over My Hammy", and that's still he favorite dish at Denny's to this day. After staying in San Diego, California for several years, they had their first child (me!). Two years later, they had Braydon, then Callahan. These are my two full brothers. When I was 5, my mother decided that we needed to move closer to Minnesota, so we settled on Sioux Falls, SD. We were only there for a few years before moving again to Minnesota.
My mom and dad divorced when I was only nine years old. I remember the spot that my mom decided to unceremoniously tell me that she was separated from my dad, and it was the parking lot at Kmart in Thief River Falls. I cried and cried because I knew what that meant, it meant that life wasn't going to be the same again. At least, not the way it used to be. I would still have two loving parents but, now in two separate homes.
While my mom has since married two different guys, my dad remains unmarried (smart, if you ask me). He does have a girlfriend, but I don't want to go too far in depth with that. My mom married a cop three years after divorcing my dad, and had two children with him, Kayden and Jesse. They are the only good thing to come out of that marriage. The cop ended up cheating on her with a dispatcher, which almost sounds like a movie I saw one time. She then married Greg, who she is married to now. Greg is old, lets just say he qualifies for the senior citizen discount at most restaurants. There's 16 year age difference between him and my mom, which is kind of creepy. Greg is temperamental, but mostly mental.
The events that led to where I am now are extraordinary, and most people don't believe. I believe. Because, without them, I wouldn't exist. I can only hope to do as many amazing things as my parents did, but for now, I'm on my way.
Top 5 Places I Want to Visit.
1.) Scotland:
Scotland is the land of bagpipes, kilts, and this disgusting thing they call "Haggis". Being that my family's roots go back to "the old country", (Scotland, if you didn't catch on), I want to visit the castles that my family owned.
Back in the good old days where laws weren't laws and a man could trade his wife for a decent pig, my ancestors ruled. My great great great great great aunty was Mary Stuart, otherwise known as Mary, Queen of Scots. She was beheaded in 1857 by her cousin, Queen Elizabeth the First of England for some reason, probably treason. I've seen pictures of aunty Mary in stiff, uncomfortable dresses and wondered what it would be like if I lived back in that time period. If Mary wasn't by 5x great aunt, but just my aunt? I would be in line for the throne, just very far back in line.
I think Scotland would be beautiful place to visit. My dad says that, from what he can remember, it's countryside is really pretty.
2.) India
I'm a belly dancer, so I would love to visit India and see the dancers there. I would also love the see Dubai and take pictures. I would also love to get henna tattoos from a professional artist. I currently have henna of my rats from world belly dance day and I love it!
3.) Japan
Japan is where some of the weirdest things of the world originate. I like K-Pop and it would be so much fun to visit Tokyo. I would love the walk around the busy city at night and let the lights of advertising radiate all around me, just like in Times Square.
4.) Brazil
I only know about Brazil from what my friend, Matheus, told me and from watching the movie "Rio". I've heard many stories about how beautiful it is from Mat, so I want to visit it someday. It would be fun to visit a country where I actually know someone who can be kind of a tour guide.
5.) New Zealand
Why? I have family there! I've never met them, but I really want to. It's my dad's side of the family that's way over there. It'd be fun to visit them as well as bungee jump and skydive just like my parents did. I would also love to go scuba-diving.
Scotland is the land of bagpipes, kilts, and this disgusting thing they call "Haggis". Being that my family's roots go back to "the old country", (Scotland, if you didn't catch on), I want to visit the castles that my family owned.
Back in the good old days where laws weren't laws and a man could trade his wife for a decent pig, my ancestors ruled. My great great great great great aunty was Mary Stuart, otherwise known as Mary, Queen of Scots. She was beheaded in 1857 by her cousin, Queen Elizabeth the First of England for some reason, probably treason. I've seen pictures of aunty Mary in stiff, uncomfortable dresses and wondered what it would be like if I lived back in that time period. If Mary wasn't by 5x great aunt, but just my aunt? I would be in line for the throne, just very far back in line.
I think Scotland would be beautiful place to visit. My dad says that, from what he can remember, it's countryside is really pretty.
2.) India
I'm a belly dancer, so I would love to visit India and see the dancers there. I would also love the see Dubai and take pictures. I would also love to get henna tattoos from a professional artist. I currently have henna of my rats from world belly dance day and I love it!
3.) Japan
Japan is where some of the weirdest things of the world originate. I like K-Pop and it would be so much fun to visit Tokyo. I would love the walk around the busy city at night and let the lights of advertising radiate all around me, just like in Times Square.
4.) Brazil
I only know about Brazil from what my friend, Matheus, told me and from watching the movie "Rio". I've heard many stories about how beautiful it is from Mat, so I want to visit it someday. It would be fun to visit a country where I actually know someone who can be kind of a tour guide.
5.) New Zealand
Why? I have family there! I've never met them, but I really want to. It's my dad's side of the family that's way over there. It'd be fun to visit them as well as bungee jump and skydive just like my parents did. I would also love to go scuba-diving.
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