First off, I have sensitive teeth. I don't know when it started, but I keep forgetting and buying regular toothpaste and then my teeth hurt and I freak out, like "is there something wrong with me?" and then I remember and I get the stuff for sensitive teeth, and it gets better. Right now, I have owie mouth, but at least I got some toothpaste and it will feel better in a couple of days.
I haven't taken the viola in to get fixed yet because I don't have time and I don't know how much money it will cost, and I really just want to play it (which, of course, is why I'm on the 'puter instead of playing viola).
I've been doing yoga pretty much daily for the past week, on top of taking classes twice a week for the past month or 6 weeks or something. I feel stronger. I found a couple of yoga apps on my fancy pants smart phone. It's nice to do yoga to whatever music I like (which is the appeal of the yoga class that I take).
You may remember when I posted a video of this cutie patootie belly dancer (also very talented):
Well, he's starting to teach classes at a dance studio in my neighborhood (I do loves me some Oakland), so I'm going to take classes from him. I don't care that I am fat and creaky and wrinkly and battle-scarred. This is about *me* having something nice to look at while I attempt to remedy some of the aforementioned less than ideal physical attributes.
For the first time in my life, I can't wait to be old, when I can ogle cute dance teachers and other people will find me adorable or spry--or some shit like that--for being a lecherous old lady.