I Am a Magnet

Magnet (noun), from Middle English magnete: something that attracts interest.

auto broker/sales (x2)
banker
bartender
carpenter (x2)
computer tech (x2)
consultant
doctor-internal medicine
engineer
flooring specialist
financial planner (x2)
handyman
landscaper
mechanic
med student
personal trainer
petroleum engineer
photographer
physicist
pilot
police officer
recruiter
teacher
tv/film editor
????????

It's a Dance

Ballet, tap, salsa, belly, square, hip hop . . . every type of dance has its own different moves. From the head to the hands to the hips to the feet, each part of the body moves in a particular manner at a particular time in order for everything to come together. Beautiful dance occurs when everything moves at the right time and as that happens, everything else seems to fall into place.

So . . . that brings me to my current dance. It hit me yesterday that I have a pattern in life (don't ask me where I took lessons) where I begin a dance, start to get the moves down, head in the right direction and then BAM! I trip somewhere on the dance floor and end up making a clumsy move that sets me back in the music by at least a few steps. I can recover (always have, always will), yet it may take a moment or two to catch the beat and rhythm of the music again. My stumble doesn't tell me I'm a terrible dancer or that I should leave the floor altogether; rather, it just reminds me that I'm not yet where I want to be and still have some learning to do. And even though as of now I'm still dancing solo, I know it won't remain that way forever. One day I will be guided to the floor by someone who wants to dance with me--stumbles, slips, toe-stepping and all--and we will become permanent partners, gracefully (and not-so-gracefully) moving to the music together. I look forward to that day. Until then, I'll be the creative dancer I am and will just boogie to the music in my own special way.

So whether it be tap, jazz, or ball room . . . I'll learn where to put my feet when. There is one dance I'm not so sure I'll ever master, though. It's called LIFE, and it's the most intricate dance of them all.

Tagged!

TAGGED!!

I've been tagged! The first player of this game starts with the topic "Six weird things/habits about yourself" and the people who get tagged must write a blog about the same subject and then tag six others . . . and on and on . . . In the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names at the bottom of your blog. Don't forget to comment them on their page with this: "You are tagged . . . go read my blog."
Ready, set, . . . go!

1. Ok, so it may not be "weird," however I am slightly obsessed (perhaps a bit of an understatment?) with ice cream, stars, and pajamas. Any combination of those and I'm really in trouble!

2. I wear open-toed sandals (dress or casual) year-round, even in the snow. I know, I know . . . I live in Colorado . . . I figure that means why not wear such shoes as even when it's cold and cloudy the sun and heat will come back soon! Plus, my toes are just so darn cute! :)

3. I think I have a case of OCD when it comes to setting my alarm clock. I have to switch the alarm on and off at least three times before feeling comfortable it's set correctly . . . and if I lie in bed without making sure I've done my on-off ritual, I am not able to fall asleep until I get up and do it again, so that I know that I know I set it properly . . .

4. Eating rice gives me hiccups. Never fails.

5. When I put any form of lip moisturizer on, I have to go over my lips several times before feeling I've gotten enough coverage--even if my lips are already smooth and slick.

6. I have a thing with the back of my neck . . . it's very sensitive. Any sort of touch there drives me absolutely wild (in a very good way). It's so intense, watching someone else get touched there can drive me just as crazy. Shhhh . . . this one's a secret; please don't tell. :)

Ok the next people to be tagged are: Tiffany, Debbie, Nick, Paula, Jaime, and Sean