Check your judgement at the door because today I am grateful for The Bachelor. Monday nights are now booked up. QT with Sean and his ladies.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Day 4. Tardy.
The first of many late posts I am sure. Let's be honest. I procrastinate. Also last night at the location that this picture was taken, I witnessed by far the best karaoke night I have ever seen. When the bartender emerges from under the bar with a microphone as Michael Bolton as Captain Jack Sparrow in lonely island... and then follows it up by singing vanilla ice without looking at the words once... you know its going to be a good night.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Day 3... crazy kids.
My dance kids make me laugh and drive me crazy. I am proud of them like they are mine and I can't imagine life without them.
"There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good." -Edwin Denby
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
2nd day of the year... pizza and positivity
Saw this today--
"Find the joy. When You feel it, let it wash over you. And take a moment to appreciate it. Be grateful for the people in your life, for waking up feeling good and pain free, and for the stretch of road ahead that's so full of possibilities. When you encounter bumps, keep going and don't look back." -Katie Couric
"Find the joy. When You feel it, let it wash over you. And take a moment to appreciate it. Be grateful for the people in your life, for waking up feeling good and pain free, and for the stretch of road ahead that's so full of possibilities. When you encounter bumps, keep going and don't look back." -Katie Couric
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Hello 2013, Are you there? It's me, Chrissy.
It is safe to say that I have dropped the ball on my blog. Never fear, as I have returned. First I will catch you up. Then I will tell you why I need 2013 to start. Lastly, I will explain my new direction for my blog.
It's been 6 months and 13 days (or 197 days) since my surgery. This means I have just passed the halfway point of my recovery. I've had ups and downs (but no turns! hahaha) since my last post. I graduated from physical therapy, I've had a few follow ups with the doctor, and I have gone back to all my dance classes.The doctor says everything is on track-- no leaps or turns, but for the most part I can work out and dance as I feel comfortable. I'm teaching 2 jazz classes, 2 hip hop classes, and 2 tap classes a week. I've taken it slow, but try to do a little more each week. my scare is still not very attractive, but hopefully it will chillax as time goes by. My hip bursitis that I developed as a result of my surgery has stayed longer than it was welcome-- which was not at all. I got a cortisone shot in September, it helped for about a month and a half, and then the pain came creeping back. If I have dance, the next morning I walk with a limp. If I sit for too long, when I get up, I walk with a limp. 50 cent was hit with a few shells but doesn't walk with a limp. I get hit with a scalpel and now I do walk with a limp. Figures. Ghetto Fab.
Dr. A says the bext 6 months are tough because I will think I am better than I am. I will get frustrated that I can't do things. I will be pissed that progress is slow and at times be unnoticeable. I need to be extra careful because it is still fragile and healing. He says his best advice is... patience. Great... cause everyone knows I am super great at being patient. I will see him again right around the 1 year mark. Hopefully I will be back to normal by then.
Now, as for 2012. It's quite clear that this was not my year. The curses overshadowed the good in my pessimistic brain. More specifically, the last 6 months of 2012 did not work out for me. I have been waiting for 2013 to start- I cannot wait to have a fresh year. I have given up on this year, so 2013 better be good. 2012, you suck. Bad.
I saw an article the other day about a man who took a picture every single day for 18 years. I decided that I was going to try and tackle this, but maybe not for the same reasons he did. I need to change my perspective. I also need to remind myself that for an unlucky person, I am still pretty lucky. Each day I will take a picture of something that makes me happy, or something I appreciate, or something fabulous, or something everyone should see, etc. Surely I can find at least one thing each day to be happy or thankful about, right?
New Year's Resolution-- Be happy. Be fun. Be a better friend to the friends worth being better friends to (I have figured out who those people are). Post a picture daily to remind myself that there are always good things in my life, I just have to look around and notice them. Get my shit together with knee rehab.
So good riddance, 2012. Hello, 2013. (As long as I survive one plane ride)
It's been 6 months and 13 days (or 197 days) since my surgery. This means I have just passed the halfway point of my recovery. I've had ups and downs (but no turns! hahaha) since my last post. I graduated from physical therapy, I've had a few follow ups with the doctor, and I have gone back to all my dance classes.The doctor says everything is on track-- no leaps or turns, but for the most part I can work out and dance as I feel comfortable. I'm teaching 2 jazz classes, 2 hip hop classes, and 2 tap classes a week. I've taken it slow, but try to do a little more each week. my scare is still not very attractive, but hopefully it will chillax as time goes by. My hip bursitis that I developed as a result of my surgery has stayed longer than it was welcome-- which was not at all. I got a cortisone shot in September, it helped for about a month and a half, and then the pain came creeping back. If I have dance, the next morning I walk with a limp. If I sit for too long, when I get up, I walk with a limp. 50 cent was hit with a few shells but doesn't walk with a limp. I get hit with a scalpel and now I do walk with a limp. Figures. Ghetto Fab.
Dr. A says the bext 6 months are tough because I will think I am better than I am. I will get frustrated that I can't do things. I will be pissed that progress is slow and at times be unnoticeable. I need to be extra careful because it is still fragile and healing. He says his best advice is... patience. Great... cause everyone knows I am super great at being patient. I will see him again right around the 1 year mark. Hopefully I will be back to normal by then.
Now, as for 2012. It's quite clear that this was not my year. The curses overshadowed the good in my pessimistic brain. More specifically, the last 6 months of 2012 did not work out for me. I have been waiting for 2013 to start- I cannot wait to have a fresh year. I have given up on this year, so 2013 better be good. 2012, you suck. Bad.
I saw an article the other day about a man who took a picture every single day for 18 years. I decided that I was going to try and tackle this, but maybe not for the same reasons he did. I need to change my perspective. I also need to remind myself that for an unlucky person, I am still pretty lucky. Each day I will take a picture of something that makes me happy, or something I appreciate, or something fabulous, or something everyone should see, etc. Surely I can find at least one thing each day to be happy or thankful about, right?
New Year's Resolution-- Be happy. Be fun. Be a better friend to the friends worth being better friends to (I have figured out who those people are). Post a picture daily to remind myself that there are always good things in my life, I just have to look around and notice them. Get my shit together with knee rehab.
So good riddance, 2012. Hello, 2013. (As long as I survive one plane ride)
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Moody McMooder.
I am pretty pissed off with my recovery the last few weeks, so I am going to keep the complaining to a minimum and just show some pictures. Nothing good will come from most of what I have to say. You're welcome.
This is a positive that I can focus on for now. The left is 1 week post op and the right is 8 weeks post op. Can't really complain about the scar situation. It looks much less Frankenstein these days. My PT Brian told me that scars show strength and character and that I should be proud of it. Sure.
In other news, my cankle ripped my sock. On one side, I am surprised this has never happened, because my cankles have always been there, and the socks are always the same size. On the other side, this is ridiculous. Thanks dad, I really appreciate the cankles you passed on to me.
Yup.
Have a happy weekend everyone.
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