Sexy Photo Shoot

Okay everyone...I will never tell what happened at amature night. You'll just have to dream :)

But I will say that I recently had a sensual photo shoot done. And it was awesome! In a sensual photo shoot you are allowed to dress up in lingerie, pasties, thongs, or nothing at all :). Click here to see some of my pics: http://www.schoolofsexy.com/

Go to photos and then click on sensual photo shoots. Can you guess which pictures are of me? I'll give you a hint: There are 6.

Anyway, it was really fun and I got some good pics to give my hubby. It cost $99...and it was totally worth it.

Other than that, my naughty vixen is staying inside.

Last night, I choreographed the most amazing lyrical piece I've ever done. It was to a song called "Better than me". I will video tape it and post it here tomorrow....promise. It gives me the chills when I dance it.

Watch "So you think you can dance" tonight to see who gets eliminated. My favorites are Twitch and Comfort:

Finally a new post

Okay, this post is for my sister Tina who thinks I don't blog enough.

So....I own a pole dancing studio right? Right.
Women take pole dancing lessons right? Right.

Well, this one particular woman decided that she wanted to take her new skills to a more professional level....amature exotic dancing. So she decided to pick her birthday to do such a thing. I marked the date on the calendar...found a baby sitter...and invited my husband to go along for the ride.

So last night, we went to go see my student do amature night. I know 90% of the strippers who work there, so it wasn't a surprise that my husband was wanting to be introduced to all of the girls.

Anyway, it was "Paradise's" turn to dance (that was the stage name she gave herself). Keep in mind, she's a very large woman with cellulite, stretch marks and saggy boobs. But, strip clubs have this magical thing called a "black light". It erases everything.

So she performed...it was kind of terrible. She was moving way too fast and kept doing the same three moves over and over. It seemed like the song would never end. Her husband was there to support her...she mainly danced for him. She didn't take off any clothes. She was actually very covered up.

After she danced, all the dancers talked me into going to the back room to "talk". They tried to talk me into doing amature night too because one of the dancers had split her foot open on one of those magical "black lights". So there were only four girls left to work the whole night...forcing each dancer to dance every four minutes or so. So, the more dancers and amatures they had...the better.

While trying to talk me into dancing, they showed me cute costumes, gave me a stage name "pixie" ( I have short hair). They even explained the rules:

1. Don't grab your ass
2. Don't come within four inches of your vagina
3. Don't reach off the stage for a dollar bill
4. Don't grab your breasts
5. Don't take your clothes off (amatures must dance fully clothed)

These sounded like pretty reasonable rules. I wouldn't have to take off any clothing, I wouldn't have to touch myself...just show off my pole moves. But, in the end, I didn't dance...or did I?

There you go Tina. Let your mind wander :)

Too many tears

Hello everyone!

I hope you had a wonderful Mother's Day. Mine was fantastic minus all of the freaking tears.

We woke up late and I made breakfast. My mother-in-law was kind enough to give me the secret family recipe and my husband bought me the necessary kitchen tools to make them. My first ten totally sucked, but the last three were great :)

Anyway, we stayed in the house for a while and watched some movies. I can't remember what the first one was, but I cried so hard. Oh wait! It was Reservation Road. If you want to cry many tears, get it.

Then my daughter and I went to my mom's to wish her a happy Mother's Day. She gave me a gift certificate for dirt (rock, topsoil, mulch) and some belly button rings. My brothers and I went in on an i-pod for her. She called it a walk man when she opened it. Funny !

Then I decided to take a trip to my cousin Jessica's. I walked in the door and Jenny was at the top of the steps. (FYI Jenny was on meth, went on t.v.show Intervention, went to rehab, dropped out). So this was the first time that I had seen her since the Intervention. It was sad.

I got to witness her giving her mom a mothers day gift. She gave her an unwrapped rechargable flash light. It was used. But she was very sincere, and I could tell that it was all she could do. It broke my heart. The old Jenny would have hand crafted something from wood, metal, fabric, and paint. Wrapped it up in something beautiful presented with a card.

But the new Jenny isn't capable of that anymore. She is still on drugs, but I think her new mental status comes from too much Meth and Heroine. Even if she gets clean, I think her brain has suffered too greatly. She is gone.

So on my car ride home, I sobbed for her. I truly feel sorry for her. At the Intervention, I told her that if she didn't get clean, I wouldn't speak to her any longer. Well, I just don't think I can do that. I believe Jenny is now mentally declining and she will eventually die from her disease. So I am going to make every effort to spend time with her.

I feel kind of lucky. It's as if I have warning of her death. I get to tell her all the things that I want. I get to cherish the moments with her knowing that they may be the last.

Anyway....so it was a sad afternoon.

Then I came home and watched another awfully sad show called "P.S. I love you". Oh my god, I thought the first show was bad, but this one was a doozy. I have never cried so hard over a movie in my life. If you are married to someone you love with all of your heart, you need to rent this show.

Balancing work and family

It's so hard to balance my dance studio with my family! My husband has cleaned my house the past two Saturday's. I felt like a failure. I only made two home made dinners this week. We have spent so much money on fast food...it's ridiculous!

But hopefully all of that is behind me. I've been so busy this last month because I've been redecorating my dance studio. See the new place:

But it doesn't compare to this:

I kind of lost myself this past week, but hopefully this Mothers's Day Weekend will pull me back down to earth :)

Happy Mothers Day everyone!

www.danceogden.com

She's Back :(

For those who don't know, I entered my heroine addicted cousin, Jenny, to be part of a show called "Intervention". After much hard work (submission of video's, pictures, family letters, contact lists, privacty agreements, and much more), she was accepted to be part of the show.

The producers told her that it was a documentary about addiction. She didn't know she would be on the actual show "Intervention".

Anyway, she accepted help and agreed to enter a 90 day program in Northern California. The freaking place was right on the beach. She had a chef, driver, and the best treatment money can buy.

She stayed 29 days before running away and catching a flight home (courtesy of her drug dealer).

Needless to say, I'm very disappointed...no, I'm PISSED! Jenny appears to be back on heroine and meth. I haven't seen her, but she has spent the last 4 days with her old drug friends. So I assume they're back to their old tricks.

I don't want to speak to her until she is sober...but something tells me I will attend her funeral first. Jenny has overdosed on heroine 3 times this year and almost lost her life. She's basically walking dead.

If $80,000 worth of treatment and all the family support in the world won't help, nothing will.

I give up!

She's back :(

I suck at Mommy "ing"

My daughter's sleep schedule is so off. She usually goes to bed bewteen 12-1am. Then she wakes up at 10:00am and rarely takes a nap during the day. I don't know what to do. I have lots of work to do at night, and she won't go to bed with the dad.

She even sleeps with us. She hasn't slept by herself in over two years. Yeah, it's taking a tole on our sex life, but she's soooo cute! So yeah, when it comes to the sleep department of raising a child, I officially suck.

Here's some cute pictures:

How many uncles does it take to find the missing easter egg?

The family at Grandma's house on Easter: