wedding

Welcome back my friend, to the show that never ends…

I'm so glad you could attend. Come inside, come inside. *

I've been so very un-Voxy for the last week. Part of it is that I've been "busy" but most of it is that I've been lazy. Last Friday, Kiddo, Lovey and I headed north to the beautiful city of Port Saint Lucie where we spent 3 alcohol filled days and 2 drunken nights partying like rock stars. (No alcohol for Kiddo, or at least no more than a sip out of my glass.)

Upon our arrival, Friday afternoon, we proceeded to check out our room (King size bed! Thanks Shawne!) that was adjoining with Kiddo's. We opened up our curtains to find that our balcony overlooked the "fitness pool" (only named that because it's by the gym) and that happened to be where everyone was hanging out for the weekend. The beauty of it is no matter how loud it got at the pool, the doors were so superiorly soundproof that we couldn't hear anything. As a matter of fact, I certainly didn't hear my friends yelling for me to come down to the pool and "stop fucking" as it was so eloquently put when Lovey and I were spending a little QT.

We spent a lot of time hanging out in the pool, having beers and catching up. It was certainly good to see so many of my friends that I haven't seen in a few years. All my brothers and sisters from other mothers were there. It really was a family reunion.

Kiddo was completely stoked to hit the flying trapeze. She spent a lot of time over at the circus and they were kind enough to let her participate in the flying trapeze show. (Video to be posted later.) She begged me to come over to do the show as well, but I happen to remember what they force you to wear for that show and I was in no mood for a one piece purple leotard. After the trapeze show, Lovey joined us in the theatre for the second show. Kiddo wanted to sit right in the front which is never a good idea at a Club Med show, but I let her pick the seats anyways.

Of course, there are always audience participation numbers and with one of my best friends Anthony running the number, Lovey probably could have guessed that he'd be getting pulled on stage. I don't know who was under more pressure, me or him. My friends were razzing me about his dancing skills before he even got up there, being the dirty girls that they are. I told them that it didn't matter what happened up on the stage, there was a reason I disappeared on various occassions. 😉

Lovey did a spectacular job and was a super good sport about the whole thing. I have to order the pictures from that one, but those won't get posted out of respect for Lovey's shy side. I'm so proud of him for actually getting up on stage and then proceeding to do a great job. It was all in good fun and I think he kinda expected something of that nature to happen anyways.

Another entire day of debauchery flew by and before we knew it, it was time to once again bid farewell to all of my Club Med buddies. The good news is that plans are already in the works for the next reunion.

We spent most of the day Sunday just unwinding from the rest of the weekend, watching football, and listening to more football on Sirius. I always at least get to hear my boys play even if I don't always see them.

Monday brought an appointment that I'm not quite ready to talk about yet. If I haven't already jinxed it by sharing it with two people, I'm hoping it still comes through. By Monday evening I'll know if the jinx held or was broken and then I'll fill you in on the whole story.

To tell the truth, I don't know what happened to the rest of this week. I woke up today and it was Friday. It's also payday, yippee, and to top it all off, today is Lunch Bunch where the company gives you $20 and teams you up with 4 or 5 people from other departments and you all grab lunch together. It's a neat idea. Let's you meet folks you might not have otherwise met. The company isn't that huge or anything, it's just that people tend to stick to their departments.

I guess that's it for the recap. I'm still working towards getting my business off the ground and I've been wanting to write a book for a while now and this morning, the perfect title and format hit me so maybe I can get an outline down on paper sometime soon. Thanks for visiting my ramble. Have a wonderful Friday and a kick-ass weekend!

* Please forgive if I rearranged the words of the song to make them fit what I wanted to say.

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My names

Yes, I "borrowed" this from grrrace. I find it amusing.

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car)
Ginger Nova (that's right, I had a Chevy Nova. My brother used to say "You've gotta dig deep, a 77 Nova don't run cheap.")

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Pecan Praline Snickerdoodle. How gangsta is that??!?!

3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)
S Bur. Well that's just dumb.

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Royal Blue Sheltie. Hmmm, it's got potential.

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Dinae Mt. Pleasant. That acutally works.

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)
Bursh. It sounds like gas.

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
The Purple Mind Eraser. No, really officer, I'm not hopped up on drugs.

8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
Jesse Clifford. Damn that's awful redneck for both of them to be black.

9. STRIPPER NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)
Ass Mounds. No, I'm kidding. Vanilla Mounds. BWAHHAHAHAHAHA!

10. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names )
Grace John. That's a good one, no?

11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
This is why I answered this one. I'm Zeli Zelionople. Couldn't be much more awesome than that.

12. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)
Fall Tiger Lily. Is that a name or a command?

13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + "ie" or "y")
Strawberry Shoey. Meh.

14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
Bagel Dogwood. Nuff said.

15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”)
The Flying Trapeze Snow Tour. Oh yes. I'm hitting the road soon.

Thanks Grrrace!

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Respect my fresh

A line taken from my brother but I really like it.

It's late in the day, but I was caught up in work all day, or until one when I left. It's mini-vacation time folks. We're headed off tomorrow morning for the weekend. I'm going to try to remember to take pictures and if anything might be of interest, I may post next week.

Today my horoscope said something rather interesting.

Do not turn down any opportunities today, Shawneen, even if they seem like dead-end roads at first. This one could be your lucky break. Realize that success doesn't always have a big neon sign pointing you in the right direction. Prosperity simply comes because we act freely and instinctively. This is one of those days in which an unmarked door can lead you to the yellow brick road of happiness and well-being.

(Damn you Vox, I consider myself fairly intelligent, but I can't get my font back to what it was before the blockquote.)

So, this is cool because yesterday, I was given an opportunity for which I needed to follow up today and after reading that little tidbit, I followed through with full force. Maybe after I have more details, I'll post about that too.

Last night was my first class of the second session of pole fitness. I'm still up in the air as to if I will enjoy this session. I already know it won't be as good as the first session since the teacher insists on calling me by the wrong name. (She puts an A at the end. Even after I pronounced it correctly. Even after I spelled it. Even after she looked at it on paperwork I filled out.) But it's a step towards being the Level 6 hoochie that I aspire to be. 🙂

In the studio where class is held, the walls are painted red and it looks like they were lightly sponged with black over it. I guess the idea is to create a sexy atmosphere. It does a decent job when the lights are dimmed or pointed in the right direction. There's a floor-to-ceiling mirror all along the front wall also so that we can see what we're doing (or how badly we're doing it).

If you didn't already know, I live in Miami. Home to Latinos and Blacks with a sprinkling of plain ole white folks as well as a few others. So when you think about the women here, it's a lot of tits and ass. Think Shakira, J-Lo, Beyonce (or Bouncy as my Pop called her). Lotsa curves everywhere.

It was towards the end of class when we were all just kinda standing around not doing much when I looked up at the mirror. Everyone could be seen, although only silhouetted. This has never happened before and it will probably never happen again. I thought to myself: Gee, maybe I need to gain some weight. That's right, I said gain some weight. In the land of salsa and merengue, I guess hips, ass and well, some belly work well. I literally thought that I looked unhealthily skinny compared to these other women. One woman has the kind of ass that each cheek waves to you for every step she takes. Hi!! Hello! Hi there! Hey, lookit me!

Now, the reality is that I'm a hair under 5'2" and I'm rocking a good 125, sometimes 130 pounds. I'm pretty muscular due to 4 years of flying trapeze.

I used to hand out tickets to the gun show. After I stopped flying, I got soft, squishy even and went up to about 140. When my mom asked my brother if I was pregnant, I knew that's when it was time to start working out again.

Presently, I'm what I like to call fit. I'm happy with where I am for the most part (nothing a little boob job can't fix) and I just can't believe that I thought that last night. I blame it all on my surroundings.

You know, just like cocaine's a helluva drug, Miami's a helluva place to live. It can bring you to the heights of your night, excite you, give you the shakes. It could do absolutely nothing for you and leave you wondering what all the hype's about. It can drain your wallet before you know what hits you. And for some, it can be addictive.

But not for me. I've seen what ~~cocaine~~ Miami has to offer and I tried it. I thought it was cool for a while but now I'm just over it. I'm ready to go cold turkey. I'm ready.

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Don't call it a comeback

Though they gave it all they had, Drnk's Drnks, much like Britney, couldn't pull it together for the win. Drnk's week started badly with a dismal performance from Drew Brees who may see some bench time this week. It certainly didn't help that Roboco's team, loaded with Chad Johnson and Plaxico Burress, had a HUGE week. A die-hard Steelers fan till the end, Drnk found it tremendously difficult to watch the Monday night game, plagued with injuries, and cheer on the, gulp, Cincinnati Bengals.

This week, Drnk plays Fins Win. I love that I play the two people that I know "in person" in the first two weeks. It could be a weekend full of turmoil for the Drnk/Fin combination as we head off on a weekend vacation with only one laptop.

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6 years ago

It is 8:30 am. Six years ago, in about 15 minutes, lives changed, lives ended, the world became a different place.

Ixtapa, Mexico

It's the end of my second "season" with Club Med and it's been a trying time. While still adjusting to the CM lifestyle, I had a nasty breakup with my boyfriend of about a year who happened to also be my roommate. Can you say uncomforatble? The village is all closed up for the fall break, all the guests have gone home. The only people here are we GOs. We've been hanging out for the last week, cleaning and just letting loose after an interesting season. Last night, we watched Armageddon.

Today, I'm going home to Pennsylvania to hang out with my brother for a few weeks before I go to my next village, Punta Cana, to teach rollerblading. I put my luggage out for the guys to pick up and I start to head up to the reception area to catch my taxi to the airport. As I went through the theatre area and to the bar, I looked up at the television to see a building on fire. I stopped for a moment, wondering what movie was on this early in the morning. It took a long time for the reality of what was happening to hit me. I dropped my bag and just stood there in front of the television. Paralyzed. Wondering how in the world could this happen. Wondering, more importantly, are my friends in New York okay.

The moments passed and more people began to gather around the television sets. We saw the second plane hit. It felt like someone was dropping bombs inside my head. We watched as the reports came in that yet another plane had gone down, this one in Pennsylvania. I scrambled for more details on that plane. It went down about an hour's drive from our house.

Somehow, the trance of the events was broken and I realized that I needed to call my mother. All she knew was that I was flying to PA today. She didn't know when I was flying or even where I was at the moment. I had to dig through all of my stuff to find my calling card, only to run out to the phone to find that all circuits were busy. I tried and tried and tried, but I couldn't get through. I knew that I had to talk to my mom, and soon, to let her know that I was okay. Not mentally, but physically, I was okay.

I went back to the gathering of GOs still watching television to find out that the borders had been closed. No air traffic. Nothing. There we were, some Mexicans, some Canadians, and a lot of Americans, shut out of the US with little to no communication with our family and friends. A slight panic spread through the village as the word got around of what had happened and the repercussions of it all. I went back out to the phone and somehow, luckily, I was able to get through to my mom. She was relieved to know that I was okay to say the least.

There we were, about 100 employees, stranded in a village with very little, if any food remaining as most people were to leave today, with just each other for comfort. Praying for those who had lost their lives and for their families and friends. It was another week before we were allowed to fly. It was another year before I found out that an acquaintance, Perry, had lost his life in the attacks. It's been another six years and I still remember it like it happened yesterday.

Today, I give thanks to the men and women who serve and protect our country. I pray for the families and friends of the victims. I hope against hope for a time when there might be some semblence of "normalcy" in the world again. Mainly, I just remember.

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wedding

Welcome back my friend, to the show that never ends…

My names

Respect my fresh

Don't call it a comeback

6 years ago

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