Be whoever you want to be!!

So I didn’t let my shite performance at the last dance class put me off. I went back to RSVP 33 last night full of enthusiasm and praying my inner Beyonce was back from vacation and guess what…….bitch showed up!

I stopped thinking about the moves and just, well moved, it came to me more naturally and I was having so much fun. My inner warrior nodded her seal of approval as I flicked my hair, popped my ass out and pushed my chest forward. I am Beyonce, this is awesome, I am having soooo much fun, oh look a mirror, I should watch myself see how cool I look.

Did I look ridiculous twerking “backing it up like a U-Haul truck” (our instructors clear directions), was I the oldest bird there, covered in tattoos looking out of place flicking her hair like she was on an actual Beyonce music video.  Yep, I was all those things but you know what, I was having so much fun and laughing my head off!

To often we don’t do things that we might enjoy, through fear of looking daft or just being proper shite at it. I say, just do it fuck what anybody else thinks, you concentrate on your own happiness and if you want to be Beyonce then go head girl, you be Beyonce.

Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t do something, especially yourself!

In other news, my friends are inbound and my birthday weekend about to start. I will apologize to Vancouver now, for any offence or disruption we may cause this weekend 🙂

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Be whoever you want to be #slay

I am not Beyonce…….

This is it, this is when my outstanding dancing skills finally get recognized. I wonder how long it would take to become an instructor? Feel like I’m going to Julliard; I am a dancer, nothing can stop me (oh look Nandos, didn’t know they had them in Vancouver).  This is literally what was going on in my head when I got off the bus last night and walked to the Vancouver Dance Centre to start my 6 week Good Girl x Bad Girl dance workshop with RSVP 33.

I signed in and got in the elevator (lift for Brits) bursting with excitement. An older lady joined me and said she was also there for a class. I couldn’t imagine her shaking her booty but hey if that’s what she wanted to do, good for her. As we chatted it became apparent that she was actually here for ballet, I think we were both more at ease when we realised we wouldn’t be in the same class!

I got to the fourth floor and joined the excited group of women also waiting to release their inner Beyoncé. This is my dance crew, I thought, oh fabulous, I wonder who will end up being my BFF?!! One girl piped up “I went to the third floor by mistake and they were doing a ballet class, I watched for a few minutes. How do their bodies do that?!” I didn’t say anything but secretly thought I probably could with a little training.

The other class finished and it was our turn to go in let’s do this woop woop.

I instantly loved our instructor Kevin Fraser who gave us a run down saying “if you’re here to work out then work out, if you here to look cute and whip your hair, then you whip your hair!” Love it!

There was a cool bird helping Kevin out with his classes (she was becoming an instructor) she was v dancerish, even had her dance pants one up one down (what is that about?). We had a fab warm up and started getting into the dance mood with some chest out booty in and vice versa exercises. I was so excited, this is where I belong, at last!

We started dancing, it was part of a routine that looked easy enough, which I thought I could easily master. I was shite, like proper shite, my dreams of becoming a dance instructor flew out the window faster than a Concorde jet. I didn’t understand it, where the fuck is my inner Beyoncé, is she still on Christmas break, that bloody bitch!! I was uncoordinated, turned the wrong way and for the life of me could not get my arm to move in tune with my opposite leg…..disaster.

I did have the most fun though and was reassured watching others who were also struggling, well equally as shite as me (maybe they’ll be my new BFFs). There was also birds who picked it up straight away (smug bitches), bet their inner Beyoncé’s were right there for them.

Despite being shite, I loved the class, it was so much fun and everyone had a laugh. It’s not serious and you can do your own thing if you really want to. One girl asked Kevin “which way are you rolling your body” he showed us how he was rolling and then his assistant (the cool dancer bird) said “if the other way works for you just go that way.” Kevin shouted “options, you all have options.” This really is the general attitude, the main thing is that you have fun and I did, so much so that I am now looking to sign up for another class!! I only hope that my inner Beyoncé saw my pitiful performance and is back in time for my girls only birthday night out!

In other news, if my terrible dancing wasn’t enough to drive me into hibernation, I have also pledged to join Toastmasters. In some study conducted somewhere, it was found that people are more scared of public speaking than death. There is even a name for this fear Glossophobia. I was telling the wife how I was one of them people who hated it and how I literally go to pieces. She told me about Toastmasters and encouraged me to join, I didn’t of course, why would I put myself through that shit?!! But, new year, new me and I have decided to conquer this fear. I start Monday, will keep you posted!

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Getting a pep talk from my ladies before dance class!

 

 

 

This year I will mostly be mastering Pad Thai!

Well hello 2018 how excited are we all that you’re here! So just like a lot of people I’m all about “new year new me” and I’m pretty excited. 2017 was pretty awesome starting with a work promotion, a fun road trip in the middle and ending with us moving to the fabulous Vancouver.

So my new years resolution or 2018 goals for those who “don’t believe in new years resolutions” (insert eye roll) are:

#1 Master Pad Thai – the first time I ever went to a Thai restaurant was when I first met Mr C, and I got a right shitty on because you couldn’t get plain noodles Chow Mein style (these had become part of my staple diet, well actually I had them for dinner most nights with a big grease oozing spring roll). If you can imagine a scally (proper chav) sounding scouse-ish giving it pure attitude saying “whadya mean you don’t have chow mein” that was me. You can only imagine how Mr C felt though this wasn’t as bad as the time he took me to a seafood restaurant and my dinner came out with the head still intact but I digress.

After visiting Thailand and falling in love with this stunning country including the food Pad Thai became one of my fave things to eat. When I move to a new city I am always on a mission to seek out the best Pad Thai or even something that resembles the authentic version (you know not those Westernized ones covered in sauce).  When I lived in Edmonton my lovely work colleagues and I would visit Sawaddee in Sherwood Park at least once a week. The Pad Thai was so good that we always made sure we ordered the dinner size portion and not the lunch special portion. The service here was also excellent, they didn’t eye roll once when my work wife asked for extra peanuts every single time! I haven’t found my fave Pad Thai here in Vancouver yet so if anyone has any recommendations let me know.

I did have a first attempt on New years Eve at Pad Thai, I got the recipe from Nagi at Recipe Tin eats (side note Mr C thought he was hilarious when he said her name sounded like mine, he literally could not stop laughing at his own joke #dontbeatwatnath). This recipe was so yummy except we used the wrong noodles; Noodles are noodles right, no they are not you pair of tits. We ended up with a big pile of mush but even better Mr C did not shell the Prawns properly. Chewing on Prawn shell is not pleasant.

We did do a cooking class when we were in Thailand maybe I should just dig out the recipe book!

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Enjoying the fab Thai food we cooked at Pum’s cooking school on Phi Phi Island

#2 Run a marathon – I have signed up for the Vancouver marathon in May and keep telling myself I have ages before I have to start training! This weekend I will be purchasing a lovely new running jacket and runners, it is sad I know but these things will help me to get out and started. I AM NOT MATERIALISTIC!!

#3 Visit Peru – Complete the Inca trail – Bore off with ya all inclusive holidays, why would anybody want to lounge around a pool being bought drinks all day. Sounds awful eh! We would much rather go exploring and risk becoming home to some random flesh eating bug and see the wondrous Machu Picchu.

#4 Drink less – Boooo I know boring right but Mr C and I have agreed zero drops of booze during the week. It will be interesting to see how much money we save!

I think that is enough to keep me busy.  I do also intend on getting a job in the next few weeks, I guess that should be a priority!

In other news, I have signed up for a fun looking dance workshop with RSVP 33 which a friend told me about. I just know once I’m there they will be so impressed when my inner Beyonce comes out and give me a job. That’s it, I will become an instructor woop woop. I just hope that my inner Beyonce can dance as well sober as she thinks she does when she is drunk!!