I think I'd like to take some dance classes. Really learn the foxtrot, tango, that kind of stuff. Just for fun.
Oh yeah-- I'd definitely like to find a Latin ballroom class.
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Barb - Dec 03, 2008 8:54:31 am PST #3178 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”
Connie Neil - Dec 03, 2008 8:58:02 am PST #3179 of 10000
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There needs to be a class called Karate for Feisty Fat People or something. Judo for the Ginormous. Something that lets us pudgy pugnacious people beat on things.
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Amy - Dec 03, 2008 8:58:48 am PST #3180 of 10000
Because books.
One class? Probably, weirdly, anatomy. Or a film class.
SuziQ - Dec 03, 2008 9:06:29 am PST #3181 of 10000
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There needs to be a class called Karate for Feisty Fat People or something. Judo for the Ginormous. Something that lets us pudgy pugnacious people beat on things.
I do this 3 times a week. Added bonus is when I get to spar my boy. Legal beatings - YAY!
meara - Dec 03, 2008 9:08:05 am PST #3182 of 10000
Argh. Went to work in Portland yesterday. Had to get up v. early. Was tired. Got home at 4:30PM ish, after getting on earlier flight, which was nice. But had migraine, and was tired. Fell into bed. Slept 4 hours. Got up, called girl. Stayed awake an hour. Went back to sleep. Felt like crap. Tossed and turned. Thought about getting up. Phone rang at 9AM with Stupid Work Drama. Have been running around ever since. Head still hurts. Am now on teleconference about my options for next year's lame-ass health care plans for work. Someone shoot me?
JZ - Dec 03, 2008 9:18:10 am PST #3183 of 10000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
In no particular order: Tango, cooking, drawing, sculpting in clay. I miss my middle school art class: those big giant plastic bags full of blocks of gray clay that you'd cut big chunks off off with a nice thick wire. The clean heavy feel of that fat slice of clay lifting off into your hands, what a big slice of nothing it was, how it could be absolutely anything by the end of the hour. Mmmmmmm.
Barb - Dec 03, 2008 9:34:39 am PST #3184 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”
Gave in and ate. Stew was nom nom nom. I made a pot of stuffing/dressing with monster amounts of garlic and beef broth and served the stew over-- sort of like a modified couscous.
Everything was falling apart-- couldn't tell the mushrooms from the meat.
beekaytee - Dec 03, 2008 9:49:20 am PST #3185 of 10000
Compassionately intolerant
Karate for Feisty Fat People or something. Judo for the Ginormous. Something that lets us pudgy pugnacious people beat on things.
Sign me up!
Or Hustle, Swing or Salsa...all of which I've taken but would like to do more of. I feel like I should bring my own partner but just. don't. have. one.
WindSparrow - Dec 03, 2008 9:50:46 am PST #3186 of 10000
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Barb, I'm really glad you didn't eat your own arm. It would have filled you up, and there's no way it would taste as good as the stew.
One class, right now? First class, would be a quilting for reals and not making shit up on my own class - which I would have taken last winter but I need a walking foot for my sewing machine, and the one they had at that little quilting shop wasn't quite right. (And it is an enormous PITA to haul my sewing machine up to the Cities to a proper Brother dealership to get a proper Brother walking foot.)
Other classes I'd sign up for from our community education extension except they seem to schedule interesting classes only when I'm at work include ballroom dance and conversational Spanish. Thbbbbpt.
Beverly - Dec 03, 2008 9:53:04 am PST #3187 of 10000
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Stew
Taunter.
I want a life-drawing class, with a really good instructor. I want to understand density, texture, light, perspective in a way that gets it from eye to brain to hand to paper. I want that with a ferocity it's difficult to express. Or clay. I think clay would be easier to execute, but I really would like to take a serious run at drawing. Just to be able to do it.