Miss Kitty. Graduate or No Graduate? September 13, 2009

So, the suspense has set in. Did Miss. Kitty graduate or did she run?? You guys place any bets?? To put you all out of your misery, I shall continue with my story.

On Sunday night, the night before graduation, I still had no costume and I had not practiced my routine. I tried a little but felt so stupid doing it, I couldn’t even finish. And I was in the room by myself!!!!! Kevin tried to find me a song to dance to and offered me suggestions. Yes, I finally let him see a few parts of the dance. I still felt stupid and was really starting to dread the thought of the next night. I gave up, sat on the couch and turned on True Blood.

Now to Monday. My partner in crime, Destiny, contacted me Monday morning. She didn’t want to go either. She’d just gotten back from out of town and was exhausted. I was still unhappy about my “costume” . In fact I still didn’t have one… well, just footless tights and there was no way I was dancing in just that! We deliberated back and forth via electronic devices. Come lunch no decision had been made. I thought again about my costume choices. I had to go home and feed the kittens so running out to Kohl’s to buy something from Saturday just wasn’t an option. I had to get my costume at lunch. Well, I had to go to CVS & I remembered seeing t-shirts at drug stores before. Ah ha! my costume & the one I wanted. While I was there I picked up a $2.50 mens black t-shirt. I planned to chop it up, or should I say, sex it up when I got off work. Should be quick, easy, cheap and painless. I could live with this. Please note that I was so nervous and anxious about graduation that I actually had to take one of my pills to keep my stomach from being upset. Yes, it was that bad.

After lunch I got back to work and Destiny and I exchanged a few more electronic messages. At this point, we both (happily, might I add) decided not to go. Now, don’t be too disappointed, though I’m sure you were looking forward to that story. We had good reasons as to why  we weren’t going to partake in graduation (aka torture)

1) It would be embarrassing. Horribly, terrifyingly, excruciatingly embarrassing.

2) We didn’t sign up for the class to be “sexy”, we signed up to get the workout.

3) We did not want to dress provocatively, much less in costume.

4) We didn’t want to waste precious hours watching 40 other women individually graduate.

5) We absolutely were positively NOT going to the strip club afterward!! (yes, a strip club. They actually recommended taking off the next day. Yeah! Like I’m going to take off work because I’ve got to go party at a strip club. I’m not a man!!!)

So, with our reasons in mind and agreed upon we continue on throughout our day. My stomach quickly settled and I was happy again. Kev even supported my decision though I know he was a little disappointed. I spent the evening with the kittens and our babies and turned in a little early. I kept thinking about the poor women in that class and how embarrassing and horrified they must be to go through with it. Did a lot of people skip?? I didn’t feel the least bit guilty either, nor did Destiny.

After my 8 week crazy idea & experience, and looking back to it I’ve concluded that….

a) It was silly

b) I learned a good workout routine (the workout, not the dance)

c) I realized that no matter what stripping will never be a career option for me

d) That even after 8 weeks I still do not know how to be sexy or which direction I’m suppose to turn next

e) Exotic dance is not for me

f) It was silly to freak out over being 30

g) It’s a great story… “I took exotic dance classes”

h) I got to spend fun and interesting Monday’s with my friend Destiny (aka Debby)

i) It was an experience I will never forget

j) No regrets

Miss. Kitty says Meow August 20, 2009

Well, I’m sure all of you are wondering where in the heck Miss. Kitty has been. Last time we heard from her she had just returned from a two week break and had solicited a tutor to help with the moves. Well, read below…..

I attended classes in July (except for the Monday before my bday). We finished the dance routine the Monday before…well, all except for the back flip (grounded of course). Our dance instructor planned to concentrate only on this move on the 27th and then teach us how to “sexy” up our actual routine the next week and then we would graduate the next.

When I returned in August, I just flat out refused to do the back flip. I don’t need a broken neck or large hospital bills just because I was trying to be sexy…. that certainly wouldn’t be sexy (plus I’m sure I can come up with a much better way to be sexy than a stupid back flip (well, roll if you will))!!! So, I learned the alternate move, which I was much more comfortable with. I must add that the workout whipped my butt (again)… which, remember, is why I decided to take this class. I have no intention on ever putting my “dance” to use.. no way, not gonna happen!!

So, we practiced the routine, learned a few ways to sexy it up…well, I’d call them suggestions, I didn’t learn anything. My moves are still uncoordinated, uncomfortable and un-sexy…… 24/7  practice isn’t gonna help Miss. Kitty. Nope, not at all!!

Here we are one week to the big day. One week to the day that I have to dance, in costume, in front of a group of strangers. Now, the information they don’t tell you before you pay (besides the graduation part) also includes the fact that all 3 classes (exotic, chair & pole) “graduate” together. HOLD UP! WHAT?!? Yeah, that’s what I was screaming. Not only do I have to humiliate myself in front of 25 women that have already seen me look my worse, I need to add another 35-40?? I don’t think so!!!

Now remember, we have to wear “costumes”, it’s not like I’m a stripper here I do not need a costume! In fact, I’m thinking pajama bottoms and an very oversized t-shirt (remember I said I was going down as the most dressed stripper ever) Well, my hubby, being the supportive man that he is, insisted I play the part. After all he said, “you signed up to do something crazy and you should go throuh with it”. You know he got an evil look & a not-so-nice gesture for that comment! (oh, I hate when he is right!!)

On Saturday we took off for lunch. Yes, Saturday- 2 days before graduation. While we were out we stopped at Kohl’s to find a “costume”. I was thinking a black button down shirt with a “cat print” bra to show “just a little”and then some black leggings and a skirt (or something  long). Kevin was thinking more along the lines of a lingerie piece of some sort. (In his dreams, might I add!). After 30 minutes of shopping & 15 minutes of trying on I was angry and in tears. Nothing looked good (good meaning hidding my stomach, rear end, and legs to the level of my satisfaction). I wanted to leave, empty handed obviously, so poor Kev put me out of my misery. I was crying the moment my butt hit the car seat… and poor Kev had to try to calm me down. He’s such a good man.

We ended up at Walmart and I managed to find “footless tights”. Who knew they made such a thing?? I was sure I could come up with something long to cover the rest of my body. I was thinking a men’s black t-shirt cut in a low plunge with “just a little” of my bra showing. That would be kind of sexy because it’d be mens clothing & showy all at the same time, not to mention covering my stomach & butt. Kevin was quick to correct me though, “that is not sexy” he said. What does he know??? Ugh!

So, I was still undecided about my “costume” and not happy about Monday. In fact I was plotting “reasons” as to why I couldn’t go. Monday came along very quickly as always. What I haven’t mentioned is that we rescued a litter of special needs kittens the Tuesday night before all of this occured (another blog for another time). Kev was also out of town the week of graduation, so my routine at home was going to be a little extensive. Certainly not one to accomodate 40 separate graduations.

You know, I think I’ll leave the story right there. I’ll let the suspense get you a little bit. What do you think? Did Miss. Kitty graduate or did she run with her tail between her legs for the other direction??

I’m 30 (& I had a week celebration) August 17, 2009

 I’m thirty now and I had a week celebration… duh, from my title, I’m sure you got that. So, it all started on Friday night, the 24th,  & it ended on Sunday, August 2nd.

On Friday the 24th  my wonderful hubby took me to see G-Force. So cute!!! (& worth the $20 to get in). It opened that day and we saw it in 3-D. Some of the 3-D movies make you feel dizzy or jump out of your seat waayyy to many times but his one was very mild (I didn’t get dizzy once) and it was funny!!! If you haven’t seen it already, go and go now!!!

So, Saturday I got a manicure and pedicure while I watched a girl movie on tv. That was super nice!! My nails and toes looked sooo pretty.

On Sunday we watched Ratatouille. Such a cute movie. It was a rodent weekend!!! For those of you who know me, you know I love rodents so I was happy.

Monday, Miss. Kitty skipped dance class and stayed home to bake her birthday cake. I also made a banana bread but it didn’t turn out at all. In fact, it was my first baking disaster. It had to be thrown out, which I was not happy about. Very, very shameful!

Tuesday night, my last day in my 20’s, I got tipsy off of champagne. Kev and I sat outside on the patio and drank and talked. I actually ended up in the grass showing him some of miss. kitty’s dance moves. The moves consisted of flipping over backward and “kitty-kat” walking. None of which were sexy or the least bit graceful. We also sat in the grass and tried to find shapes in the clouds. Unfortunately, we didn’t eat dinner so my tipsy-ness turned into a big mistake because I started to feel bad and started feeling bad quick. I went to bed just to make the bad-ness go away. Not exactly how I wanted to spend my last few hours of “29″.

Wednesday was my bday. My hubby serenaded me Happy Birthday in the morning. My co-workers brought me yummy blueberry muffins and cupcakes. My in-laws called and sang me happy birthday. My parents sent me a happy birthday email and also sang me happy birthday. My sweet friend, Christine, who couldn’t go to dinner with us, surprised me and brought me another yummy cupcake at work. I know her drive had to be about 30 mins from where she lives. I got a ton of happy birthday messages on my facebook page and my friend, Tommy, who is in Afghanistan called me and left me a bday message (I couldn’t get to my phone quick enough). I was horribly upset that I missed his call!! We got to dinner a little earlier than 7. I even convinced the restaurant, Travinia’s, to reserve a table for us (they only take reservations for 8 and we ad 6). We made it just in time to get half price martini’s so I celebrated with a strawberry martini and it was de-licious!! Joe & Debby and Jeff & Shelley got there… baring gifts.. which I did not expect. We had a great time chatting and laughing and I wore kitty cat ears the entire time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My kitty ears drew lots of attention and no-one believed I was 30. That’s probably because I look like I’m 20. Which, I appreciate. My ears came from debby, my dancing partner in crime (I also had a tail but I didn’t put it on). Jeff & Shelley gifted me with a Twilight Shirt, which I am psyched about!! You know me and Twilight, but that’s a story for a different blog.

On Saturday I took a nap and when I woke up I was so tired I was completely disoriented. My body was heavy and I was hardly able to stand. We had planned to go to Jeff & Shelley’s for a party they were having. At this point, I didn’t want to go. I had that heavy feeling and it physically hurt to move. How on earth was I going to socialize?? I struggled through my shower and getting dressed. We were running late, as always, so while I was struggling to get ready, Kev went to get ice  & beer and got the cooler ready. I almost asked to stay home but I knew he would get upset. I was a little more awake when we got to the party. Not completely though. I played with the kitten and the baby and ate some chicken nuggets. I had just settled in on the couch and was talking to Christine when I noticed everyone had disappeared. Kev came in and suggested we go upstairs. I went to the bathroom and then got some water. Jeff came down to find out why we weren’t upstairs yet. They finally got me around the corner and I saw a “30″ banner hanging. I realized that they were up to something. I get to the top of the stairs and there is a huge poster with my picture on it. Tony photo-shopped (a horrible) picture of me and made a poster about “the Joy of Cooking Cats”. It was hysterical. As soon as I went up the final flight of steps I realized that they had cupcakes and more “30″ signs. Yeah!! I was having a party!!!!! AND I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT IT. Kevin crowned me with a funny hat w/ a blinking “30″ pin. My candles were trick candles and I couldn’t get ‘em to go out. Kevin and Shelley both had to help me. I’ve never had trick candles before so I was excited about that! Rickey brought his karaoke stuff and we all sang karaoke (some of us quite badly) but we had a blast!!! (I must note I’m a little bummed no-one got a pic of me singing.. oh well, next time)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On Sunday my parents came up to visit and celebrate my bday. We went to Mimi’s Cafe and tried it for the first time. I wanted to go to Indigo Joe’s but some friends told us they had terrible food the Friday before. We all enjoyed Mimi’s, it was very good. I had a delicious chicken pot pie, Kevin had (not so great bc they were boiled) ribs, dad had meatloaf and mom had shrimp. We skipped dessert because mom made me a cake & it was scrumptious!

 

 As you can see I had a great time. Turning 30 really wasn’t that bad. I actually felt relieved, or maybe peaceful would be a better word, when I woke up on the 29th. My 30’s are going to be a ton of fun & I still plan on doing things to keep myself outside of the box. Besides, I hear the 30’s are the new 20’s except we have stable careers and more money. I can live with that

  

1 day to 30 July 29, 2009

So, as I type this I am winding down my last day of my 20’s. I just can’t believe in a few hours, I will be officially beginning my 30’s. So, how did I spend the last day of my 20’s?

Not as exciting as I hoped. Went to work, it was a tad stressful, had lunch with my hubby who suggested I get out of the office and get some fresh air (because he’s a very good hubby), came home and got a nice little buzz on. For those of you who know me, you know I don’t drink much (I in-fact claim I don’t drink) but I have found a friend in champagne. Particurally because my old friends, friend vodka and friend rum don’t want to be friends with me anymore. That’s a shame too because I liked them.

I wanted to skinny dip again tonight and/or swim in the fountain but I found that at the prime time to do those things, I was swaying around in the backyard and rolling around in the grass showing my hubby Miss. Kitty moves. What? I said I had a buzz. Too bad I didn’t have another bottle of champagne. I probably wouldn’t of cared that I had missed the most opportune time to participate in shenanigans.

So, I suppose I’m looking forward to tomorrow. Turning 30 is better than not being able to turn 30. I do know that I am looking forward to dinner with my hubby and friends tomorrow night… oh, and the delicious cake I have made. That right there is worth turning 30 alone.

To all of you reading this, good night and I’ll blog next when I’m 30!

One week to Thirty July 23, 2009

OH MY GOSH!!! Seriously, we are down to the nitty-gritty and my twenties are running by me like Daphne from Heroes (she’s super duper fast for those of you that don’t watch). So, not only am I baffled as to where this year has gone and how on earth we are on the 22nd day of July, I’m also confused on where the last two weeks have gone. It’s absurd. But, anyway, I digress.

What is special about today? Well, I have a cool story to share that I’m extremely excited about. When I was born, my parents owned a 1969 Camaro, frost green. They brought me home from the hospital in it and my dad shortly after became convinced that they needed a 4-door because they had to get me in and out of it. Much to their sorrow, they sold the car and purchased a more family friendly vehicle.

Now, for those of you who know me and my family (or were at our wedding), you know that I grew up around classic cars. We had all kinds. Chevy convertible, a Delivery (looks like a hearse), a restored ‘72 pick up, a ‘69 Camaro (although this one came later in life), we’ve had a few more but I can’t think of them. I went to many a classic car show in all sorts of places. It was pretty cool, I guess. I liked to look at the hot rods and judge which one I thought was the best. Of course my parents indulged me. They had to let me get some sort of entertainment. They did, after all, drag me along with them. I also went to a car club meeting every first Sunday of each month. They were at Ryan’s in Lexington (which is now Harbor Inn). That’s when Ryan’s restaurants weren’t scary.

So, now that you know a little bit of history. I’ll start with the cool story. At different points throughout my 29 years, I remember my parents talking about the car they wish they never sold, the one that got away. I can’t remember the details (like the make/model) but I remember the discussion of how they desperately regretted selling it and how it would be worth so much now (or then, when these discussions were taking place). So, my parents called me last night and this is when it got really cool. They found the car. The exact car. The one that got away, the one I was brought home from the hospital in, you get the picture. Dad explained how it is still owned by the person he sold it to (30 years ago!… well, almost). She still has the ad my dad placed in the paper when he sold it, she still has the original manuals, it’s got all the original parts and they even have a receipt from when my dad bought a muffler for it, shortly after he bought it.

My parents looked at it Sunday and made an offer. She turned it down. After a day, the owner thought it over and she and my dad came to an agreement. That was today. So,  my mom and dad now have their car back (well, as soon as they pick it up) and after 30 years (almost). I’m so excited!! That’s actually an understatement. There aren’t words for exactly how excited I am.  What makes it even cooler is my dad has a ‘69 Camaro. It’s an extremely nice show car and they will have his and her ‘69 Camaro’s. I think that’s the coolest ever!!!

So, I can’t wait to see pics of it. Of course, it needs work, but that’s the fun part, right? My mom is hoping to find the original pictures from the ’70’s when they owned it. I’ll be sure to add pics to this blog as soon as I get them.

I hope you enjoy this cool little story. It probably doesn’t mean as much to you as it does to me, sentimental value and all, but it’s a good wholesome story. And- it’s all taking place one week before I turn 30!.

2 minutes of Glory July 21, 2009

Yes, 2 minutes and it was glorious!!! I felt so liberated, so free, so daring, so defiant!! It was the craziest thing I’ve done since I signed up for Exotic Dance. Why it only last two minutes? Well, some pesky 16 year old & his friend showed up and busted up my party. Damn kid!

So, what was I doing you wonder? Was I streaking through the neighborhood? Was I singing loudly in public? Was I dancing in the aisle at Wal-Mart?

Are you still guessing????????  Okay, I’ll go ahead and put you out of your wondering misery.

Let’s just say I was swimming and I completed the crazy idea my friend Christine had. Well, if you count the 2 minutes and believe me, I count them!! That doesn’t mean I won’t do it again… I’ll definitely do that again! The feeling of doing something completely out of character was exhilarating. I seriously don’t know why I can’t be that relaxed all the time. I need to work on that a lot harder than I do. I know my hubby would appreciate it. I certainly shocked him. He went to shut the gate to the pool and I jumped in and……. Needless to say, when he came back over to the side of the pool, and realized what was going on, he was dumbfounded for a minute. His expression was priceless… just like a Master Card commercial.

I am also surprised at how enjoyable it was to be in water as deep as I am tall and to be “freely” swimming. I highly recommend this to everyone who hasn’t done it and I kindly push those that have done it to do it again. So, as my 30’s are nearing, I wonder just what other crazy thing I will do and if any of them will involve being in clothes and that don’t involve “sexiness”. Not that the exotic dancing is “sexy”, at least not when I’m doing it! Stay tuned-in to see what else crazy I can squeeze in, in the next 9 days. Oh my!! 9 days?!?!

Two weeks to 30!! July 16, 2009

WHAT?!?! TWO WEEKS? THAT’S IT??? 14 days and my twenties are officially behind me. That’s absurd! This past week has gone fast and I suppose the next two will go even faster. Oh, well, I’m fast approaching 30 and I’m sure it really won’t be a big deal come the 29th anyway. I’ll probably wake up and wonder why I made such a big deal out of it. That’s pretty typical for me.

So I’ve made some decisions regarding my bday. No party and I’m working on my bday. Boo Hoo! Oh, well, I’m using my days to vaca with my hubby in October. That will be much more relaxing than just one day off. Still deciding on the concert. Wondering about the time and the weather. Standing outside in the rain, listening to music on my bday (or any other day for that matter) is not something I want to do…..ever.

I spent today at work (of course). Went in early and stayed a little late, not to mention working through lunch. I’m definitely ready to sleep in on Saturday. Tonight was relaxing though. My friend Christine came over and we ate tacos that Kevin graciously made us. Then we watched Twilight. Christine just finished the first two books and was ready to watch the movie. Knowing that I’m a Twilight addict, she decided to ask me to watch the movie with her. All it made me want to do was read the books again, but I’m going to wait until September and then start them for the third time. You know, gear up to the New Moon movie release in November (and my Twilight party I’m throwing). So, I had a great evening (anything Twilight makes it a great evening)  and am now ready for bed. It’s past my bedtime you know.

Until next time. I’m hoping to do something crazy before next Wednesday……. besides exotic dance. Stay tuned.

Miss Kitty….Dance 4 July 15, 2009

So, we returned to class last night after a two week break. During that break, Destiny and Miss Kitty solicited the help of a tutor. Now, I’m sure you’re thinking… “they have tutors for strippers”? Well, not to burst your bubble but not exactly. Destiny’s friend Sarah has taken all of the classes (and unknowingly got us enrolled through her information sharing). She and Destiny came to my house and we ran through the routine until we were comfortable enough to know which way our bodies were going and to do it somewhat gracefully. I seriously don’t know how graceful and sexy are going to be the final result but we are trying out hardest.

Last week we didn’t practice. We went cold turkey into last nights class. Our workout was a little more relaxed than I expected but it still whipped my butt! It took no time at all for my muscles to start shaking, the sweat to start pouring and for me to get hot as fire (not that extreme hot flashes aren’t the norm for me). Did I mention I did all of this with a bad stomach ache?… you know the kind that hurts to be standing and only comfortable when curled into a ball. Yeah! That’s how dedicated I am and don’t you forget it.

After our warm up we started our dance. There’s a lot of hip movement in this part of the routine but I can do that fairly well so it should be remotely easy (once I remember if I standing, sitting or squatting). Luckily the upside down head swaying is no longer in the routine. That was going to be a broken, bloody nose for me. It’s amazing how instantly you get dizzy and the floor starts to move out from under you.

We also discussed, briefly, some ideas for the costumes we are required to wear during graduation. You remember me talking about graduation, don’t you? Well, some  former students have been known to dress as police officers or sailors, some wear mid-drift showing tops & boy shorts (that definitely won’t be me!), some wear silk nightgowns or teddy’s and some wear little sailor outfits. Of course, my eyes got big and I blushed a little about thinking of even having to shop for these items, much less wear them in front of 30 people I barely know!! So, Destiny and I will go shopping for our outfits (I am still going to wear my knee pads during graduation. Don’t worry, I’ll make ‘em sexy). I can guarantee this, no skin between my knees and my neck will be showing. If I have to “graduate” I’m going down as the most dressed stripper…. ever!!

3 weeks to 30! July 9, 2009

Oh My Goodness!! Where has the time gone?!? In 3 weeks to the day, I will be celebrating my 30th birthday. I can’t believe my 20’s are almost behind me. I wanted to do so many crazy things to celebrate turning 30 and I wanted to accomplish them all before I turned the big 30.  Apparently I didn’t start soon enough because my time is nearly up. I promise though, I’ll keep up my crazy ideas & experiences (like exotic dance) and blog about them. There is much craziness for me to do!! In fact, if you have a suggestion of something nuts for me to do, send it to me. I may very well try it but I won’t make any promises…….. I know some of you are really crazy with your ideas! I’ve rejected a few to date already. Sky diving!?! Maybe “some of you are really crazy with your ideas” is an understatement.

So, right now I’m trying to figure out how I want to celebrate my birthday. In the 13 years I have been working, I’ve only worked on one of my birthdays. That was last year and only becauseI’d been at my job for one month and I’d taken the week of the 4th off. I only have 4 days of vacation left for the year (after my MO trip) and I don’t know if I want to sacrifice one of them to take the day. We are all planning on going to the Bob Dylan Show that is at the Heritage Park amphitheatre the day of my bday so we’ll be closing the office a little earlier… so is it really worth it????? Probably not, but lately (lately as in since 3+ years ago) I seem to be one to fret and stew over decisions… always the small ones too. The big ones, I can make in a blink of an eye… and yet, somehow I never seem to regret my decision. Weird or maybe I’m on to something…

So, other than the working <or> not working on my birthday debate I still can’t decide-  To Party or not to Party? That is the question. To party? It’d be fun to have all my friends over (especially those that live out of town) but it won’t be fun to clean the house and shuffle kitty cats to the upstairs bedrooms……. so, you can see my dilemma.

On to more decisions….. Do I want to celebrate the weekend prior or the weekend after? Obviously, my bday is very important to me. I like it more than any other holiday. No, not because I’m greedy for gifts. In fact, I have a very difficult time coming up with a wish list for Kevin, much less my parents and my in-laws. I look at bdays as a special day. A day to celebrate yourself. Turning another year (even if this particular year is a tad scary). A day to be selfish and do only what you want (how many days do we have that in a year? Not many). Is that so bad? And it seems that with the past couple of years, even though I’m not as excited about my bday as years prior, I tend to want to extend the celebration. Last year we went to Atlanta for the weekend but that’s an entirely separate blog (one that I’m working on & is currently in my saved drafts). I’ve tossed around the ideas of spending the day at the spa, going to two movies that will be coming out around my bday, having the party (obviously, already talked about that one), and even going on a cruise to the Bahamas. Seriously, I must have waaayyyy too much time on my hands). Oh! and I thought about going to dinner on my bday with all of our GV friends. Of course, the concert has replaced dinner… but the tickets aren’t purchased yet.

So, now that you’ve gotten to experience what it’s like to be inside my head (the constant churning and debating), I will relieve you of this insanity (although, if it was that bad, you wouldn’t be reading this right now). Good bye for now and I’ll be sure to keep you posted on my plans… and of course, any other crazy things I decide to do.

Miss. Kitty, class #2 July 4, 2009

Okay. So, Miss. Kitty has been MIA in blogland & some of you have asked where she’s been so here you go……

I had dance class 2, two weeks ago and it went muucccchhhh better than the first class. My partner in crime, Destiny, was back from Barbados (lucky ducky) and was at class with me. I came prepared, picking up knee pads for both of us. They did make a humongous difference! We survived our warm up, even though she made us do this crazy abdominal workout which I can’t explain and hope I never have to do again. Actually, I’ll refuse to do it if I’m ever told to do it again. Yes, it was that bad! Destiny had no problem though but she’s in much better shape than Miss. Kitty. When it came time to dance we got right behind our instructor, London so that this time so we could hear and actually see the moves. Our class is seriously too full.. yes, that many women are learning to be strippers! Look out Greenville, in 5 weeks a new group of strippers is going to be unleasehed. I hope the city prepares itself!!

We learned our new steps which, thanks to the knee pads, and sheer luck, really weren’t that bad. It was a lot of floor moves and I’m wondering… do they make butt pads?? Yes, even will all the junk in my trunk I could use them. My rear was a little sore for 2 days…. hardwood floor on the tush isn’t comfy. At least it wasn’t like the first class when Advil &a couple of epsom salt bathes were needed. That was rough!

So, after we learned our newest part of the routine, our instructor showed us the full routine. All I can say is HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAH!!!! I’m SO not doing that!! I giggled out loud like a little girl with some of the moves she was doing. I am very thankful the hospital is close to the dance studio because with one of these horrendous moves, it will cause me to get hurt and an emergency 911 call will probably be needed.

Destiny and I left and made plans to ask  her friend Sarah (who has taken all of the classes), to help us practice because we aren’t having classes for two weeks due to the 4th and people taking vacations. Without Sarah’s help, there would be no way Miss. Kitty will remember anything. I’ll blog about that practice later……