Louise Holds a Handful of Rain

Thanks dear!!

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*Before class, hit a healthfood store: they should sell a homeopathic cough syrup by boiron that should help you survive class with your lungs INSIDE your body. {{empathy}} {{healing hugs}}

*and perspective: Dad has to cough. Fairly often. With his insides all chopped up and a 35cm incision healing. THAT is pain, to look at it. (It's hard, as you know, watching your Dad near tears from pain).

*Kharma points indeed for not killing cat.

*how is it 10 years since we finished undergrad??? EXPLAIN THIS TO ME. And I share your angst about love life and all that shite ;). Believe me. We are ok and not at ALL Failed in our potential. We are just slower to fulfill it ;).

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Hugs P. Thank you dear. I have some cough stuff, but it's really only partially useful.

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indeed on the only partially useful. and let's face it, the coughing is good in so far as helping get rid of the virus. It's just damned irritating! also, horehound might help make the cough more productive, and thus end it sooner....

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cofax7

The giggling gave it away. Cam paused at the corner, cocked his head, and turned around. He simply could not walk right by that laughter: it was the soundtrack of his high school years, and even some of his time in the Academy, but sadly missing in most of his postings since.

He followed the laughter--which was interspersed with gasps and even hoots--around a corner and down the hallway. Level 21 was mostly labs, but there was one briefing room here, tucked into the corner for when it made no sense to go all the way down to 27 or up to 19.

The door was teasingly ajar, but not wide enough for him to see anything more than a flash of--was that skin? And then he heard Vala: "No, no, Colonel, you've got to put your hips into it. Like this--"

There was a silence punctuated only by soft stomping and harsh breathing, and then Sam replied, "Okay, I think I see it. Lemme try again?"

"Very well," said another voice, whom Cam realized, his eyes widening, was Teal'c.

Something clicked, and suddenly there was music: eerie chanting overlaid on thumping drums, and a jingling sound that sounded out of sync with the rest of the music. What the hell--?

But Cam couldn't see anything now, and he leaned a little too close to the door, which fell open, propelling him into the room in his startlement. "Woops!"

He wasn't sure what to look at first. Vala lounged across the room, feet up on a chair, her fingers dancing with the music on her engorged belly. Teal'c appeared to be manning a boom-box, next to which was stacked an array of cd cases with bright covers. And Sam was in the middle of the floor, spinning.

Or she was; she stopped suddenly when Cam fell into the room, and spun around defensively. "Cam!"

She was wearing her sports bra--the same one he'd seen on P3F-991 when they fell in the goop--over her BDU pants, but she had a gold chain hung with bells strung around her hips. As she turned, it jangled and glittered, sparkling reflections onto all the walls of the oh-so-prosaic conference room.

"Colonel Mitchell," said Teal'c, nodding gravely but with a hint of malice.

"What the--?" Cam couldn't even begin to ask. "Do I even want to--"

Vala stretched out one perfectly-manicured toe and yawned. "Can't a woman get a little girl-time in this place, painting our nails and learning belly-dancing, without being disturbed by all the testosterone?"

Belly-dancing? "Ah, right, okay--except--" Cam couldn't stop staring at Teal'c, who had more makeup on than Cam had seen since a repertory theater showing of Velvet Goldmine, and a gold tank top shimmering with sequences. He hurt to look at.

"All forms of dance are worthy exercises for the warrior, Colonel Mitchell," said Teal'c. "And belly-dance, as the Tau'ri practice it, is not unlike the ancient form of sha-ra-tel practiced on Chulak." His voice was as solemn as ever. "Are you sure you would not like to join us?"

"Daniel wouldn't," pouted Vala, to Sam's snickers.

But there was glitter on Teal'c's eyelids, and Cam so wasn't buying it. "I'll ah--I think I got some reports to file. But y'all have fun--"

The laughter chased him all the way down the hall, Teal'c's bass notes underlying the two women's lighter tones. Oh, man, with the sequins and the eyeliner and the glitter--it was gonna take more than a run and a shower to get that image out of Cam's mind.

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Wiping tears of laughter away. Hacking as I giggle to myself.

OMG - If I didn't adore you utterly before now, this would totally seal the deal!

Mwah!! Thank you!! That just... oh man, that just made my entire month!
Belly-dancing? "Ah, right, okay--except--" Cam couldn't stop staring at Teal'c, who had more makeup on than Cam had seen since a repertory theater showing of Velvet Goldmine, and a gold tank top shimmering with sequences. He hurt to look at.

Oh god, runs to the restroom so I can howl uncontrollably!
Hee!

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cofax7

I aims to please. *g*

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Never read LJ in the lab.

"Very well," said another voice, whom Cam realized, his eyes widening, was Teal'c.

Was the point where I let out a high pitched, "Ah-- Heeee!" and scared my techs.

The image of them all is so clear in my mind -- fabulous!

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In the practice room, the women caught each other's eyes and doubled over (in Vala's case, bent forward slightly) in laughter.

Vala lifted an eyebrow. "Don't you have a phrase, 'straight but not narrow'?"

Sam grinned. "I think it got trumped by 'don't ask, don't tell."

Teal'c lifted an eyebrow. (Vala, impressed, made mental notes. The man was a master of eyebrow-fu.) "A man who cannot do coin rolls is a man who will find no partner at the solstice dances."

"Um, coin rolls? The cylindrical kind?" squeaked Sam.

Teal'c and Vala held an eyebrow-off. Teal'c won, but only by a hair. "Coin rolls. You place a coin at the top of the abdomen, tumble it down the abdominal muscles, and catch it in a cup."

Vala grinned. "The kind of cup is left entirely to your imagination."

Sam's eyes got wider. "Wow. It must take killer abs."

Teal'c looked so smug that he nearly cracked a smile. "It does."

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cofax7

So fab. And Teal'c with the killer abs!

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In response to a request by

cofax:

coin-roll video

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Hee - I have seen this done live (With 6 quarters, all being rolled seperately down and back). It was cool and so beyond creepy that I finally had to look away:)

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jonquil.livejournal.com

That is a downright scary amount of muscle control.

I have my first class next week! I'll be thinking of you in between noticing my complete lack of core muscles.

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You will be totally lost the first class:) Do not let that stop you or discourage you! The learning curve is astronomical.

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i don't think you're pouting or whining... and i'm sending you many *hugs*. also, a cat peeing on your afgan *on* the bed while you're in it? jeez. feel better soon, drink lots of elderberry tea. *more hugs*

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The cat normally pees on the bed when I'm not on it, it was just a particularly vile choice of his to not even pretend!!

And thanks dear!

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some people on my friends list have had good luck with a product - feliway or something, I think- when their kitties take to peeing in inappropriate places....

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Thanks for the advice. I'll check it out. I'll do anything at this point. He's such a little fucker. It's a deliberate action.

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yep. annoying as all get out. Feliaway is apparently a horomone spray that creates no-go areas for them. I just did a quick google (just "feliaway") and there was a fair bit of useful info in different discussion groups etc. Hope you get some relief!

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I ran across this article today, on "inappropriate elimination" by Cats - it's from a popular local-to-me wholistic vet. Thought you might be interested ;).

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a very vile choice. kind of like the time i was visiting a friend and their cat decided to puke on the bed. meep.

here's a true story, speaking of animals and the choices they make...my mother's favorite border collie 'morag' once ate an entire wheel of brie. we'd just put it out on the table in preparation for a dinner party, and turned around....presto-chango it was gone. she was a bit ill for the next few days.

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Oh dear. ::huggles you::

Hoping a nice weekend of snuggling under (hopefully pee free) covers listening to the rain will help a bit?

(I'm planning on it doing wonders for me ;-)

I do hope things get sorted for you soon. Just being able to breathe should help. Have fun shaking all parts that can shake tonight!

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Hee!! One of my favorite things to teach is this giant shimmy where if you're doing it right, and you have an ass, everything shakes and jiggles and shimmies hypnotically and it's like giving yourself a massage:)

And thank you! Having a low key weekend will be good, and I think C.'s belly dance fic cured me of my self-pity:)

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One of my favorite things to teach is this giant shimmy where if you're doing it right, and you have an ass, everything shakes and jiggles and shimmies hypnotically and it's like giving yourself a massage:)

Ooh, one of these days, you must teach me this. I'm certainly equipped for it! :P

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You should so, so come take my class on Thursdays or Fridays!!!

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Ooh, you know, I think I might enjoy that quite a lot. Fridays are probably not good, but Thursdays might be quite doable.

I'm sure I'd be terrible (I may have mentioned once or twice how uncoordinated I am ;-) but I'm sure I'd also enjoy it. When I was taking a Latin-flavored jazzercise class before I had knee surgery, I used to love to Samba. *g*

Can you email me with time and location details? mmalone 73 at hotmail dot com.

Hee!

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*Am ultra depressed about life, love and job. God I hate that sort of malaise. It's particularly pervasive after a week of petty illness which just makes one feel vulnerable and cranky and out of sorts

Am going through the same malaise (t'is the season!) so I hope you don't mind if I get a few giggles from *your* cheer-up fics. :D

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