what 30 looks like

I have nothing deep to say about these pictures. I just think I came out looking kinda nice.



Side point:
My mom wants me to photo shop out the moles. She's really offended by those blemishes apparently.

This morning we went shopping with her and she reached over to wipe something off of my face...thing is, that something was a mole. I have several small ones that have popped up over the years and my mother was just mortified.

"Why do you have all these dot-dot-dots?" (while poking my nose and cheeks with her nails)

Heh. Sammi has witnessed first hand how my mom pokes and prods me. The time she came down with me to Sugar Land, mom grabbed fist fulls of Cindy-chub and contemplated the size of my upper arms. "You're so chunky!" she said.

Sammi was utterly appalled. "I can't believe I'm seeing this," she said.

I sorta shrugged it off since it is sort of endearing the way my mom fusses over me. At least, that's how I feel now. However, during adolescence, her ongoing commentaries on how I looked grated on my nerves, as you can imagine. I inhereted my cylindrical body type from my dad's side of the family and I think she had a hard time understanding why I didn't have the tiny 22 inch waist, itty-bitty thighs, perky ass and tits like what she and her sisters possessed. To put things into perspective, she's my height by weighed 88lbs before she was pregnant...and ate like a horse. That too, I inhereted.

As for the pic, mom's comment was "You look pretty...but definitely not young."

It's funny, I think of "not young" as a compliment!

left feet

So um, I hurt my foot.
Actually, it's been hurting for a long time, in fact, well before my party which was last month. I suspect I injured it at home while practicing turns without wearing shoes. The problem is that I was so stressed out with party planning, work and mom related stuff that I just kept ignoring it. Since the season was over, I didn't dance much at all until summer classes started back up last week. Oy, that was painful.

I'm really bummed.

This is kinda bad timing too. My doctor changed offices and I have to do a lot of walking back and forth across campus due to having 2 locations now. Mom's also moving up here so I'll be helping her pack and haul things up to the house. Mostly, I'm just depressed about not being able to dance.

And thanks to the lovely stomach flu, my weight is down into the double digits. My ballet teacher exclaimed how trim I looked yesterday during class. Heh.

I can't be vain though. That's all water weight. Don't worry, I'm noshing on chicken curry right now with Thai tea to drink and had a huge brownie for my breakfast. :)

The weirdest thing about my foot injury is that is doesn't hurt when I'm on full pointe and I think that has to do with the hard shoe holding all the tendons together. When I'm in soft shoes standing on demi pointe and my toes spread apart, that's when it hurts. It really hurts when I turn on my left foot which is why i think a tore a ligament or something. There's a lot of tenderness in the ball of my left foot in general. The outer section of my big toe also hurts of you poke it ("Then don't poke it!" says the darlin hubby). I suspect the podiatrist is going tell me to stay off of it and do an ice massage.

Just bought a dress for Tracy's wedding on Friday. It's a cute halter style with large navy print.

As a side note, I've got weird issues with my upper arms, but as you can tell, I'm slowly getting over it. You sort of have to get over your body image issues when you spend time dancing with a bunch of super skinny buff teeny boppers in nothing but a leotard and tights in front of a large mirror. A nice benefit of ballet though is that you learn how to showcase your body in such a way to make it appear long and lean. Even the slightest angle change makes all the difference in the world. You learn the art of "line presentation" and after a while when have worked you ass off, you eventually become long and lean not just in the classroom but through all of your waking life. This is why you can recognize dancers walking down the street. It isn't necessarily their size. It's the way they carry themselves. I remember this one time when I saw one of my ballet teachers David Justin zipping by on a motorcycle. Sure, he looked hot an all (I will admit to that) but what caught my eye was his ramrod straight back. I just *knew* it had to be a dancer on that Harley as weird as it seemed and when I realized it was him, it made perfect sense.

If you wanna know why I have issues with me arms, it's because they're kinda big for my size. In fact the circumference is larger than my husband's by 2 inches. I have no idea why God gave me big soft upper arms, but he did and that's okay. Where am I going with this? Oh that's right, the wedding. I know Tracy isn't like this at all, but I did have a bride ask her guests to "please hide any arm flab and back fat with an appropriately colored shawl" ages ago. Yes, the word bridezilla is quite useful and after buying my dress I was immediately reminded of that request.

Anyway, the dress matches these adorable wedges with ribbon straps I got a few weeks ago, but with my foot injury I think I'm going to have to go the quirky route and wear a pair of boots especially since I plan on taking pics for her. It's funny, people seem to associate me with my boots, especially at work, so I guess it's somewhat expected (hrrmmm I sense a new blog topic coming).

So, I've got the dress taken care of. Gift and food I've got covered... but no date! T has to work Friday morning. It feels weird going to a wedding alone, actually but at least I'll have the camera with me so I'll have something to do aside from trying not to look lonesome. Furthermore, my friend/co-worker Darcy is going to give me a ride up there and she's doesn't have a date either, so I can just cling to her for dear life...kidding!

Jay says he promises to stand next to me at least twice (gee, thanks). I have a feeling he's going to be doing a lot "standing" considering he'll be the only single guys there.