January 2007


I think the guy who sharpens my skates is flattening out my rocker (for non-skaters, that’s the part of the skate behind the toepick that you go on for turns and spins).  I’m going to have to show it to my coach tomorrow so he can see if I’m crazy or not.  I know of one person who’s rocker he screwed up, but most everyone else is happy with him.  We’ll see.

I decided to add that extra lesson.  I haven’t told Rich yet because he’s never been thrilled with my coaching situation.  Basically, to him, it’s time that another guy, rather than him, is spending with me.  I don’t know what to do with that.  You can’t really have a female ice dance coach at my level (very beginner) when your coach has to also partner you and teach you to partner.  It just wouldn’t work.  I’ve had to dance with another woman before in a group class, and all it does is make you laugh like a huge idiot.  You know you look ridiculous.  So basically, I just have to keep my skating life and my home life separate.  That sucks ass.  I guess I’ll just put all my skating stories in here.

I’ve got to go to bed.  I had a really hard time waking up today, and I don’t want a repeat of that tomorrow.  Of course, it is now that I remember that I need to decide what I want to work on tomorrow.  Well, hopefully I can figure it out while I’m brushing my teeth or something!

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This week I figured it out:  Decaf Peppermint Mocha, fat free, no whip.  This keeps the lovely sugary syrup in, which means it tastes freaking awesome!  I don’t miss the whole milk or the whipped cream at all.  I also got a reduced fat blueberry coffee cake which I split with Rich.  That made for way less guilt.

I have got to get new exercise shoes.  My old ones are caked in mud.  I have no recollection of how this happened, but they are permanently mucked-up.  No amount of patience on my part is going to get all that mud out.  So lately, I’ve been wearing my tennis shoes to work out.  That’s not working out (pun not origanally intended, but I’ll keep it).  I guess they squeeze my toes together a bit because if I have even the slightest bit of white toenail on my fourth toe, it cuts the side of my third toe.  I’ve had three workouts were I took my shoes off and discovered I had bloody socks.  Uh, gross.

I’m debating whether or not I want to add another lesson with Duke during the week.  I could add it during the Thursday morning public session because Ron and I are the only ones ever there.  Stephenie comes every once in a while, but sometimes her pesky job gets in the way.  Or I could add it on Fridays during a freestyle/dance session.  I don’t know which one is best.

Reasons for adding a lesson:

1.  Thursday to Monday is a long time to leave me to my own devices.  Most Monday’s it seems we have to take a step backwards and fix what I’ve bastardized before we can get on with it.

2.  I don’t have a partner that I can practice with.  Yes, I know working solo will make my skating stronger, but I do a lot of work solo already.  Thirty extra minutes of a coach and partner is not going to weaken my skating.  At least I don’t think it would.

3.  I think my progression would be faster, or if not faster, more complete.  What I mean by that is maybe I wouldn’t get to a certain level any quicker, but I think my skating at each level would be better.  For example, it takes time and practice to get progressives to not look like crossovers.  Mine are getting better, and they will continue to get better whether I add another lesson or not.  However, I think they’ll get better faster if I have him one more time a week.

4.  I was in ballet growing up and in college.  I had multiple classes and multiple teachers six days a week.  So three classes, three times a week still doesn’t seem like that much to me.

Reasons for not adding a lesson:

1.  It saves me $30.

2.  I will still progress.

3.  I’m an adult.  I’m not ever going to go to the Olympics in ice dancing (hey, archery is still in the mix!).  I don’t have to take lessons every day like my coach does.

4.  Soloing is good for me.  It makes me have to motivate myself.  It makes me work on getting all the way over on my edges without Duke pushing me onto them.  It will make me a stronger skater.

Rebuttal:

I really enjoy my lessons.  It’s the most fun I have all week.  I laugh and laugh and still accomplish good stuff.

Okay, speaking of skating, two people in my ballet class are at Nationals this week:  Charlotte Maxwell and Nick Traxler.  I’m so proud of how well they’re doing so far this week!  They’re both such nice people, and Nick brings such joy to ballet.  He cracks me up with his stories.  Charlotte is quieter than Nick, but also very funny in her own way.  She loves to dance and will do hip-hop stuff in between things at ballet.  That always makes me laugh, and then she starts to laugh.  She knows I’m not laughing at her – it’s a generational thing, as in I don’t get hip-hop, but I think it’s cute.  One thing I really like about them is that they seem to enjoy each other off-ice as well.  You definitely can’t say that about most teams!

I’m having trouble with the spell checker.  Sorry for any errors!

Yeah, that’s not so fun!  We had our Starbucks date yesterday, and I had the reduced fat cinnamon swirl coffee cake (330 calories, totally worth every single one, soooooo delicious) and the cinnamon dolce latte.  This is where the problem was.  I got mine fat-free with sugar-free syrup and no whipped cream (210 calories).  I thought it wasn’t too bad at first.  It could’ve been sweeter, but then again, I’m not one to turn down sugar.  Unfortunately, I decided I needed to see what the difference was between mine and my son’s (he got the same thing except his was full-fat, sugar-syrup, with whip for a whopping 440 calories).  Uh, yum!  Oh my gosh, it was so freaking good.  After that, mine sucked.  It sucked ass.

Skating was pretty good yesterday.  My Fiesta Tango is less of a Fiasco Tango than before.  I need to push harder on my backwards chasses on the Swing Dance (that one is tough for me!).  I am finally feeling more comfortable on the backwards crossovers.  When I took figure skating as a child, they were easy.  In fact, that’s all I remember of skating when I was a kid – hour upon hour of practicing backwards crossovers on the circles.  In hockey, they weren’t so bad either, but then again, they didn’t have to be pretty, and we weren’t so technical about them.  This has been a complete break-it-down, relearn them process.  I like that because it means I’ll do them right.  Counter-clockwise is more comfortable than clockwise right now.  That’s normal though.

I need to find a way to motivate my kid to do better in school.  He used to work so hard and was such a teacher-pleaser.  Now he doesn’t care so much – he’s still getting A’s, but now there are B’s mixed in.  He’s too smart for that.  I honestly think he’s given up on anything that isn’t math or science.  If he has to read, it is such a fight!  It’s not like he’s a poor reader – he’s on grade level, but he is so good at math and science that to him, reading is a struggle.  The thing is, if you can find a book he’s interested in, he’ll read it quite happily once he starts.  It’s getting him to start that’s the problem.  I totally don’t get it, but I’m one of those people who would rather read than do about anything else.  So is my ex.  Apparently, the reading gene did not pass on.  Anyway, at school, they have assigned reading which they are subsequently tested on.  His comprehension sucks, but it’s not usually sci-fi or fantasy.  Give him that, and he’s fine.  I’m dreading what’ll happen when he has to read Shakespeare.  That’s going to be a knock-down dragout unless I can figure out a way to get him to enjoy reading that isn’t his favorite genre.  I feel a research project coming for me!

I woke up this morning to get ready for ballet and skating, and there was a surprise snowfall overnight.  I went ahead and got ready and then chickened out.  I’m not so good with the icky weather driving.  Inexperience.  However, now I wish I had gone.  This is going to sound really shitty, but I am sick and tired of playing nurse to my boyfriend and his stupid ankle.  He’s home from work today (fake sick, fake working from home), and he wants me to do his laundry while he sits here and plays a poker tournament online.  What a load of crap!!!  He says it’s because he doesn’t want to go up and down the stairs.  He’s totally capable of doing the stairs now, and I think the more he does them and the more he gets around, the better off he’ll be.  Plus, if he’s not going to work and he’s just going to play poker, he can do that upstairs with the laundry machines anyway.  (Our laundry room is upstairs because that’s where all the bedrooms are.)  I really wouldn’t mind doing it if he weren’t able.  This is getting ridiculous – I’m starting to feel like he’s really taking advantage of the situation.  Either that, or I’m a real ass.

All this crappy weather lately is really blowing my moods up.  I’m trapped inside, and it’s pissing me right off.  Can you tell?  I would love to go to the bookstore and Starbucks.  Over the holidays, I drank a ton of Peppermint Mochas.  So good!!!  Since I’m now on a diet (sorry, I’m changing my lifestyle, whatever), I only get Starbucks on Friday afternoons with my son.  He gets a decaf coffee, whichever flavor he’s in the mood for, and a toffee almond bar.  I’m not sure if it’s okay to give an almost 12 year old decaf coffee, but he likes it, so I’m going with it.  I figure it’s better than a Coke or something.  I think I’m going to try the Cinnamon Dolce Latte this week.  I’m going to have to order it with sugar-free syrup and no whipped cream to make it even remotely okay.  Good goobies, I never should’ve checked the nutritional information.  Ignorance is bliss!  Just for fun, I checked the information for the Iced Lemon Pound Cake, which I think is the best thing ever, and it has 500 calories.  Argh!!!  How did I not gain weight over the holidays?  Oh, I know, it’s because my grandmother starved us when we visited her.  That had to make up for some sins.

That’s a fun story actually.  I knew before I went there (Austin) that she wouldn’t have enough food on hand because she never does.  It’s not a financial issue at all – she just doesn’t eat much and expects that the rest of us are the same.  That’s just not so.  So before I left town, I packed a little bag of my food for emergencies.  I had some iced sugar cookies with Christmas sprinkles, a bag of Chex Mix (peanut butter chocolate, oh my gosh, yum), some crackers, peanut M&M’s, and gum.  Junk food, yes, but hey, it was the holidays.  My sister lives in Austin too, and I was staying with her, so I knew we’d at least get some food.  I got there in the evening on Saturday, and we went to the country club for dinner, so that night was fine.  Sunday morning, we went to the club again for brunch, and I knew ahead of time that there wasn’t going to be any more food until dinner, so I loaded up.  Unfortunately, it was like 11am.  So when 3 in the afternoon rolled around, Kim and I were half starved, and you just can’t go into my grandmother’s kitchen and start nosing around.  We left under the guise of needing to let Kim’s dogs out.  It was true, we did need to do that, but on the half-hour trip over to do it, we ate quite a bit of the bag of Chex Mix.  Later on, for dinner, I knew that tortilla soup was in the mix.  I figured it was like a first course – you know, like soup or salad.  There was definitely salad – I saw my mom making it.  Anyway, my cousin Ariel and I are not big fans of tortilla soup, so we skipped getting some and went into the dining room.  There was no other food on the table besides the salad.  We were both like, WTF???  Soup and salad – that was Christmas Eve dinner.  Gross!  So I had salad and had to listen to my stomach grumble all through church.  Miserable.  Needless to say, when we got back to Kim’s house, we made a second dinner (for me, Peanut M&M’s – for her, Christmas Peppermint Nougats).  Christmas day was much of the same – my grandmother made quiche for brunch (what is with these people and brunch?  Whatever happened to a separate breakfast and lunch?).  It had ham in it, and as much as I can barely stomach quiche, well, if you add ham to it, forget it.  No way in hell was that entering my mouth.  So I had a grapefruit and a breakfast roll.  Then we had to wait around til four for Christmas dinner.  Once again, we went to let the dogs out.  When we got there, we discovered that the little shits had found my cookies on the bar and had eaten them.  Grrr … apparently they were starving too!  By the time Tuesday rolled around, my grandmother had had about enough of us, so we got to eat away from her house.  No more deprivation, yay!!!

I think I’m going to have to add the category “bitch and moan” for today’s post.  Jeez Louise, my life is not so awful, but I sure am whiney today!

A new skating movie, starring Will Ferrell, is coming out.  Now that is exciting!  My coach sent me a link to the preview along with the message, “This is not going to help men in this sport one god damn bit.”  We should have known something like this was coming when there were two, yes two, ice dancing jokes in Talladega Nights.  I think it’s hysterical, but I am not a straight guy in this sport either!

In weather news, once again the doomsdayers are wrong (thus far).  They have been quite persistent in saying that we were going to be iced in, but it has yet to happen.  It has rained a ton, but no ice.  No snow, no sleet, no slush.  Just rain.  That’s fine by me though.  Unfortunately my house doesn’t have gutters yet – it was just built, and as we got into the last week before closing, I was like, “When do you put the gutters on?”  The builder said gutters were an upgrade.  WTF???  Gutters are an upgrade?!?  That’s crazy.  Actually, that is stupid.  I mean, I went through that upgrade list with a fine-toothed comb, and I definitely didn’t see gutters on the list.  They weren’t on the standard stuff list either though, so my bad I guess.  So dumb.  I need gutters soon though because all this rain is going to make a mess of my yard.  Plus it’ll mess with the foundation too, so I really don’t understand why they aren’t required to put them on.

My boyfriend just ran his hand up my leg under my flannel jammies.  (Yeah, it’s 1:30 in the afternoon, and I’m still in jammies.  I love Sundays!)  He got this horrified look on his face and made a sandpaper sound in his throat.  I laughed and said, “I told you I haven’t been shaving!”  See, when he broke his ankle, sex became an iffy proposition (although I still say I could be on top and take care of that whole problem, but he’s worried about moving his leg wrong), so I figure, why shave?  Nice, eh?  I just wear winter-weight tights to skate in, and nobody knows the difference.  At least I think they don’t.  Uh-oh, paranoia has set in … 

I want to see if my font goes back to normal on a new post.

I saw this on The Great Pretender’s space.  You have to answer each question with just one word.  Seriously!


Yourself:   Nerd
Your Partner:   Moody

Your Hair:   Blonde

Your Mother:   Complicated

Your Father:   Funny

Your Favorite Item:   Flannel

Your Dream Last Night:  Falling
Your Favorite Drink:   Juice

Your Dream Car:    BMW
Your Dream Home:   mobbed


The Room You Are In:   Family
Your Ex:   Fucker
Your Fear:   Loss
Where You Want to be in Ten Years:   Skating
Who You Hung Out With Last Night:   Family
What You’re Not:   Lethargic
Muffins:   Blueberry

One of Your Wish List Items:   Landscaping 

Time:   4:11pm

The Last Thing You Did:   Read

What You Are Wearing:   Jeans

Your Favorite Weather:   Snow

Your Favorite Book:   LoTR

Last Thing You Ate:   Salad
Your Life:  Varies

Your Mood:   Eh

Your Best Friend:   Kim
What Are You Thinking About Right Now:   This

Your Car:   Blue
What Are You Doing At The Moment:   Writing
Your Summer:   Skating

Relationship Status:   Divorced

What Is On Your TV:   Football
What Is The Weather Like:   Wintry
When Is The Last Time You Laughed:   Today


That was tough!  I wanted to use more than one word so many times.  I’m pretty sure I cheated on Favorite Book, but it would have been a lie otherwise!  The font and spacing on this post are bizarre, and it just shows that I don’t know code.  Gak.

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