What I do on the weekends...

 

 

 

 

 

(I just have to point out that my boob is as big as Morena Fogo, made me laugh when I saw this photo)

No, I'm not one of the hot dancers...I'm just the singer of a kick-ass group! 

Old sag

While the beautiful, healthy, young dancers get ready for the Samba Queen competition 

the singer spends her time looking for boob-holding tape so to avoid a wardrobe malfunction

I'm getting old

Listening to Cuando Te Beso by Niña Pastori.  I love me a strong female Gypsy voice.

Walk Feb. 3, 2012

This is a trail right outside our home. We're lucky.

Just Educating

Meeting the other woman in my husband's life was great.  I love my mum in-law, she's the sweetest.  She is the reserved Scottish-type, not the skanky type I always see on the BBC America (why?!).  But I got her to open up in the end, not in front of her son, but in private while buying a coffee...

The mum-in law "those look like boobs".

I kept looking at the brownies, bagels, croissants, then the chocolate chip cookies, hmmm.  "What?"

"Those look like boobs!" as she pointed at the vanilla cupcakes with white frosting and strawberry on top.

"Oh! I'm brown, mine don't look like that at all!".

Poor lady blushed and giggled, I think she was disturbed a little bit. 

But no, not everyone is pink, some of us are caramel with a chocolate center.  Some of us are not pointy like a strawberry, maybe we're more round and saggy.  Now I know why I get so many search hits for Chilean Boobs on my blog, white people are curious!  Sorry, no pictures of Chilean boobs on this blog.  This will have to do:

Chilean Woman Needs a Break

Been working too hard in every level possible.  My Capoeira, my singing, work, has taken over my life and I need a break and I am getting it this Thursday.  My mother in-law, whom I've never met is visiting from Scotland and I am taking a week and half off work to be with her and the flaco.  She's coming at the right time, the Sundance Film Festival is right around the corner and we plan on spending lots of time there.  Tickets are already purchased and my fried brain is already on vacation mode.

Here are the films we're going to:

China Heavyweight:  A documentary on rural teenagers in southwestern China who are recruited as their country's next Olympic hopefuls, with a focus on the coach Qi Moxiang.

For Ellen:  A struggling musician takes an overnight long-distance drive in order to fight his estranged wife for custody of their young daughter.

Valley Of Saints:  Gulzar, a young, working-class boatman, plans to skip town with his best friend in search of a better life, but a weeklong military curfew derails their departure. Forced to wait it out, Gulzar takes a job assisting a pretty scientist named Asifa. As they navigate the floating landscape, collecting water samples for an environmental study, an unlikely relationship blossoms between the two. When Asifa’s research reveals harmful pollutants, Gulzar realizes that the ecology of the lake and an entire way of life face an alarming threat, and everything in his own life begins to take on a new hue.

California Solo:   A former Britpop rocker who now works on a farm gets caught driving drunk and faces deportation after living in Los Angeles for many years. His efforts to stay in the U.S. force him to confront the past and current demons in his life.



So yes, we have an amazing week planned next week for my mother in-law, from street tacos to Peruvian food,  and we couldn't be happier.  Makes me grateful I hopped online one day and met my husband the way I did, life is funny. 

Listening to:  "Viva Bimba" -Grupo Nossas Raizes.  Practicing the song I need to test on tomorrow for my second Capoeira cord.  Yep, too damn busy!!!!

Problem

Cocktail dresses are not my thing.  They're too shiny for my liking.  When I was told that our New Years Eve's gig was to be performed in cocktail dress and tuxedo attire I kind of flipped out.  I spent all day looking for the right outfit.  Anthropologie saved the day, I love that store, I love it more at 75% off.  Found me a beautiful long red chiffon skirt and green silk top, totally my style but perhaps not your average cocktail attire.  May not be the typical cocktail outfit, but I feel pretty wearing it, that's all that matters to me.

The problem is, my voice is gone.  I've been ill for about 2 weeks now and my voice is comparable to a baby seal's.  I don't know what to do.  I've been trying everything from a vow of silence, steam facials and breathing that crap in, tea with honey, cough suppressants, cough drops, to the most disguting thing I have ever had...Broncolin.

We went to a street taco stand last night and the cook recommended this syrup.  I always trust Mexicans and their natural medicine ways.  I can say this little guy works, but I should have started taking it maybe 4 days ago instead of just last night.  But let me tell you, it's the most disgusting thing I've ever had.  Poor husband watched me take it and I think he almost threw up just watching me want to throw up.

Freaking out!  I have 7 songs to perform in front of at least a hundred people tomorrow, I don't know what else to do. 

Listening to: The sound of a pot of boiling water for another steam breathing moment.

Ensign Peak Trail -Salt Lake City, Utah

Sundays are for walks...

One tired dog....


Listening to: Euphoria, Take My Hand by Glasvegas.