You're Doing It Wrong

I keep thinking of things I want to post here and then never do it.

My belly dancing class on Valentine’s Day was pretty fun. We did a partner thing and of course the class has an odd number of people and guess who is the odd man out? Do we ever outgrow the humiliation of our youth?

So I ended up being partners with the teacher which would be fine except for the part where I have to be at the front of the class and where I worry that the teacher will go home and brain herself after watching my poor moves and wondering if she’s cut out for teaching.

Today I am making bbq pizza and I think I will get a medal when I’m done.

I’m starting to think the potato bread bread wasn’t as big a mistake as I first thought. I opened the oven to peek about 20 minutes after I put them in and they looked like they rose so fast they burst. They came out okay — not super pretty, but decent and they taste great. Maybe my expectations were too high.

I’ve been irritable today. I think I’ll go to bed early and read my book: Cruddy by Lynda Barry.

Today I’m making potato bread. I just finished the kneading – what a workout. My arms are all trembly. There’s a certain amount of courage involved in bread baking. I get psyched out every time that it won’t rise or that I’ll do something else wrong. I haven’t baked enough to have any sort of instinct in the process. I just knead as long as the cookbook says and do the rising as long as the cookbook says and then the baking part gets me too. I can’t tell if it’s done. If the top looks pretty that’s usually my cue to pull it. I can’t tell whether I’ve blown it until I slice into it.

I bought a baking stone on Friday so I’m throwing these loaves onto that freeform. We’ll see what I end up with.

I went to the dentist on Weds. I have had progressively worse problems with being excruciatingly bothered by cold on my teeth. Like brushing my teeth with cold tap water sends me into a spin. We finally realized, after all these few years, that my switch to all natural toothpastes without fluoride might be the problem. I have this fluoride rinse to try. Hope that’s it.

I’m getting ready to go to Belly Dancing class #4. I had a lot of fun the first two classes but last week just got too out of hand and I don’t have a real aptitude for dance steps. Who knew that belly dancing wasn’t just undulating about to exotic music? There are actual steps and coordinating arm movements and last week was too much and I just felt like crying.

I feel like I can’t find anything in this house. I was looking for this silver polish I bought and looked in the 4 most likely places and it’s not there. I also was looking for an old box of pictures and had no luck although I did find some other old pictures that I wouldn’t mind burning if they didn’t preserve some key life history. Are we doomed to always regret how we looked 10 years + earlier?

Now that I have this thing set up I can’t think of one interesting thing to say. The drive home from work was at speed. Took me about 15 minutes. Too bad it can’t be like that more often.

omigod. Obviously there is something I am not getting about this blog process because I just spent like, 4 hours, twiddling with my pages and adding pictures and indexes and stuff and NOW THEY’RE ALL GONE. (shrill voice).

I guess there is no point in crying and I’m not in the mood to read all the support files at the moment so I guess I am going to live with it until further notice.

I’ve just spent half the day frickin with the blog pages and trying to make them look just a teeny bit different from the templates and since I’m so endlessly “challenged” when it comes to web stuff, I’m slow.

We saw TRAFFIC yesterday and wow, intense. Run out and see it now. Benicio Del Toro, my new man. Bob kept saying, “I don’t see the attraction” and y’know what? I don’t get it either but I want him to show up at my door on a motorcycle and we’ll go for a ride.

It’s taken me forever to figure out how to make the blog work. I had my userID wrong on my FTP thing which probably sounds a lot stupider than it was but I’m not going to explain it here.

Now I will kill half the day listening to cds and fixing up my pages so they link up to this.