<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907</id><updated>2011-10-06T07:29:58.178-07:00</updated><category term='Orcas Island'/><category term='Sea Glass'/><category term='Job Haterisms'/><category term='Jewelry'/><category term='Orcas Island Sea Glass'/><category term='Beach Glass'/><title type='text'>Sophisticated Hobo</title><subtitle type='html'>"Ceteris paribus, cacoethes scribendi habeo." - All things being equal, I have an insatiable urge to write.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-4450659047017817438</id><published>2009-10-26T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:09:18.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orcas Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orcas Island Sea Glass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach Glass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sea Glass'/><title type='text'>My First Jewelry Line to Make It On The Internet...</title><summary type='text'>I DID IT!!!After weeks of designing my own website, taking photos of each piece (which takes forever when you're trying to get perfect shots, by the way), and tweaking &amp; retweaking things, I FINALLY have a website up!!!http://www.orcasislandseaglass.comCheck it out, tell your friends :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4450659047017817438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=4450659047017817438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/4450659047017817438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/4450659047017817438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-jewelry-line-to-make-it-on.html' title='My First Jewelry Line to Make It On The Internet...'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-294371161081737342</id><published>2009-03-17T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:49:24.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What $5 Will Get You in NYC</title><summary type='text'>$5 lets you spectate a transsexual urinating on a crowd of obnoxious girls and then gets you the ability to pick up a piece of Tranny Loincloth off the floor using two Pabst Blue Ribbon beer cans for a gross photo-op. Beer not included.$5 gives you a ride on the “Times Square Rollercoaster” (i.e. back of Taxi).$5 gets you Admission to Metropolitan Museum of Art (if you’re feeling generous).$5 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/294371161081737342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=294371161081737342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/294371161081737342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/294371161081737342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-5-will-get-you-in-nyc.html' title='What $5 Will Get You in NYC'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-8565991222418544852</id><published>2009-03-10T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:03:33.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard in NY</title><summary type='text'>While enjoying a martini in a blues bar in Greenwich Village, I overheard the following conversation between a girl who just arrived and a table full of Austrian men. Upon arrival, the girl sat down and began putting on her dance shoes. one of the Austrians notices and leans over:Austrian: "Are those dancing shoes?"Girl: "Why yes, they are"Austrian: "What kind of dance is this?"Girl: "It is kind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8565991222418544852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=8565991222418544852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/8565991222418544852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/8565991222418544852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2009/03/overheard-in-ny.html' title='Overheard in NY'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-6064201351472232107</id><published>2009-02-26T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:44:06.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erosion (edit)</title><summary type='text'>"Erosion" by EAwakening, memory floats around meA whispering wind pushing through the treesDissolving in the morning light.It lingers on my lipsThe dream so distant and unreal nowDifferent than what it was in sleep.I thought the yearning was goneForgotten desires that tormented my soulBut in the shadows of my heart you remained.Banished from my thoughtsBut returnedWhen I'm not even looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6064201351472232107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=6064201351472232107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/6064201351472232107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/6064201351472232107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2009/02/erosion-edit.html' title='Erosion (edit)'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-1419973933852563166</id><published>2008-12-09T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:44:03.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Would Like You To Interview. NOT.</title><summary type='text'>After weeks of struggling on unemployment checks, fruitless job applications, and general frustration, I finally got the kind of response I had been hoping and praying for.A company that I'd applied to responded to my resume and wanted to schedule an interview the same day. I responded via email and phone call to indicate my availability all day and express my interest.No response.The next 2 days</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1419973933852563166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=1419973933852563166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/1419973933852563166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/1419973933852563166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-would-like-you-to-interview-not.html' title='We Would Like You To Interview. NOT.'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-799950870323658457</id><published>2008-10-20T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:47:14.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Work?</title><summary type='text'>"You're no longer a necessity to the company."I cried the whole drive home. Maybe I cried out of shame and frustration. Or, maybe I was just plan relieved. It might have also been one of those oh-shit-what-now cries.Either way, I was laid off from my job last Wednesday. Yep, E is unemployed. What's worse is that I didn't even get a severance. Thankfully, I feel better about it now. It was such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/799950870323658457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=799950870323658457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/799950870323658457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/799950870323658457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-work.html' title='Got Work?'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-8685217822587710477</id><published>2008-10-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:14:52.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would YOU Do for Vino?</title><summary type='text'>The things we do for good vino.I was so excited for 5:30pm on Saturday. At that time I was going to meet up with J and L to sample the incredible wines they'd picked up the day before while out wine-tasting in Napa. It wasn't until AFTER the Hertz rental car had been returned at Noon to the parking garage of the hotel and the keys were dropped into the unmanned and locked drop box outside that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8685217822587710477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=8685217822587710477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/8685217822587710477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/8685217822587710477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-would-you-do-for-vino.html' title='What Would YOU Do for Vino?'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-3971853815319258510</id><published>2008-10-07T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:26:19.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends: My New Drinking Game</title><summary type='text'>I'm currently watching the Presidential Debate and playing "drink whenever McCain says 'my friends'" using a box of Franzia. This is solely due to the fact that I will not waste any of my GOOD wine on anything that comes out of his mouth.Seriously man, I'm not your f*cking friend.For those of you keeping count at home, I believe the total number of times the buzz phrase is uttered is somewhere </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3971853815319258510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=3971853815319258510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/3971853815319258510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/3971853815319258510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-drinking-game.html' title='My Friends: My New Drinking Game'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-2182646397576888540</id><published>2008-08-31T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:41:54.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Not To Do On The Dance Floor</title><summary type='text'>I was dancing between competitions today in Dallas and had what can only best be described as a dumbfoundingly disapponting experience while dancing with a gentleman whom I'd known for a number of years but hadn't seen for a while. He asked me to dance and took me out to the edge of the floor in front of about 30 people sitting down. After about half of a song where he repeatedly tried moves on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2182646397576888540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=2182646397576888540&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/2182646397576888540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/2182646397576888540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-not-to-do-on-dance-floor.html' title='What Not To Do On The Dance Floor'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-2160597338479484303</id><published>2008-08-27T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:23:16.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Time on the Company Dime</title><summary type='text'>Let's take a little lesson from the "Things Not To Do While Working" scrapbook:1. Surf sites that cause trojans and viruses to infect your company-owned computer.2. Claim that you personally ran your Symantec virus scan on your company-owned computer when all you did was type an email to the company tech and myself SAYING that you did so while sitting on your butt and NOT running the scan. Which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2160597338479484303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=2160597338479484303&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/2160597338479484303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/2160597338479484303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/sexy-time-on-company-dime.html' title='Sexy Time on the Company Dime'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-6586120284593463370</id><published>2008-08-21T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:37:00.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar, Liar, Leotards on Fire</title><summary type='text'>Update from "Sugar and Spice"FINALLY!The IOC is finally jumping on the worldwide bandwagon concerning the underage issue of the Chinese Gymnastic team!On August 2nd, the IOC had announced that they would not be investigating the team members.On August 21st (today), the IOC announced that they WOULD be investigating He Kexin and Yang Yilin after new evidence surfaced. Better late than never, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6586120284593463370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=6586120284593463370&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/6586120284593463370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/6586120284593463370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/liar-liar-leotards-on-fire.html' title='Liar, Liar, Leotards on Fire'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-2019020984431648604</id><published>2008-08-15T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:55:45.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advanced Dancers: Amateurs On the Edge</title><summary type='text'>Change is good, but is too much change causing more harm than good?At an upcoming WCS Event, Bridgetown Swing, dancers could look forward to dancing in their respective Novice [or] Intermediate [or] Advanced [or] All-Star/Champion Jack &amp; Jill division as well as either the Lower [or] Upper Strictly Swing division. Lower Strictly was defined as Novice/Intermediate/Advanced level and Upper Strictly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2019020984431648604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=2019020984431648604&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/2019020984431648604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/2019020984431648604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/adv-dancers-amateurs-on-edge.html' title='Advanced Dancers: Amateurs On the Edge'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-3834143670173785412</id><published>2008-08-13T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:47:58.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice</title><summary type='text'>Observation.I find it very hard to believe China's insistence that their suspiciously underage gymnasts are all at least 16 years of age when they've already proven themselves to be deceiving to the world with lip-syncing little girls and digitally inserted fireworks footprints into supposedly live television. I have a tiny bit of understanding for the footprints - it certainly would be difficult</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3834143670173785412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=3834143670173785412&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/3834143670173785412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/3834143670173785412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/sugar-and-spice-and-everything-nice.html' title='Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1FhLDJqGDE/SKMQlU5XeYI/AAAAAAAAADA/RIDaOsJLUnI/s72-c/LinMaoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-3387382886702794347</id><published>2008-08-05T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:20:44.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Ye Who Look The Other Way</title><summary type='text'>At a dance event this weekend, I experienced a phenomenon that I've witnessed before. I don't understand why it is happening, but even worse, I don't understand why most of the time nothing is being done about it.Contained within the pages of the Official Competition Rules at most WCS dance events is a paragraph that goes something along the lines of:"BEHAVIOR (RESPONSIBILITIES AS A COMPETITOR) -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3387382886702794347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=3387382886702794347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/3387382886702794347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/3387382886702794347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-dance-event-this-weekend-i.html' title='O Ye Who Look The Other Way'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-6858181451396802626</id><published>2008-07-30T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:56:05.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted</title><summary type='text'>So today I get an email from a field manager:"I am sure you are going to kill me. When I got home yesterday and unloaded my bags I went to turn on my computer and the screen is cracked. I am not sure what happened. It was in the computer bag. The only thing I can think of is that my suitcase fell on it."I give her a call, and she reiterates the email to me over the phone, again stating, "I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6858181451396802626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=6858181451396802626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/6858181451396802626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/6858181451396802626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/07/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-634405416079838580</id><published>2008-07-15T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:01:56.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't Recognize the Footwork</title><summary type='text'>So funny I just had to repost it. Originally posted on StrictlyWestie.com:Guy at bar: "Is that West Coast you are doing?"K: "Yes."Guy: "Oh, cuz I know West Coast Swing really well."K: "Uhh... it's the same thing."Guy: "Maybe because I haven't seen it to this kind of music, I didn't recognize the footwork."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/634405416079838580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=634405416079838580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/634405416079838580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/634405416079838580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-didnt-recognize-footwork.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Recognize the Footwork'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-422462763556454711</id><published>2008-07-08T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:16:21.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Are You Going To Play THAT?</title><summary type='text'>So I'm DJ'ing tonight at Ciao Bella, and I'm halfway through my set. This older (white) couple comes up to the booth, clearly annoyed about my music... Husband: "So, when are you going to play the funky music?"Me: "Uh, I have been...?"Wife: "Oh no dear, we're used to what they play in the BLACK clubs. When are you going to play that?"..... Um, Ma'am? I've played Ne-Yo, Timbaland, Estelle, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/422462763556454711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=422462763556454711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/422462763556454711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/422462763556454711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-are-you-going-to-play-that.html' title='When Are You Going To Play THAT?'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-8102356582463398836</id><published>2008-06-26T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:25:20.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job Haterisms'/><title type='text'>Job Haterism #1</title><summary type='text'>Job Haterism #1:When I work from 7:00am to 3:30pm, do NOT tell me that my after work hours doctors appointment is unacceptableAt 3:30 I prepared to pack up so I could make my appointment. My boss comes up, drops a project on my desk, and tells me to take care of it now.Me: "I'm really sorry but I have a doctor appointment at 3:45. I have to go."Boss: "I had my appointment at 7:00am this morning. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8102356582463398836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=8102356582463398836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/8102356582463398836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/8102356582463398836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/06/job-haterism-1.html' title='Job Haterism #1'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-3858333634775130778</id><published>2008-06-20T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:11:38.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Troopers Come to Oceanside</title><summary type='text'>As we were exiting the Mission Movie Theater post-Kung-Fu-Panda in downtown Oceanside, our eyes were greeted with a perplexing sight.At first glance it looked normal enough. There was a motorhome pulled over with two police cars behind it and two scruffy looking guys standing in front of the motorhome getting a ticket written up by two police officers.-This is where it gets weird-We're in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3858333634775130778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=3858333634775130778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/3858333634775130778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/3858333634775130778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/06/super-troopers-come-to-oceanside.html' title='Super Troopers Come to Oceanside'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q1FhLDJqGDE/SFvBb2l4UXI/AAAAAAAAACM/ge1PeRbWUYI/s72-c/Cars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-4248321336978333048</id><published>2008-03-24T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:23:50.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hint of Things to Come</title><summary type='text'>Problem. Currently my monthly gas bill to get to work and back is costing me more than my monthly car payment and insurance COMBINED. That's right: 40 miles one way. 80 miles a day. 400 miles a week. Tack on another 50 for schmaltzy stuff and we're at a whopping 450 miles a week. 1,800 miles a MONTH.I am perfectly capable of doing my job from home. Want proof? I did it nearly 4 days during the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4248321336978333048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=4248321336978333048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/4248321336978333048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/4248321336978333048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/03/hint-of-things-to-come.html' title='Hint of Things to Come'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-8590646246727712637</id><published>2008-03-14T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:52:19.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You See?</title><summary type='text'>I never cease to feel a sense of satisfaction when I expose someone to the West Coast Swing world for the first time and watch as their initial social presumptions are stripped away and replaced with newfound bewildered interest.It irritates me just a little when they tug at my sleeve and whisper in my ear, “Wow, look at that huge / unattractive / dorky / old person!” Only a little. In a moment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8590646246727712637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=8590646246727712637&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/8590646246727712637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/8590646246727712637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-see.html' title='Do You See?'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-6811821918750398385</id><published>2008-02-14T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:27:52.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallmark? The New Valentine Poster Child...</title><summary type='text'>It Could Only Be Jared... Everywhere I go I see Jared, Jared, Jared. Go away, Jared. Seriously.Singles Awareness Day has been taken over by a bunch of guys that must own stock Diamonds and cheesy teddy bears. This holiday now has a similarly bleak message for everybody: If you're single (like me) it makes you feel hopelessly aware of your solo flight through life. If the parade of vomitously </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6811821918750398385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=6811821918750398385&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/6811821918750398385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/6811821918750398385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/02/screw-hallmark-there-is-new-anti.html' title='Hallmark? The New Valentine Poster Child...'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-873836811171815668</id><published>2008-01-10T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:08:29.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7 Men (Days)</title><summary type='text'>Me: I'm so over today.Johnson: That sounded like you had a volatile relationship with today (Thursday) and its been cut off. Like today was an ex-boyfriend.Me: I'm going to cheat on it with tomorrow, Friday.Johnson: But you know Friday is always just a fling... whimsical, uncaring, nothing serious can happen with a Friday. You could use a One Friday Stand.Me: Saturdays and Sundays are my cuddlers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/873836811171815668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=873836811171815668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/873836811171815668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/873836811171815668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2008/01/7-men-days.html' title='The 7 Men (Days)'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-7215593033569839762</id><published>2007-11-03T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:18:26.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen makeup? No Problem.</title><summary type='text'>So in case you didn't hear, last weekend someone walked off with ALL of my makeup. The good stuff. Like $500 worth.(I still hope their face melts off)Today I got a surprise in the mail. It was one of those Macy's Secret Surprise Gift Cards for Platinum cardholders. You have to take it into a Macy's and have them scan it to see how much the card is worth. So into Macy's I go and hand my card to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7215593033569839762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=7215593033569839762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/7215593033569839762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/7215593033569839762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2007/11/stolen-makeup-no-problem.html' title='Stolen makeup? No Problem.'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-709091294073783971</id><published>2007-10-18T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:35:19.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Men Should Know Before Drinking</title><summary type='text'>*taken from Esquire*"Things a Man Should Know About Drinking"1. There is no such thing as a chocolate martini. 2. There is no shame in club soda and cranberry juice.3. There is a reason for the scarcity of piano bars.4. Visiting the pub will be cheaper in the long run if you tip the bartender regularly and more generously than is necessary.5. Never order a frozen drink in a place that serves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/709091294073783971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=709091294073783971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/709091294073783971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/709091294073783971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-men-should-know-before-drinking.html' title='Things Men Should Know Before Drinking'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-6542483669719690910</id><published>2007-09-07T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T13:25:20.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Technology God</title><summary type='text'>I would call myself a full-blown atheist, except for one thing. I think I might believe in a Technology God, and said Technology God must love me.When my 3 year old Powerbook was thrown across my kitchen by an enraged (and somewhat psychotic and chemically imbalanced) roommate in 2002 - over a guy no less - Apple replaced everything free of charge. That same laptop had a hard drive issue in 2004.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6542483669719690910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=6542483669719690910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/6542483669719690910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/6542483669719690910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/ode-to-technology-god.html' title='Ode to the Technology God'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-3606851042356952953</id><published>2007-09-04T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:02:46.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Two Guys...</title><summary type='text'>To the two guys in the truck behind me on the road from Vegas: You made my weekend.Rocking outlike only two thirty-something white boys on their way home from a good time in Vegas could do.We sat for 3 hours in the middle of nowhere, baking in the scorching Mojave sun. Rubbing my tired eyes, I struggled to stay awake.I spotted you in my rearview mirror rocking out like only two thirty-something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3606851042356952953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=3606851042356952953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/3606851042356952953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/3606851042356952953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-two-guys.html' title='To the Two Guys...'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-1150718382054707289</id><published>2007-08-13T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:46:18.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me "Agent Smooth"</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had one of those days when the events just come together in a gooey mess of Murphy's Law Fantasticness?So early yesterday evening I decide that it is time to water the plants in the front yard. Before I went outside I had put on a pot of rice on the stove for dinner - 15 minutes, perfect timing.As I was watering plants and tackling one of the many giant banana trees I realize it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1150718382054707289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=1150718382054707289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/1150718382054707289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/1150718382054707289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-call-me-agent-smooth.html' title='Just Call Me &quot;Agent Smooth&quot;'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-6587884670299686862</id><published>2007-06-01T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T19:57:23.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orcas Island was WHAT??</title><summary type='text'>Someone on the island tried to make a peacable stab at the situation and convince everyone that the Nazi Symbols used were in fact a much more ancient symbol for peace. All because the tilt was different. Get Real. I'm sorry, but first off, American flags were burned and graves were desecrated. Second, there were NO indications that this was a peaceful protest to the war. The last I checked, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6587884670299686862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=6587884670299686862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/6587884670299686862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/6587884670299686862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2007/06/members-of-american-legion-on-this.html' title='Orcas Island was WHAT??'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-8519352316793891372</id><published>2007-05-14T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:52:49.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maroon 5 is BACK!!!</title><summary type='text'> Being completely RANDOM    and RIDICULOUS canhave its  payoffsL ast week I heard a rumor on the radio.. I immediately called my friend Jae to tell her that I didn't know exactly where or when, but we had plans for the weekend.After spending the next three days listening intently to the radio for more updates, and scouring the Internet for some shred of information, Myspace Secret Shows suddenly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8519352316793891372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=8519352316793891372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/8519352316793891372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/8519352316793891372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2007/05/maroon-5-is-back.html' title='Maroon 5 is BACK!!!'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-1484380565068383595</id><published>2007-04-16T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:34:36.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Friends Like That...</title><summary type='text'>"Why won’t you talk to my daddy?”With the accidentally impeccable timing that only a 4-year-old can muster, a little boy managed to ignite my emotions only moments before it was my turn to go on the dance floor and compete this weekend.    I guess “Daddy” forgot to mention that he was the one who told me to go screw myself and to not talk to him ever again.     I’m tired of settling for friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1484380565068383595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=1484380565068383595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/1484380565068383595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/1484380565068383595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2007/04/with-friends-like-that.html' title='With Friends Like That...'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-1453486586800386110</id><published>2007-04-03T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T08:00:33.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Kills Brain Cells - this cannot be good....</title><summary type='text'>I'm 26 years old and relatively fit. I eat healthy. I've always eaten healthy and lived a healthy lifestyle. So why, upon visiting the doctor for a consultation regarding a separate issue, was my doctor surprised to discover that my blood pressure was abnormally high? It was something over 90... and for someone who has always low blood pressure with diastolic readings in the 60's... that is just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1453486586800386110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=1453486586800386110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/1453486586800386110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/1453486586800386110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2007/04/stress-kills-brain-cells-this-cannot-be.html' title='Stress Kills Brain Cells - this cannot be good....'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-4254100157549577880</id><published>2007-03-05T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:12:04.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Flat Tires</title><summary type='text'>Saturday night was a bundle of laughs, resulting in us getting kicked out of the club just before midnight for various alcohol-induced shenanigans... There is nothing like extending birthday celebrations for a long as possible past your actual birthday date - especially when your birthday falls in the middle of the week.I woke up Sunday morning in downtown San Diego at my friend Jae's house, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4254100157549577880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=4254100157549577880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/4254100157549577880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/4254100157549577880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2007/03/ode-to-flat-tires.html' title='Ode to Flat Tires'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-3908356486769074329</id><published>2007-02-27T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T10:49:25.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva my Birthday!</title><summary type='text'>   2007 marks a year where my birthday falls during the week. Which means lots of weekend celebrations to extend the fun!Friday I flew out to Vegas after work and arrived at the Mirage in time to change into clothes for dinner, which was comp’ed by the hotel at Japonais – possibly the most incredible sushi I’ve ever had. Then I met my Executive VIP Host – available at all times to get whatever I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3908356486769074329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=3908356486769074329&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/3908356486769074329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/3908356486769074329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2007/02/viva-my-birthday.html' title='Viva my Birthday!'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-116649720937405591</id><published>2006-12-18T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T08:34:04.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Boots Are Made For Walkin'</title><summary type='text'>After busting the heel off my left boot on Saturday night while out clubbing in downtown San Diego with Jae, I decide to cruise by the mall and check out the current line of new boot styles on sale. I chose several styles and surrounded my seat with the open boxes to start trying them on. I slip off my shoes and start at it. Pair one pinched my toes. Pair two was too short. Pair three felt like I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116649720937405591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=116649720937405591&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/116649720937405591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/116649720937405591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/12/these-boots-are-made-for-walkin.html' title='These Boots Are Made For Walkin&apos;'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-116595931420127222</id><published>2006-12-12T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:35:14.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Excuse Me, But You Have a Penis On Your Grocery Store Shelf....</title><summary type='text'>For my lunch break today, I decided to take a trip over to Cost Plus to buy some goodies for the gift baskets I'm putting together for Christmas presents. Little did I know...I was chatting with my dad on the phone and wandering the aisles when I spied the product. "Oh my god, Dad. You will NOT believe what is on the label of this can in front of me! It's a dick!!"People in the store stop to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116595931420127222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=116595931420127222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/116595931420127222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/116595931420127222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/12/um-excuse-me-but-you-have-penis-on.html' title='Um Excuse Me, But You Have a Penis On Your Grocery Store Shelf....'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-116371382053370536</id><published>2006-11-16T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:02:20.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Wal-Mart Camper: The Quest for the PS3</title><summary type='text'>Thursday, November 16th6:00amI wake up, peel myself off Jeralynn’s couch, and start the tedious drive 35 miles north to get home in time to change, grab my laptop, and get to work by 7:30am.6:30amB calls me from Bakersfield“I’m not getting in line for a PS3 – the line is longer than the number of units they have….”“Wow, that sucks…. I wonder what the Wal-Marts around here are like…”7:15amI leave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116371382053370536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=116371382053370536&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/116371382053370536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/116371382053370536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-wal-mart-camper-quest-for-ps3.html' title='I am a Wal-Mart Camper: The Quest for the PS3'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-116345507942624348</id><published>2006-11-13T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:57:59.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Advice I've Read As of Late...</title><summary type='text'>***If this is for real, my applause***This author has some brazenly honest and straightforward insight on being young and in debt (my-oh-my doesn't that sound familiar?). It certainly got my gears turning - and for those of you who are leaving high school and/or college - it's a good bit of information if you don't know anything about debt pileup.The Lesson: "You Can Learn a Lot From a Rich </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116345507942624348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=116345507942624348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/116345507942624348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/116345507942624348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-advice-ive-read-as-of-late.html' title='The Best Advice I&apos;ve Read As of Late...'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-116232741260655477</id><published>2006-10-31T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:06:53.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iraq: The New Holding Pen for Stupid People?</title><summary type='text'>I love politicians and their moronically uneducated statement blunders. First there was Al Gore claiming he invented the Internet. And now one of the best chances we had at replacing Bush with something bearing a slightly better resemblance to a human being is suffering from chronic diarrhea of the mouth:"You know our education, if you make the most of it, you do your homework, and you make an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116232741260655477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=116232741260655477&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/116232741260655477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/116232741260655477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/10/iraq-new-holding-pen-for-stupid-people.html' title='Iraq: The New Holding Pen for Stupid People?'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-116114290072119434</id><published>2006-10-17T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:31:30.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the world....</title><summary type='text'>... have I been?Sometimes it seems like random events cluster into a massive onslaught of one-thing-after-anotherness to create big changes in one's life. So what have I been up to lately? Playing dodgeball in the midst of yet another one of the torrential downpours of happenings that seem to chronicle my life like clockwork.Enter the balls in play: Fun, Family, Work, Life, Dance, and Health.Fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116114290072119434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=116114290072119434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/116114290072119434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/116114290072119434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-in-world.html' title='Where in the world....'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115985399555875952</id><published>2006-10-02T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:42:19.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bollywood Thriller</title><summary type='text'>Um yeah, so I'm alive. I'm just drowning under work, home, and life-related stresses right now. I swear I'm not ignoring everyone! At least, not completely!To keep you entertained until I finally get a decent blog posted... I found a new fave music video (hah)...The Indian version of Michael Jackson's "Thriller"...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115985399555875952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115985399555875952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115985399555875952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115985399555875952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/10/bollywood-thriller.html' title='Bollywood Thriller'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115801133608282903</id><published>2006-09-11T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:53:48.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Slice of Heaven.....</title><summary type='text'>My little slice of heaven is built upon tiny little glimpses of the sometimes churning depths of my soul.The plants in my garden know enough of my daily angst and secret desires to fill the E! Daily News Gossip Column for a year straight. Whenever I water all the plants I end up standing there and letting my myriad of thoughts flow out, right along with the water from the hose. At least that way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115801133608282903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115801133608282903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115801133608282903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115801133608282903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-slice-of-heaven.html' title='Little Slice of Heaven.....'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115724191638866203</id><published>2006-09-02T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:12:55.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Update</title><summary type='text'>So I'm not moving to Chicago.I was ready (for the right price, so to speak)... BUT:After a day and night filled with deliberation, potential budgeting, and what-if-isms, I strolled into my office Thursday morning with the intention of presenting the ultimate "You make it worth my while and I'll make it worth your while" proposal to my boss........ I have come to the conclusion that when I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115724191638866203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115724191638866203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115724191638866203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115724191638866203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/09/chicago-update.html' title='Chicago Update'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115697921318984887</id><published>2006-08-30T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:16:52.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophisticated Hobo Moves to Chicago?</title><summary type='text'>*For those of you who work with me, this does not extend into the department. Thanks.*Should I stay or should I go?Currently I work a position that is semi-upper echelon in my Corporation. I have just been offered a position in Chicago pretty much doing what I am doing now, but on a higher Corporate Executive level, and working closely with our biggest client (as in, I'm in THEIR Corporate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115697921318984887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115697921318984887&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115697921318984887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115697921318984887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/08/sophisticated-hobo-moves-to-chicago.html' title='Sophisticated Hobo Moves to Chicago?'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115593245873611354</id><published>2006-08-18T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:23:38.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail to the King, Baby...</title><summary type='text'>... the King of SYTYCD, of course! Congratulations, Benji!Being the pathetic overworked-yet-underpaid minion of my corporation, I was at work this morning and far away from any television sets so I couldn't watch Benji's Regis and Kelly interview. Fear not!Thanks to the fantazzzmic advances of modern technology and related internet know-how of my favorite Fangirl ever, I obtained a video of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115593245873611354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115593245873611354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115593245873611354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115593245873611354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/08/hail-to-king-baby.html' title='Hail to the King, Baby...'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115524052643321438</id><published>2006-08-10T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:08:46.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tranji and Heidelle Interview</title><summary type='text'>Entertainment Weekly's Interview with the Final Four - In its entirety, complete with an illustration courtesy of Vixen:ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: How does it feel to have Footloose'd your way to this Thursday's finale? Do you now know you can dance, instead of just thinking it?BENJI SCHWIMMER, 22: Yes, I feel validated  the question was answered! I was obsessed with this show last season; I would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115524052643321438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115524052643321438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115524052643321438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115524052643321438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/08/tranji-and-heidelle-interview.html' title='The Tranji and Heidelle Interview'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115444860391132782</id><published>2006-08-01T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T09:10:53.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Travesty That is Ron Montez is Back!</title><summary type='text'>The lowdown:Heidi &amp; Travis - Smooth Waltz ("Gorgeous") and Pop (Heidi is *grounded*)Ivan &amp; Natalie - Jive (Choreographed by Ron Montez - 'nuff said, now excuse me while I go vomit) and Contemporary (strike two!)Benji &amp; Donyelle - Broadway (Flappers - woohoo!) and Hip Hop (Shane Sparks AGAIN?!?! *yawn*)Oh, and the solos are back like a heart attack.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115444860391132782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115444860391132782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115444860391132782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115444860391132782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/08/travesty-that-is-ron-montez-is-back.html' title='The Travesty That is Ron Montez is Back!'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115444815453269280</id><published>2006-08-01T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T09:02:34.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kind of Stripper</title><summary type='text'>Unless you can remove *all* of your clothes during a continuous headspin, this guy is better than you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115444815453269280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115444815453269280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115444815453269280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115444815453269280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-kind-of-stripper.html' title='My Kind of Stripper'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115428286073869971</id><published>2006-07-30T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:07:40.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring and Summer cleaning: some of us slip on the rubber gloves and get up to our elbows in cleaning suds to get our living spaces squeaky clean. Others venture under the seats of their cars in an effort to make it presentable again. And then there are the children of the Internet Era... We clean out our buddy lists, cell phone address books, and myspace friend lists.Ah, I feel lighter already ^</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115428286073869971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115428286073869971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115428286073869971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115428286073869971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/spring-and-summer-cleaning-some-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115389510901285090</id><published>2006-07-25T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:25:09.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Benj-Zen Continues.....</title><summary type='text'>Hmm... could it be true? Benji draws Heidi??Fact: Benji is dancing Mambo and Broadway with someone. Buddy said so Sunday night... I can't wait to see if they'll show Buddy's scrolling electronic sign tomorrow night. What a hoot that was when he demonstrated it at the Clubhouse on Sunday night!Possibility: Benji is dancing with Heidi.(Ok, Lacey. Now could be a good time for me to know exactly how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115389510901285090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115389510901285090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115389510901285090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115389510901285090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-benj-zen-continues.html' title='And the Benj-Zen Continues.....'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115380305941804506</id><published>2006-07-24T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:16:05.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work: The Curse of the Drinking Classes</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone claimed Workers Comp, successfully, for a developing bald spot from tearing their hair out, repeatedly? I am getting this bitter feeling that I am being paid WAY less to do what I do than I should be getting paid... Is this what its like with real, salaried jobs? To persistently feel taken for granted and blindsighted into being happy with a meager salary rather than a sum of money </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115380305941804506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115380305941804506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115380305941804506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115380305941804506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/work-curse-of-drinking-classes.html' title='Work: The Curse of the Drinking Classes'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115276835317998641</id><published>2006-07-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:51:25.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eatin' His Words in True Champion Style...</title><summary type='text'>WEDNESDAY NIGHT...NIGELISM OF THE NIGHT: "[Natalie, in this routine you weren't really supposed to  DANCE, just act while Musa did all the dancing,so even though you didn't dance worth S%*#, greatjob,loved it.]"RYAN HIMSELF SAID IT..."My partner is a BallroomSuperstar[**so I can just stand thereand watch her dance the whole time**]so I'mgood!"FIRST UP, NATALIE AND MUSA DRAW HIP HOP.The outcome of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115276835317998641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115276835317998641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115276835317998641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115276835317998641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/eatin-his-words-in-true-champion-style.html' title='Eatin&apos; His Words in True Champion Style...'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115265847410217708</id><published>2006-07-11T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T10:34:35.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Funny it Can Make You Cry</title><summary type='text'>SYTYCD QUOTE OF THE WEEKTravis on Monday: "...Am I allowed  to cry on camera? ... or is that a Benjithing..."SILLY TRAVIS. TEARS ARE FOR BENJI.I'll make it short but sweet. Travis' quote is priceless. Benji does Broadway and Heidi spices it up with a ChaCha tomorrow on Fox. Oh, and someone makes Mary cry. I think she's channeling Paula Abdul.Ok. So on to much more amusing things:I love "Whose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115265847410217708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115265847410217708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115265847410217708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115265847410217708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-funny-it-can-make-you-cry_11.html' title='So Funny it Can Make You Cry'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115215945575584363</id><published>2006-07-05T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:22:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Teach??</title><summary type='text'>WESTCOAST SWING    Taught by a Salsa Expert??? Ron Montez? *GAG* My thoughts exactly. I didn't want to give away how crappy I heard the dancing was going to be, because I wanted to get as many Westies interested in watching the show tonight as possible. And then I wanted to hear the rants. There will be no raves, I fear.At least, not from those of us who know better. RON MONTEZ?!?! Are you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115215945575584363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115215945575584363&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115215945575584363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115215945575584363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-you-think-you-can-teach.html' title='So You Think You Can Teach??'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115208079666989635</id><published>2006-07-04T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:40:41.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packrats</title><summary type='text'>If there is anything I can think of that can gauge the amount of crap someone lugs onto an airplane as carryon baggage, it is an airport restroom stall.Ok, so I’m a big advocate of carryon baggage. We all have those valuables/breakables/intimates/edibles that just cannot be trusted in the hands of the villainous luggage handlers or the pressurized stresses of cargo-bay travel. Limit me to one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115208079666989635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115208079666989635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115208079666989635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115208079666989635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/packrats.html' title='Packrats'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115204919315824702</id><published>2006-07-04T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:27:13.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Westies Don't Want to Miss This...</title><summary type='text'>***Posted July 4th, 2006***Since I'm still in Phoenix where I've been happily buzzed, tanned, sweaty (110 degrees!!!), and relaxed for the past 4 days and I'd rather be vacationing than blogging, I'll make this short and sweet:This Wednesday, July 5th, 8pm-10pm on SYTYCD....West Coast Swing.That's right. You heard me. West. Coast. Swing.I'll leave the speculation about the quality of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115204919315824702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115204919315824702&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115204919315824702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115204919315824702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/westies-dont-want-to-miss-this.html' title='Westies Don&apos;t Want to Miss This...'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115143128163752538</id><published>2006-06-27T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:58:28.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think He Can Dance</title><summary type='text'>Say what? **(SPOILER)** Benji + mohawk + eyeliner?Tomorrow night, 8pm. BE THERE.Watch the show.Then at 10pm: Vote.-Pretty please?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115143128163752538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115143128163752538&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115143128163752538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115143128163752538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-he-can-dance.html' title='I Think He Can Dance'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115142950736885191</id><published>2006-06-27T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:55:01.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance Video Collection</title><summary type='text'>Ask and ye shall receive.....Until my video embeds can stop being such buttheads you can just deal with the links ^_^***NEW***July 26th:Benji and Heidi's Mambo RoutineJuly 19th:Top 12 Group Dance - Ramalama (Bang Bang)Benji and Natalie - Jazz - "Wonderful"Benji - Solo - "Land of 1000 Dances"July 12th:Benji and Donyelle - Broadway - "You Can't Stop the Beat"Top 14 Group Dance - "Footloose"!!!June </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115142950736885191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115142950736885191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115142950736885191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115142950736885191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/dance-video-collection.html' title='The Dance Video Collection'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115126273557888266</id><published>2006-06-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T12:34:05.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Trying to Sell Me Gay Porn!!</title><summary type='text'>No woman in their right mind would call this straight...The other night I couldn't get to sleep when I'd gotten home from my late-night shenanigans, so I started playing on the computer with the TV blaring in the background.Suddenly I hear, "Guys gone wild, Yeah baby I'm in Cancun!!"And there on my television screen is a visual bombardment of *censored* naked male ass stumbling through the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115126273557888266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115126273557888266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115126273557888266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115126273557888266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/stop-trying-to-sell-me-gay-porn.html' title='Stop Trying to Sell Me Gay Porn!!'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115134359718342633</id><published>2006-06-23T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:40:35.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Arrived</title><summary type='text'>After many hours of site building, blog transfers from Myspace, and general frustration, I have a real blog. Go me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115134359718342633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115134359718342633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115134359718342633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115134359718342633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-arrived.html' title='I Have Arrived'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122432094274038</id><published>2006-06-18T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:32:00.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night Stand</title><summary type='text'>One Night StandSeeking to fill the empty void, Devouring to satisfy the hunger.And when it is done they roll over- having found nothing.Disappointed and disconsolateThey turn to the walls in silence.As if walls could talk...&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;No one likes being that kind of alone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122432094274038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122432094274038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122432094274038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122432094274038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-night-stand.html' title='One Night Stand'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122408885494271</id><published>2006-05-24T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:39:03.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet N' Wild</title><summary type='text'>I am one lucky little bitch.I had a near-death experience yesterday.... ok so actually it was more an experience that caused me to flash forward in time to visualize that my next near-death experience would be at the hands of my boss... both of which would be wrapped around my neck in a death grip borne from panic.But still. I wanted to die. It all started out innocently enough. I was at my desk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122408885494271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122408885494271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122408885494271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122408885494271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/05/wet-n-wild.html' title='Wet N&apos; Wild'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122402082587382</id><published>2006-05-24T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:10:23.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet N' Wild (Part 2 )</title><summary type='text'>48 hours later....While walking outside to take a break with a coworker, I noticed a red car parked nearby and a blonde head popping up from behind the open trunk. It's D, our computer technician and networking manager. Uh oh...What is SHE doing here??My mind flashes back to the still disassembled laptop drying upside down next to my desk, every back panel taken off and all of the keyboard keys </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122402082587382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122402082587382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122402082587382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122402082587382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/05/wet-n-wild-part-2.html' title='Wet N&apos; Wild (Part 2 )'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122418305063770</id><published>2006-03-16T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:29:43.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have MADD</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure most of you who have interacted with me on some level or another have noticed it. I'll be talking to you, and suddenly my eyes wander and my eyes glaze over. The effect is completed with a slightly dazed expression. "Hey, do you hear that song? I remember the first time I danced to it, [X] years ago at [Dance Event]!" I start to groove. You start to glare at me in annoyance. Earth to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122418305063770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122418305063770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122418305063770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122418305063770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-madd.html' title='I Have MADD'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122414917185764</id><published>2006-03-16T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:54:01.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do Before I Die...</title><summary type='text'>Before I die:1. Spend a week on Ibiza, Spain and not sleep for most of it.2. Own a horse again.3. Set foot on every continent (yes, this includes Antarctica).4. Visit NYC5. Party in Vegas (yes people, believe it or not, I've never been).6. Go skydiving.7. Dance in All-Stars.8. Fall in love and be loved in return (that's the catch hahah).9. Learn to speak a foreign language fluently.10. Drive on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122414917185764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122414917185764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122414917185764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122414917185764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='Things To Do Before I Die...'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122227113188927</id><published>2006-03-15T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:58:33.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace Hall of Shame</title><summary type='text'>My friends, fellow MySpacers, and would-be-friends: Learn from these mistakes. If someone sends me a message that is lam0rz, canned MySpace email, or anything of the such, it's getting abused. Heavily. Completely anonymous, of course (I'm not THAT mean). But if I am mean enough to send you a response, generally it will be exactly like my responses outlined here. Read on and learn. Most recent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122227113188927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122227113188927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122227113188927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122227113188927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/myspace-hall-of-shame.html' title='MySpace Hall of Shame'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122423782884330</id><published>2006-02-16T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:30:37.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night at the Roxb-.. er... Club Silk</title><summary type='text'>So the other night I go out clubbing with some of my girls up in Temecula at Club Silk (awesome place, btw)... Now, I'm not a big fan of dancing with just any guy in dance clubs. Most guys at clubs like these just plain can't dance. They think that doing their best imitation of Woody Woodpecker on my leg is "dancing." Once in a great while I'll find myself a little gem, who can take dancing to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122423782884330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122423782884330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122423782884330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122423782884330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/02/night-at-roxb-er-club-silk.html' title='A Night at the Roxb-.. er... Club Silk'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122346197539147</id><published>2006-02-09T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:17:41.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great News!!</title><summary type='text'>I go permanent at work starting next week! That's right... benefits, vacation, and PAY RAISE. Woohooo I have a real job! A year ago I was unemployed and starting to question my big move to California, but here I am!W00T!I couldn't ask for anything more.But.. if you think of something else I could use, my birthday is in 18 days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122346197539147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122346197539147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122346197539147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122346197539147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/02/great-news.html' title='Great News!!'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122350428502928</id><published>2006-02-08T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T11:30:01.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erosion</title><summary type='text'>Erosion" by EAwakening, a memory floats around meLike the whispering windThat pushes through trees-=Get out of my mind=-It lingers on my lipsAs morning sunlight touches my faceThe dream so distant and unreal nowDifferent than what it was in sleepI thought the yearning was goneForgotten desires that tormented my soulBut for two years in the shadows of my heartYou remainedBanished from my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122350428502928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122350428502928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122350428502928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122350428502928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/02/erosion.html' title='Erosion'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122354438050556</id><published>2006-01-10T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:34:12.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Borne from Human Stupidity and Eradicated by Coffee?</title><summary type='text'>Answer: The Migraine.I hate coffee. It makes me sleepy and cranky. But at the height of a time when I needed some fast relief, it came to my rescue in the guise of an unexpected cure for the worst Migraine that I can remember having. Migraine with a capital "M."Wow, isn't that just the most perfect tagline for a new commercial.... ..hhhmmm... Tylenol didn't work. My dad's Vicodin didn't work. But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122354438050556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122354438050556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122354438050556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122354438050556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-is-borne-from-human-stupidity-and.html' title='What is Borne from Human Stupidity and Eradicated by Coffee?'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122361520071271</id><published>2005-12-06T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:20:15.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Come From (ain't no cornbread n' chicken)</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, I miss that little piece of paradise I once called home. I miss Orcas Island. Was it the remote-ness of it all? The fresh scent of ocean and pine trees mixed together? Perhaps it was the peace and quiet. No.. I think it was all that, and then the green. GOD I miss the green...... I miss the friendly people. Here in San Diego, you say hi to someone, you have a 3 in 5 chance that they're</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122361520071271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122361520071271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122361520071271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122361520071271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/where-i-come-from-aint-no-cornbread-n.html' title='Where I Come From (ain&apos;t no cornbread n&apos; chicken)'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122368730831895</id><published>2005-11-18T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:25:40.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Time..</title><summary type='text'>There is a first time for everything. Sometimes it's something you look forward to all your life, other times you wish you'd never experienced it in the first place, and then there's those times where you have absolutely no idea how you got there, or how you did it, but from what it looks like in the pictures that your friends show you later on.. it was fun.I have "firsts" all the time. Don't we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122368730831895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122368730831895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122368730831895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122368730831895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time..'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122319541687958</id><published>2005-08-30T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:13:15.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does it end...</title><summary type='text'>*DISCLAIMER*…. I’m trying to understand the rationale behind the whole debate. I’m not trying to target anyone in particular, so let’s keep this clean, ok? I'm looking for input, not a poo-flinging contest.Lately I have found myself in the midst of or around titillating conversation focused on one thing: What makes a dancer a “pro”? People seem to like to stand on either end of an extreme: Either</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122319541687958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122319541687958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122319541687958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122319541687958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-does-it-end.html' title='Where does it end...'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122323895844216</id><published>2005-08-25T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:13:58.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Seconds of Fame...</title><summary type='text'>You know you’re addicted to dancing when you’re willing to drive two and a half hours in LA traffic, sit in a sweltering studio/auditorium for 6 hours, sweating under heat lamps galore, and sitting in chairs until JUUUUSSTT before your butt goes numb (then they’d thankfully announce for us to get up and dance for the breaks, only to repeat all over again), all for the sake of dancing and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122323895844216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122323895844216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122323895844216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122323895844216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/30-seconds-of-fame.html' title='30 Seconds of Fame...'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122331554701678</id><published>2005-08-07T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:15:15.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Things You (probably) Didn't Know About Me</title><summary type='text'>1. I've never been to a concert in my life. 2. When I was little, I had a pet raven... among other things. There were few animals that I did NOT have at one point or another. 3. I can plug my nose with my lips. It's how my dad taught me to swim when I was little. 4. When I was in my sophomore year of high school, I survived a kick to the forehead by a horse. 5. Until I was 7, I was bilingual, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122331554701678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122331554701678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122331554701678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122331554701678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/13-things-you-probably-didnt-know.html' title='13 Things You (probably) Didn&apos;t Know About Me'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122335813181261</id><published>2005-08-05T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:15:58.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dukes of Hazzard: Recycling Scenes is NOT Filmograhy.</title><summary type='text'>I saw Dukes of Hazzard tonight... Mostly, I laughed, because I am easily amused and there was a lot of dumb humor. I should have known something was up when I recognized the guy who played Farva in Super Troopers. Message to Director Jay Chandrasekhar: Dude.. if you're going to cast the same guys in different movies, at LEAST change up the scenes! They took a whole scene out of Super Troopers!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122335813181261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122335813181261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122335813181261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122335813181261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/dukes-of-hazzard-recycling-scenes-is.html' title='Dukes of Hazzard: Recycling Scenes is NOT Filmograhy.'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122341131730933</id><published>2005-07-19T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:16:51.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Pet</title><summary type='text'>Now isn't he just the most *precious* thing in the world???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122341131730933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122341131730933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122341131730933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122341131730933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-new-pet.html' title='My New Pet'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122276450662188</id><published>2005-07-18T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:06:04.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Warriors - Mad Max Style</title><summary type='text'>Dancers: how many times has this happened to you?You're sitting at work/school/home/wherever, and the people around you are talking about how their weekends went.... "Dude, I went to see this badass movie!" "I played video games all weekend" "I went to this house party" "I went shopping" "...to the beach" "...stayed in bed sleeping in" "I did underwater pencil-sharpening"Then it's your turn...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122276450662188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122276450662188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122276450662188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122276450662188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/07/weekend-warriors-mad-max-style.html' title='Weekend Warriors - Mad Max Style'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122283868960780</id><published>2005-06-17T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:07:18.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning (or losing): Half the Battle</title><summary type='text'>Dancers: How many times have you encountered the dancer who just will NOT stop bickering about how could they NOT have made finals, or how "awful" their draw was in the Jack and Jills (finals or prelims)? It seems that more often than not I see these indivuduals who are set on placing all the blame of a bad jack and jill dance upon their partner?*note* for all you non-dancers out there, a Jack </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122283868960780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122283868960780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122283868960780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122283868960780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/winning-or-losing-half-battle.html' title='Winning (or losing): Half the Battle'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122304584614556</id><published>2005-05-20T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:10:45.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Asparagus (Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>The plant got bigger, and it finally bloomed out. It looks like a stinkin' TREE. I keep expecting to hear impish giggles emitting from the buds or something. Check this out:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122304584614556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122304584614556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122304584614556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122304584614556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/alien-asparagus-part-2.html' title='Alien Asparagus (Part 2)'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122150253590330</id><published>2005-05-10T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:12:12.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's like a bus with WINGS!!!"</title><summary type='text'>I don't think I realized just how crazy some individuals could be until I met Mr. Stripsearch while on my return flight this weekend from Washington through Vegas (name will be self-explanatory in a bit).So I board the aircraft and take my seat, and a young (and rather attractive) guy sits in the seat next to me. Mr. Stripsearch boards the plane..... and proceeds to sit in the first seat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122150253590330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122150253590330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122150253590330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122150253590330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-like-bus-with-wings.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s like a bus with WINGS!!!&quot;'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122290754284136</id><published>2005-04-18T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:08:27.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Test Dummies</title><summary type='text'>Newport Beach Police Department testing: The good news is, I passed the HELLA hard written test. Over 50 people took the test, but only 23 passed. And I was the only woman. Joy. Those who passed immediately went outside to take the Physical Agilities Test. So, off went Erica and 22 fine young gentlemen out back....I was terrified of the 6 foot wall. Seriously. SIX FEET? Whoo boy. Somehow I made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122290754284136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122290754284136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122290754284136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122290754284136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/04/crash-test-dummies.html' title='Crash Test Dummies'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122297222286574</id><published>2005-04-15T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:09:32.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Asparagus</title><summary type='text'>Update: Apparently it's a blue agave plant. You know, that stuff they make tequila from. SWEEEEEEEEET...."Alien Asparagus Invasion"I'm sure all the Californians here remember the rains we had a while ago... About a week before the last downpour, Dad and I were outside weedwhacking the yard, and were removing plants from the area lining the fence between our yard and our neighbor's yard. The guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122297222286574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122297222286574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122297222286574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122297222286574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/04/alien-asparagus.html' title='Alien Asparagus'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122243811897843</id><published>2005-03-31T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:00:38.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Pony Rides!!!</title><summary type='text'>Last night I went on a Ride-Along with the Carlsbad Police Department. Those guys are a ton of fun, and I'd gladly do it again.. Although next time I plan on going on a Friday or Saturday night downtown so I can see some of the more crazy action.When I first got to the station, I arrived just in time to sit in on a report made by this teenager who was beaten the crap out of for his iPod. A big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122243811897843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122243811897843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122243811897843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122243811897843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/free-pony-rides.html' title='Free Pony Rides!!!'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122239073939882</id><published>2005-03-20T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:59:50.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildy Entertaining Weekend</title><summary type='text'>My best friend, Cami, came down from Seattle to visit Cecillia and I for the weekend. MAN that chica has got to move down here SOON, because we have WAY too much fun. Cecillia has a 4 month old baby boy named Corban, whom we like to call our nephew. Everywhere we went it was like the Three Hot Chick Amigas and The Baby. I liked seeing people try to puzzle out which of the hotties was the mama.On </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122239073939882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122239073939882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122239073939882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122239073939882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/wildy-entertaining-weekend.html' title='Wildy Entertaining Weekend'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898907.post-115122252584445909</id><published>2005-03-07T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:02:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooding sucks... I thought I moved to California??</title><summary type='text'>So I went into my storage unit on Saturday to find a pair of shoes to go dancing in Hollywood in.... This particular storage unit is where every single thing I own is stored, including antique (very valuable) furniture, all my clothes, books, photos, you name it..... The entire back end flooded. Most of my cardboard boxes were completely saturated. All of my books got SO WET that they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115122252584445909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898907&amp;postID=115122252584445909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122252584445909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898907/posts/default/115122252584445909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadanceaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/flooding-sucks-i-thought-i-moved-to.html' title='Flooding sucks... I thought I moved to California??'/><author><name>isadanceaholic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03193384235937557526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
