My last dance company had their spring performances this past weekend.

They used to rent out one of the University of Houston theaters for their shows, but lately they’ve been hosting their performances right in the studio.

So: If I had stayed in Houston, I would have spent the weekend performing Burlesque in a small studio in middle-of-nowhere Clear Lake.

Instead, I spent it rehearsing for Firebird; to be performed in one of the largest/fanciest theaters in this city.

Life comes at you fast.


(Disclaimer: This post includes some mild TMI. Don’t read on if you can’t deal with vomit or sweat.)

I forgot to tell you, reader, about how last Saturday went down.

  • Near the end of rehearsal, I started feeling very, very shaky; and soon nausea set in. Just as I was about to leave the studio, I realized “I better get home quickly, because I am about to throw up.”

(Have I mentioned this happened during a downpour of Biblical proportions? Because it did.)

  • By the time I made it to my exit, I was shaking like crazy. Once I got home I bolted to the bathroom and proceeded to throw up in a violent, painful way. This went on regularly for some five hours; until I finally calmed down enough to keep down some water and saltines.

It’s worth mentioning that Craig was out of town at this time. Even though I tried to distract myself by watching movies on my laptop, and random noise that I heard caused me to jump out of my skin.

  • I finally got ready to go to sleep, when I started sweating profusely. I’ve had night sweats before, and I thought this was part of my body’s way to rid itself of whatever had made me sick earlier… but that doesn’t make it any less unpleasant. Your pajamas are soaked and stuck to your skin; all your sheets and pillows because grossly damp, and you become aware of the fact that you don’t exactly smell nice.
  • Just as I drifted off, I heard my two cats making a racket. I looked over the edge of the bed, while I didn’t see anything, I could tell by their behavior that there must be a (big) bug in my room. I was NOT equipped to deal with bug-slaying at that moment, so I rolled over and prayed the cats would dispose of it (Sure enough: after mere seconds of hearing Steve claw at the carpet, I could hear him chewing on something that sounded…crunchy).
  • I drifted back off again, only to be awakened by Steve throwing up on the carpet…right next to my bed.
  • After hearing him scratch on the carpet some more, I discovered he was trying to bury his mess. With my laptop cord.

The next morning I woke up drenched in sweat, and proceeded to clean up cat vomit and look for the remains of The Alleged Bug (I didn’t find them. I guess that’s what made Steve sick?). Then I texted Craig and asked when he would be home, because we sure needed him.

Here’s to better Saturday nights.


I don’t follow Sportsball. Whenever “My Google” pops up with a sports score on my phone’s lock screen , I wonder “Why would you EVER think I care!??”

Until about five minutes ago.

When I opened my phone just then, I saw a basketball score. And as soon as I saw my old city (Houston Rockets) playing against my new city (San Antonio Spurs), I called out “GO SPURS, GO!”

And at that moment, I became San Antonian.


(P.S. Spurs, you had better win; I just wrote a blog post about you).

If you leave a bag of deer corn in your garage for too long, it will become infested with weevils.

The weevils will then, after they’ve laid waste to your deer  corn, proceed to INVADE YOUR {bleep]ING APARTMENT.

And then you’ll be brandishing a can of Raid  and wondering which Biblical plague you’ve stumbled upon.

(The problem has been taken care of– yesterday my husband removed the offending bag, and the exterminator from the apartment complex sprayed the garage down. But I’m still squicked out because BUGS, ICK)

“Small- Girl Haul”

….that’s a term I coined at this weekends’ rehearsals. It refers to when one of the smallest dancers has to travel the farthest across the stage (usually in a short amount of time). I am doing the small-girl haul in three different ballets!

One of the ballets is called Adiemus, choreographed by the same guy who set Firebird on us. The music is by Karl Jenkins, and it’s a lot of fun. It’s mostly for the trainees and apprentices; but they needed a twelfth person who is small enough to blend in with the younger ones. I’m glad they asked me to be in it!

Last night we finished learning Terpsichorus, a 16-minute neoclassical ballet to music by Mozart. It’s a bit tricky, but I’m starting to feel better about it. There are some spots where my brain goes “ahhh, crap, what comes next?” but now that the choreography is starting to get into my body, I’m not as worried about it as I once was. Today I tried it en pointe (in this company, we learn things first in our flat shoes, then transition to pointe once we know the choreography) and it went pretty well. I still need to work on it more, but I’ve got a little over a month until the performance.

Today we got to try on our costumes for Firebird. They are the original costumes from the Paris Opera Ballet’s production in the 60s, and they are magnificent. I might have been a little too jazzed about my princess costume– I spent a good deal of time twirling around in it with a big stupid grin on my face! It’s a sheer, one-shoulder dress over a unitard, with a headpiece and a long, braided hairpiece (which is called a “fall,” I’ve learned). I couldn’t stop smiling.

Last week we had an adjudication for a dance festival. The adjudicator observed a set class taught by our associate director, then we presented three pieces. I was in the second one, a modern piece. Even though I felt very nervous going into it, I felt really good about my performance. That piece wasn’t chosen for the festival, but it will be performed in our spring concert.

So, that’s an update on my dance life. There have been some stressful things happening in my personal/medical life, but that’s another story for another blog post– I’m in a good mood after some good rehearsals, and I don’t want to drag it down.

Have a good evening and keep doing the small-girl haul, everybody.

Chaotic Sunday Night

Yesterday started out beautiful. It was a perfect day– talked on the phone with my Mom, walked at the park, did yoga on my patio, admired the progress my plants were making, and later fell asleep on the couch watching MST3K.

I later woke up to the mother of all thunderstorms. House-shaking thunder, lightning, electricity went out for a few minutes, the works. All the racket and chaos kept us from sleeping! While looking out the patio door, I saw during lightning flashes that our two big planters were saturated in standing water (nooooo!). I rushed outside to pull them further under the roof, but I have no idea if the plants will recover (while I was out there, I took a video for instagram from the safety of my covered patio). There were tornado warnings, and we debated how safe our building would keep us if one came through.

We finally got to sleep, and I was awakened at 7am by a panicked phone call from my Mom. She saw that several tornadoes had touched down in north San Antonio, and was asking if we were okay. Mind you, I was still half-asleep and couldn’t even formulate a sentence, but I eventually managed to stammer out “we’re…we’re safe.”

Then I zonked back out for a bit, because I wasn’t about to tackle Monday on <4 hours of sleep.


When I arrived at the studio for morning class, the topic of conversation was the tornadoes. The studio is fine, but there was terrible damage only a mile or so away. One of my co-workers lives by the Quarry and, while her apartment complex didn’t get hit, her surrounding neighborhood was torn up pretty badly. She showed me some pictures– a brick wall knocked over, a carport that fell down and squashed the cars under it (thankfully no one was hurt), trees uprooted all over the place. In the afternoon, the tornadoes were all my Ballet 3Bs could talk about at the start of class.

Another co-worker didn’t show up for his 6:00 class, and at first I feared the worst. I called him up and thankfully, he just didn’t realize the studio was open today (we don’t close for Monday holidays). Phew.

So, as far as I know, all my friends and dance family are safe. We’re safe. Praying for everyone who suffered damage; may they rebuild quickly.

It was sunny and 82 degrees in San Antonio today. Here’s how I burned off my free day:
– Got lunch for my husband and me, and we had a picnic outside by the pool
– Took care of some spring cleaning tasks, then spent over an hour doing yoga on my patio (with my freshly-planted container garden).
– Went for a pleasant late-afternoon walk around our neighborhood with my husband
– Soaked my feet in epsom salts with a blend of essential oils and a dab of coconut oil, then took a luxurious, hot shower.

It was a pretty great day. I’m thankful for the gifts I have been given in this life.

So, I’m sure you want to hear about the garden I mentioned. Of course you do!

At our old place, we lived on the top floor with a huge L-shaped patio and plenty of great sunlight (I’m sure being right next to the water helped that). Now, we are on the first floor, next to a lot of trees (not much sunlight), and our patio is a postage stamp compared to what we’re used to. This year I downsized a lot– because of space restrictions, and because I don’t know how successful my endeavors will be.

I’ve planted tomatoes, kale, 3 kinds of peppers, and herbs. I also received a bunch of succulents for my birthday, but those will do fine in this space (and even if they don’t, it’s not like we can eat them).



It certainly doesn’t look like much now, but I’m praying it will bless us with at least a small bounty.

Now, off to have dinner and relax! Have a great week, reader.