Arguing with Idiots

I know I shouldn't argue with idiots. They simply aren't worth the effort. My time can be better spent some place else. While I work with and love belly dance, sometimes it's hard to translate for someone who doesn't get it. Someone who can't get past the bare belly. Someone who has to say, "Oh I took pole dancing once." You know this someone.

Unfortunately, this weekend those idiots will be family members.

That sounds harsh. I LOVE my family members, but sometimes it's hard to make a logical argument to blood. No matter what you say, they are still picturing you as that kid who threw sand and loved to sing random Disney songs in Wal-Mart. Not that any of that is from personal experience...

Anyways, I could really use some pointers. How do you argue with someone who really doesn't "get" belly dance, especially someone who shares your last name?

Don't Honk at Me!

One of my coworkers and I have been motivating each other to be more proactive. Ever since I've started my new job, I've been lax on my workout schedule. It's really easy to fall behind in working out, mostly because after awhile we only remember the work and not the good feeling afterward.

I was getting tired with my running routine, and that's why I was excited to take up belly dancing. It will be a lot more low-impact, and I'm hoping to lessen the shin pains and blisters (I really need to take better care of my feet).

Alas, some good things you have to wait for. And while I spent much of my childhood praying for patience, I just didn't enjoy waiting around to get some. Patience, that is.

Speaking of patience, you know what I really don't have any tolerance for?

Traumatic Childhood Encounters with Dance and Drama Leave One New Beaumont Resident with a Fear of Dance

One of the reasons I moved from Austin, Texas, to Beaumont, Texas, was to try new things. And by new things, I don't mean inventing new answers to the question "why in the expletive would you ever move to Beaumont?" Although, to be honest, I'm going to start inventing really creative ones (witness protection, persecution due to having graduated from Texas Tech, an addiction to giving money to homeless people, etc.).

So when the opportunity to try belly dancing fell in my lap, I said, "Ok!" But really???