Rock My Body

Dudes. I joined a gym, 'member? So I went to my first class this morning, which is a combo of tai chi, power yoga, and pilates. I thought a class with the name "Flow" in the title might really be kind of nice and soothing. Nooooot really. It felt great, though, and I really liked the class, as did Sister Soup. Plus it was set to music, and I loved that. I'm feeling more confident about hitting up classes now, too.

But um, I kind of want to die. I had to bow out of a couple of moves early, because my thighs were a-burnin'. Bad. I am pretty sure stairs are going to feel hellacious tomorrow. I'm a little scared. And I felt super tired the rest of the day (the class ran from 10-11). I guess I'm just not at the point where I feel energized by exercising. Let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?

Besides that, I went to see This Is It (FINALLY) with my mom this afternoon.

It. Was. AWESOME.

It only made me love MJ more. Seriously. There are some darling moments. And let me tell you, he was too skinny, but any reports that he was frail or sickly--nuh uh. That man was moving and grooving and clearly loving plotting his return to the limelight.

You have to wonder, if he hadn't died. Would it have been spectacular enough to win over all the haters? Would it have re-cemented him as a star, or would it have seemed desperate to most? My money is that it would have been a total hit. He was really planning something amazing, and it's all this imploded potential. All this footage, when Michael is singing like an angel and doing his particular brand of hover-dancing...it's tragic to think it never became something.

They pulled some of the best dancers and singers from around the world for this show, and as they backed him up onstage during rehearsal, I couldn't help but think they couldn't even touch his talent.

Sooo, that's pretty much all the news fit to print today.

when will we fall down?

yes, i have already fallen behind on the blogging. truth be told, i've been super occupied. and yes, sometimes that's with a mind-blowingly long session of america's next top model. which doesn't make for much interesting talk on the blog.
i realized i hadn't blogged about one wedding development: the tasting! we're hiring a woman-owned, independent caterer in minneapolis called chowgirls. they are extremely nice people and we had some way tasty food. now we have to just narrow down the menu.
here's what we tasted:
tandoori chicken with yogurt sauce (we're switching to lamb if we have it, sorry PETA and people who can't stand the thought)
chicken satay with peanut sauce
tuna tartare on crackers
mango curry chicken salad on endive
fig tapenade and goat cheese on crackers
grilled veggies (bok choy, roasted red pepper, snow peapods, zucchini, etc.) with citrus vinaigrette
then maybe egg rolls or spring rolls, a cheese plate, more raw veggies, etc. that we'd put together. we're still working on it. then, instead of cake, we're having cupcakes i think. there's a place here, aptly named cupcake, that has specialty, kick-butt ones.
in any case, we've reserved them for our reception, so now it's just a matter of working out the details.

stupid fall allergies have kicked in. my sister, who's a nurse, informed me it's ragweed. so apparently, i'm allergic to that now, too. i just keep adding to the list as i get older. lame. my ears itch and my eyes burn, and you wanna talk about sneezing? ugh.

i am such a sucker for fall fashion and beauty magazines. i do so love fall clothing.

i am so disappointed in the vma's this year. britney opened, and i was really hoping for her that she wouldn't looked drugged out and boring. she looked like she was in slo-mo. she was definitely NOT singing. she looked sad, tired, and completely out of her element. i never thought britney had much talent in the singing department, but i did think she was a great dancer. i feel bad for her in a lot of ways. major case of arrested development, no one seemingly helping her, a possibel case of mental illness. . . anyway, the performances were weird mostly, except for maybe alicia keys, the rest were cut off, and shown from hotel rooms. at least rihanna actually sang. anyway. it's nothing like the days when you could count on axl and slash getting sloppy and picking fights and swearing onstage. and it was always a huge leadup what madonna would do this time.

i was so tired on friday i went to bed by 10 pm.

i'm still waiting for another artist to come along that makes me superly, classically happy, like someone that will be my new favorite. for now, i have avril lavigne's girlfriend to keep me happy. i hear though, from my friend fatty, that the new rilo kiley's gonna rock my world.

ok. nighty night. this is going to be a crazy week again.

loves!

a nip here, a tuck there

I just caught this on the JQ Lounge--fascinating. You have to check it out. See how celebs are airbrushed...Lindsay Lo, JT, Cameron Diaz, Eva Longoria, and more. really. it will make you feel better about yourself. not because i revel in imperfections of celebs--because people have gone crazy with photoshop. it's all fake. yes, those people are naturally beautiful, but the photo people are making them into fembots. and then we think that's the norm.
i think the most striking one was brittany murphy. click on the photo, then roll your mouse around and it shows the before and after. creeeeepy.
we are humans, people!