- That the punishment for telling the truth will always be better than the punishment for lying. The reason kids lie is because they're afraid of getting in trouble- trust me, I know! In the beginning I used to always tell the truth and I quickly realized that I was in DEEP trouble. I decided early on that the punishment for lying could be no worse than the ones I received for telling the truth, plus I got the added bonus of doing what I wanted to do in the first place. If kids know that they can tell you the truth without being grounded for life, I think there's a much greater likelihood for an open dialogue and that your children will believe they can really come to you to talk instead of to someone else who might be giving them very bad advice.
- Always stick up for the underdog. If someone is being bullied then you come to the other person's defense. There is no excuse or justification for cruel behavior and it's so easy to jump on the bandwagon of picking on someone who is too shy or too afraid to stick up for themselves. By coming to that person's defense you will show others your true character while highlighting that bully's lack of it. And while sometimes it may be hard to be that person who openly goes against and defends the person it's popular to pick on, ultimately, they'll feel better about themselves and others will soon recognize their true worth in spades!
- No matter what they do, you will ALWAYS love and support them. A child or teenager should never be afraid to come to their parent because they fear their parent will stop loving them. They should know their parents will be their advocate throughout life, their biggest fan, and a constant source of love. Of course that doesn't mean a parent should just say "do what you want, it's your life," they should be a guide, pointing out when their child is in the wrong and what they should do to fix it. And sometimes, if their kid has wronged someone else, or hasn't followed through with something they should have, a parent should be there to right that wrong- not just for their child, but for the other person, and to be an example of magnanimous love. As parents, I believe it's our job to right our childrens wrongs until they do so, or else it's just a poor reflection on us as parents. But ultimately, every kid should know that beyond a shadow of a doubt, no matter how badly they screw up,- their parent(s) will always be there for them, with open arms full of love. Think of the prodigal son!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
She was miserable and really suffering, unable to sleep and having contractions on top of contractions, with little break in between. On Saturday I had to go to my 8 and 1/2 hour anatomy and physiology class so I couldn't''t be with her. I stopped by after it was over and her face was white with pain, tears in her eyes. It was really hard for me to see her like that and knowing I could do nothing about it. Well, I did bring her a yummy slurpee and her favorite Halloween gum, but what I really wanted to do was go to that hospital, tell them who my dad was, and make them admit for real! But I didn't- sanity prevailed :)
Going to class for 8 hours really takes it out of you and I was exhausted. This morning (Sunday), in the early hours, I got a text message that baby had arrived and both he and Sara were doing great. At 3:30 am, with her water still not broken, she couldn't take the pain any longer and had her husband drive her to the hospital. When they checked her in, she was six (6) cm dilated! Six cm and no water breakage- can you imagine!? She'd been having contractions 1-2 minutes apart for almost two entire days. To me, she is rock star!
They doctors and nurses had to do some serious rushing to get her doctor there and her prepped and ready to the OR (her family didn't even have time to make it!) so that they could section the baby out. He was breech, so this added a little bit more drama to the situation. This morning at 5am their son was born, 7 lbs 5 oz!
And let me tell you, he is beautiful! Such a handsome little man. Spencer and I went up there after Sara had a chance to nap- which was much needed since she hadn't slept in 48 hours. I charged my camera battery and was ready to start taking pictures when I realized my memory card wasn't in there- ugh! I'm still so mad at myself! Her son (no name until I can make sure it's okay with her) is so much bigger than Lila, who was born at only 8 months (just like Spencer) and was a teeny tiny little preemie of a baby.
When I held him I had Sara's husband take Spencer and Lila to play to the little park at the hospital grounds, as she tends to get a little jealous when she sees me holding other babies! As he was snuggled in my arms I caught a whiff of that newborn baby smell and tears sprung to my eyes. It was a reminder of how fast Spencer is growing up and how she's never going to have "that smell" again. I wish someone could bottle up newborn baby smell- I mean every new baby smells just like it- surely they could make the scent a lotion, right? Anyway, I just felt so many different emotions holding the little man, much different than with Lila, since Spencer was still technically a baby when she was born. I didn't have this ache in my heart that my little baby wasn't a baby anymore.
After we left we had to go to their house and feed their dogs- they'd been "forgotten" in the haze of pain and labor. Tomorrow, before we head back, I need to go to the store and buy him a little hat. They only ones they had left at the hospital were pink and Sara wasn't too thrilled with that. Any recommendations on where to find one? Hopefully I will be able to get some really good pictures to post for ya'll tomorrow! But for tonight, I'm just completely zonked out. Two "family" babies born in one weekend and one marathon class have completely rendered me exhausted!
** Addie Update- She is off the ventilator! This is just amazing for such a tiny little baby. She'll have to be in the hospital for at least, the very least, 2-3 months, but every tiny step forward helps. The local Quantum House (like the RMDH) is full, but they've been added to the waiting list. The hospital where they're at (the one that has the NICU best able to treat Addie) is quite a long ways from their home, so they were really hopeful that something would become available to them before Katie is discharged tomorrow. Since it looks like that might not happen, please pray that a spot will open up for them very soon! And for Katie who is recovering from her weeks stay in the hospital plus the c-section surgery. Thank you and please keep the prayers coming! **
Thursday, September 24, 2009
This week on Kelly's Korner Show Us How You Live, we're continuing with the recipes, but this time it's our favorite go-to dessert recipe. I'm finding this to be very difficult, because there are just so many wonderful desserts out there, I could bake my whole life and still there would be more things to try. I have a two favorite recipes, the first takes a little bit more time, but it's SO worth it, and the second is great recipe for when you need something yummy in a hurry or with minimal effort.
For a great, gooey, sinfully delicious taste of chocolate bliss, it's these wonderful chocolate cake brownies. I did a whole post on it here - Look at it here - but here's a shortened version of that post. There are only a few ingredients, and I'm pretty sure you'll already have everything hiding somewhere in your pantry or cabinets - all you need is sugar, flour, salt, butter, cocoa, baking soda, buttermilk, eggs, vanilla, powdered sugar, and milk. If you don't have buttermilk - which I NEVER do, here is a trick: In a measuring cup, add 1 tablespoon of lemon juice or white vinegar and then add enough regular milk so that it equals 1 cup. Let it sit for 5 minutes before stirring and Voila, buttermilk.
Combine in a mixing bowl:
- 2 cups flour
2 cups sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
- 2 sticks butter
- Add 4 heaping tablespoons cocoa.
- Add 1 cup boiling water, allow mixture to boil for 30 seconds, then turn off heat.
- Pour over flour mixture, gently stir until it cools down a bit.
- pour 1/2 cup buttermilk
- Add 2 beaten eggs
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
- 1 teaspoon vanilla
- Melt 1 3/4 sticks butter in a saucepan.
- Add: 4 full tablespoons of cocoa,
- Add: 6 tablespoons milk
- 1 teaspoon vanilla
- 1 lb minus 1/2 cup powdered sugar
Stir together and as soon as it's mixed very thoroughly, pour it over your warm cake that you just pulled out of the oven.
Be careful not to pour too much at time, it thickens as it cools, but when your first put it on there, it's still pretty thin.
And that's it. Let it cool and then enjoy!
- One 8 oz package of cream cheese, softened
- 1/3 cup of sugar
- 8oz of whipped cream (or cool whip if you want to make it a little more healthy)
- One Graham Cracker crust. If you don't want to use a store bought one, here's an easy recipe.
- 1 cup heavy cream
- 1/4 cup sugar
- 1 teaspoon vanilla
Gently stir/fold in the whipped cream or cool whip.
Pour into your crust and refrigerate at least 2 hours.
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
This week on SYTYCD the auditions are in Boston and the guest judge is Tyce Diorio. My favorite thing about him judging is that Cat gets to say his name a lot and I love how she says his name, it cracks me up!
Teddy Tedholm - If It Kills Me, by Jason Mraz - He's a lot of fun, very unique. I can't tell if he's an excellent dancer or anything, it looked a little spastic to me. But the audience gives him a standing ovation and Nigel says it was beautiful to look at for his subtleties and that a lot of people will vote vote for him. Mary thought it was crazy/brilliant and clever. I do think he will probably do well on the competition, because he has a lot of personality. He gets a ticket straight to Vegas.
Jean Lloret - He is an insanely amazing b-boy dancer, I mean fan-freakin-tastic! I've never seen moves like that before from anyone! I rewound it three times because I just couldn't believe some of the moves he was doing, like one armed handstand push-ups, while spinning around in a contorted position. As soon as a video goes up on YouTube I'll put it up. All three judges stand up and wave tickets, they don't even do a critique.
Channing Cooke - A Beautiful Mess, by Jason Mraz - A lovely contemporary dancer, I think she'll benefit from having her routines choreographed for her. She's very athletic and strong, she showed the audience her very defined bicep muscle and in the preview she was doing gymnastics on the beach. They send her to the choreograph round and then on to Vegas.
Ryan Casey - Fantastic Voyage, by Coolio - Another tap dancer! I can't believe how many great tap dancers there are this year. He's a bit awkward and very tall, but his tapping skills were great and I had fun watching him dance. He gets sent to choreography. He doesn't get to Vegas this year, but he had a great attitude and said he's only 18 and he'll work harder and be back next year.
Russell Ferguson- He is a krumper and no dancer who's been a krumper has made it to Vegas. I'm not sure that I get the genre, but he seemed very talented. Nigel said "In the words of Lil' C, that was buck!" They want to make sure that he's trained in other styles so they send him to choreography. He's obviously a very trained, very talented dancer, and he's going to Vegas!
Fabrizio "Breeze" Jenkins - I don't know what his style is, I think it's a popping/locking and something else type fusion. He was interesting, he fell over in the middle of the dance, but he recovered well. I don't think he will be making it to Vegas, but Nigel wants to see him in choreography. I'm surprised. Nigel also makes some reference to Mary's ancestors being from Salem - implying that she's a witch I guess. Breeze has some trouble in the choreography round and he leaves before dancing for the judges again.
Karen and Matthew Hauer - Ballroom Dancers - They were very good, I guess I'm going to end up comparing all salsa-esque dancers to Jeanette, and that's not fair. But I liked them, I especially thought it was great that they're the first husband and wife to ever make it Vegas. The judges loved them and thought they looked like movie stars. Off to Sin City.
Gene Bersten - Boom Boom Pow, by the BEP - He seems to be ballroom/jazzy, but the doesn't have a partner. His routine his a lot of fun, he gives Mary some lasciviously glances, and then unbuttons his shirt for her! Mary doesn't like how much he moves his eyebrows and every agrees. It did look a little ball room dance competition-esque. They send him to choreography and then to Vegas.
Paul Magliato - Viva La Vida, by Coldplay - I said I'd write about the really bad ones, and this was really bad. He wore blue spandex pants and shirt that wasn't quite long enough. The routine was akin to an ice skating routine and he's 46 years old - which he said wouldn't stop him. I hate to write mean things about people, especially when it seems like their heart is broken by the harsh words of the judges. I don't know if he really thinks he can dance or if he was playing it up for the camera- either way, I felt badly for him. They are not sending him to Vegas.
Montage of bad dancers with Tyce giving particularly harsh comments and they call him Dr. Evil. My favorite was "watching you dance is like watching paint dry."
Kevin "K'Bez" Hunte - Boom Boom Pow, by the BEP - He's a hip hop dancer and I really liked him. He auditioned a few seasons ago and since then he's been working in contemporary. I felt like the judges were a bit harsh, especially Tyce. They send him to choreography but they were so mean to him, I don't know how he'll be able to perform! But he does and he's going to Vegas.
That's it folks, next week the auditions continue in Atlanta!
They are only moving a few blocks away from their old house, so it's not that she's going too far away or anything- it's just all the memories that I have there. It was my home away from home for so long. When I graduated college and moved back in with my parents I would spend many nights there as an "escape" from feeling like I was still in high school. After I moved into my apartment during law school, I would go there to "escape" from the tedious life of a 1L. When I had to move back home because of my very unplanned pregnancy with Spencer, I spent many nights crying on her sofa snuggled up with her dogs. It was actually in her upstairs bathroom that she informed me my pregnancy test was indeed positive. After Spencer was born, her house was my place of refuge, I could go there and just be Katie instead of Katie, unwed single mother.
Good things always happened to me there. I'm not a lucky person, I never have been. I don't win contests, my slot machines never pour out the big bucks, and if a bird is flying above me and 100 other people- he'll poop on my head. But something about her house was lucky for me. I'm sure if I lived there I might feel differently, glad to get into a bigger house that has a kitchen large enough for a table and a hot water heater that doesn't go cold after 5 minutes. But that house has been the one constant thing in my life since graduating. When everything was in question and my world was spinning, I could always go there and feel at ease, just comforted by being there.
Next week when her new little boy enters this world, the final move will take place while she's still in the hospital. Most of their things are already there, but the "life blood" of their home is still at their old house. The new home is wonderful, beautiful, and spacious while the old one is small(er), crowded, and aging. But it was their starting off place, where they got engaged and where they started their real life together. It was where I started my real life, too. I'm excited to go to the new abode for our first Wednesday with three children instead of two, but I do feel like a huge chapter in our lives is closing. It's a grown up house and I still have a hard time seeing us as real adults. I often feel like I'm just playing a part in a play and any day now the curtain will close and I'll be an immature teenager again. Is that crazy? Am I the only one who feels that way?
I'm sure it's painfully obvious to anyone reading this that I have a difficult time accepting change. It's why I've let bad, bad relationships go on too, too long, why I have nightmares when even entertaining the thought of a new hair style, why I resisted getting a DVD player for years after they became standard fare (I had over 200 VHS tapes! I didn't want to start an entire new collection), why I keep my size 4 pants in the bottom of my drawer (because of course I'm going to fit into them one day), and why I insist on blowing out the number of candles of the age I'm turning on my birthday (I can still blow them all out, even with 27!). And as I get older I'm realizing that things are changing more often and much more quickly than I'm wanting it. I guess that's just a part of growing up and being a real adult.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Spencer and I were outside this afternoon playing in the backyard. She was picking buttercups and I was watching her squeal in delight. My elderly next door neighbor was also outside enjoying the beautiful day underneath of her patio umbrella. She was talking on the phone and I couldn't help but hear her booming voice- my buttercups and her patio are right beside each other.
I'm helping Spencer make a bouquet of the flowers when I hear this from my 75 year old neighbor- "I only put store bought meat in my mouth, I don't put [insert Richard Nixon's nickname, otherwise known as a slang term for the male genitalia] in there."
My first instinct was to try and skulk away, whispering to Spencer that if she stopped picking flowers I'd give her some ice cream as soon as we got inside. I just wanted to escape as quickly as possible. Miraculously, she obliged and ran to the porch to await her Haagen Das vanilla treat. Spencer rarely does what I ask her to do the first time- she usually gauges how serious I am and then reacts accordingly- but today she listened. (Insert the Hallelujah Chorus)
The whole scene keeps popping back into mind, along with an involuntary shudder. I know that I didn't do anything wrong, but I feel like did. Although I am VERY grateful that Spencer wasn't paying attention to her, because she's turned into an excellent mimic, and that's the LAST thing I need her repeating over and over again! Can you imagine??!!
We don't have all that much interaction with this neighbor, but we see her every single day and usually say something "neighborly" to each other. Am I making too big a deal of this, because I've been known to do that before? I'm sure that I might have found it amusing had Spencer not been there, but she was there. And it was just yesterday that she ran around saying "damm it" after I said it when I stepped on one of her magnetic letters that she'd thrown on the floor. I'm pretty certain if she went around saying Richard Nixon's nickname, someone would call CPS.
Before the above events occurred, I did manage to take these super cute pictures of Spencer. I have the overwhelming need to end this post with them.
I found out last month that my high school friend was having surgery to remove a tumor from her breast. Although the word lump was used in the place of tumor. Then came the news that it was a tumor and a very aggressive form of cancer. Courtney is 27. Exactly two weeks younger than me. 27.
A few weeks ago I got an email from one of our good friends, telling me that she was having a surprise reunion party of the old gang for Courtney. She had seen her bucket list, and one of things on it was to have all the girls get together for a night. The girls- or the Fabulous Five- as they called us our freshman year of high school. We all grew up together in the same neighborhood, played flashlight tag on summer nights, swam on the swim team, and boy watched at the mall. We not only grew up together- we grew up together - becoming the basis for who we are today. 27.
Because of the aggressive nature of her type of cancer, she'll be receiving both radiation and chemotherapy. Because of the aggressive nature of her cancer she'll be receiving many alternating types of the most potent variants of chemotherapy. All of her hair will fall out. Courtney has beautiful hair. She recently cut it shorter in preparation of the upcoming day, but it was always very long, cascading down her back , thick and lovely. 27.
Dinner was over all too soon, and for the rest of us, we were able to return to our normal lives. Courtney doesn't get to return to her normal life as a labor and delivery nurse, she returns to fighting for her life. The next time she walks into the hospital where she's worked for years, she'll be a patient. She won't be coaching the mothers as they push out their babies- she'll be the one who needs the encouragement as she sits for hours, hooked up to an IV of chemo. 27.
When I think of breast cancer I think of my Mema; she was a breast cancer survivor. But she was 65 when that diagnosis came. When I think of breast cancer I think of being old, or at least much older than I am now. Insurance doesn't even cover routine mammogram screenings until you're at least 35, and that's the minimum. I rarely do self breast examinations- I'm too young to really be worried about that. Except I'm not. It never occurred to me that I could possibly be at risk for breast cancer at this point in my life. I'm only 27. Courtney is only 27.
If there's anything that I could impart to you right now, it would be for you to engage in some breast self-love! I have never been so intimately involved with mine as I've been this last month. And one of the benefits of frequent self-examination is that you will be able to detect any changes. You won't assume that something has always been there- you'll know that it hasn't. Here's a link to a guide to help you. And here. Finally, I'm asking you to pray for my friend. Not just that she'll be a survivor, but also for her spirit- breast cancer is a very depressing thing and fighting it can be soul crushing. If you're reading this then you're old enough to start frequent and routine self-examinations. 27.
Some Other Good Links:
Susan G. Komen for the Cure
National Breast Cancer Foundation
Mayo Clinic Breast Cancer Symptoms
Thursday, September 17, 2009
This week on Show Us How You Live, the topic of the day is our "go-to" recipe. I'm not much of a cook, but I've made this recipe many times and it's easy and delish!
Hidden Valley Ranch Crispy Chicken
3/4 c. corn flake crumbs
3/4 c. Parmesan cheese
1 pkg. of Hidden Valley Ranch salad dressing mix (powder)
Make sure that you use the powdered mix and not the actual dressing. It's in the same aisle as the regular ranch.
Combine corn flake crumbs, Parmesan cheese and dressing mix in a zip-lock baggie- set aside. Melt butter. Dip chicken in melted butter and then coat chicken with crumb mixture. Put the piece of chicken in the baggie (one at a time), seal it up, and shake it until it's coated. Bake uncovered at 350 degrees for 45 minutes.
I like to cut my chicken breasts in half to make them thinner, so if you do that, it doesn't need to cook for 45 minutes. For me, it's 25-30mins, but if you make this way, just see what works for you and your oven.
That's it- Enjoy!
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Auditions are starting off in Phoenix, Arizona and Mia Michaels is the guest judge. Did ya'll hear the news today about the 3rd permanent judge? Apparently the powers that be decided that they needed a permanent judge instead instead of a roving one and Adam Shankman is the newbie. I'll be interested to read why they decided to do that.
Sasha Mallory - First Love by Adele - She had some pretty powerful jumps, I wasn't a huge fan of her routine, but I have a feeling that she's a pretty amazing dancer. She made it to Vegas in Season 4, but she was only 18 then, and she thinks she's better prepared this year.
Allison Becker - You Found Me, The Fray - She's deaf! She doesn't have the best technique, but it's obvious that she loves dancing. You wouldn't be able to tell that she's hearing impaired by the way she dances. Mary begins to cry because she had a deaf cousin who wasn't able to see the joy in life. They put her through to the choreography round and then to Vegas.
Jacob Jason & Willem de Vries -Make You Feel My Love, Adele- A same sex couple- we all know how Nigel feels about that! I actually thought they were pretty good, it was certainly passionate. Mary and Mia both begin to cry because of their courage and passion. Nigel thanks them for showing him that same sex male ballroom dancers can be very strong and very good. he then asks them to go to the choreography round and then they both go to Vegas!
Jarvis Johnson - Hit the Dance Floor - Unk - He has some pretty sick moves and he's super hyper, like a ball of energy on crack times twenty. He does an impressive Moonwalk and actually dances right out of his shoes. I had fun watching him dance. Nigel calls him a dancing fool and he gets sent to the choreography round. He collapses during that round and then goes home.
Montage of Bad Dancers. There's a lot of referencing to the aliens having landed. And there are a lot of strange dancers.
Kelsey White - Only Fools Rush In - Ingrid Michaelson - Lovely dancing, nothing too special. She tells Nigel that the aliens have kidnapped her once before and Nigel walks off stage. They put her through to choreography. They want her to try out next year- she doesn't go on.
Jonathan "Legacy" Perez - Watch Me Now - He's a b-boy dancer and quite phenomenal at it! I really enjoyed watching his routine and he gets sent right through to Vegas.
That's it! Next week auditions are on the East Coast.
Monday, September 14, 2009
I planted my poppy seeds (for flowers) back in April. They finally bloomed last week. For months now I thought I did something wrong, or my seeds were defective, or I was defective at planting. But then this magnificent bloom appeared out of nowhere and I was so happy. This is a Scarlett Poppy, although it's not red, so I'm not 100% sure why that's her name. (And yes, it's a girl!)
Last night I fell asleep during the VMAs! Of course I managed to watch the highlights today and I guess I missed a lot. I know everyone's talking about how awful Kanye West was to Taylor Swift, but all I could think about was Lady GaGa's wardrobe. Could someone please tell me why she dresses like that? Is there a real reason or is it just to be different?
I also have a prayer request- Spencer's cousin went into labor last night and she's only 27, almost 28 weeks, along. The doctors were able to get the contractions stopped, but her water did break, and right now they're just trying to keep the little one inside for a few more weeks. So please pray for her and husband, they're both wonderful people and very scared right now. Thanks!
Friday, September 11, 2009
(What can say, I was a drama queen).
All these thoughts are racing through my mind and spilling out of my mouth, as I told my best male friend as we walked together. He said all the right things, but I could tell he was thinking I was acting nutsy. We walked into Morton and it was eerily quiet, we looked at the clock and it was a few minutes before 9am. As we got to our classroom I saw the tv turned on, there were students gathered around it. No one said anything, tears glistening in their eyes. Neither of us still had any idea what was going on, we saw the first tower on fire with a hole in the side, but the reality had yet to sink in.
And then we saw something else, it was like a horror movie where you're helpless to do anything but watch. The second plane zoomed into sight, obviously headed in the direction of the World Trade Center, and then it disappeared into the other tower, as though it had been swallowed whole. A ripple of cries, screams, and gasps went through the room and then the building.
Everything I had been worried about before left my mind, I was now convinced that this was the End of Days and the end of the world. No one on the news was able to give an explanation other then America was under attack. A few minutes later we learned that a plane had crashed into the Pentagon, which was only 90 minutes from Richmond. The next speculation we heard was that "they" were moving down the East Coast, and that the FED in Richmond was being evacuated, as the possible next target. Our cell phones wouldn't work and the Internet had crashed. I felt so helpless. But it got worse when they speculated that the next hit might be the nuclear power plant, which is in the Williamsburg zone or Camp Peary, in Williamsburg, which is a CIA training ground.
I felt trapped. Against the advice of my friends, I hopped into my car and drove home. No matter what happened, I wanted to be with my family. I was only a sophomore and we weren't allowed to have cars yet, I just happened to have mine because of rush. The roads were empty. I saw only a handful of cars on the hour drive to my house.
And we watched the news, listened to the stories, and then came the realization-the feeling that nothing would ever be the same again. It's easier to forget that day, to pretend that it didn't change the course of American history forever. It's not a day I like to think about, but I feel a responsibility to remind myself of it every September 11th. For those of us who were lucky enough to not loose anyone we love, I think the anniversary can become an abstract day of remembrance and ultimately "just another day." But for so many, it's when lost their life as they knew it- something impossible to forget because it's defined their every day since then. And it's for them that I choose to remember.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
This is Spencer texting. Today she tried to put on deodorant after I did. I guess tomorrow she'll be shaving her legs. My little baby girl, two going on twenty.
This round of auditions starts off in Los Angeles, which is a departure from the norm, it usually ends there, or it's one of the last cities. I hope they don't make me fall in love with any dancer only to never show them again and then pick dancers for the Top 20 that we've never seen before. Adam Shankman is the guest judge.
Mollee Gray - Super cute girl who's been a dancer in all three High School Musicals. She just turned 18 and this was the first year she could try out.
Brief snippets of:
Bianca Revels- She wasn't going to try out again after getting cut last year, but she decided to give it one my try. I think that was a smart choice, because she really is a phenomenal tap dancer.
He and Bianca do a "tap off" that was pretty incredible, she does some pretty sick moves. It makes me want to break out my tap shoes and do a few time steps!
Amber Williams - Her mom was paralyzed in a freak accident during back surgery - she dances to a beautiful song that I'm going to download in minute, Always Midnight by Pat Monahan. She's a great dancer, I enjoyed watching her and she was so light on her feet, like she was floating across the floor.
Snippets of contemporary dancers:
Paula van Oppen
Phillip Attmore - He's another ridiculously talented tap dancer and a great showman. I think he just might give Ryan a run for his tapping money! They know each other and tapped together when they were on tour in Fosse.
That's it, off to Glee!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I don't usually say this kind of thing, well that's not entirely true, I don't usually write out this kind of thing, but Jon Gosselin is a douchebag. There's really no other word for him, at least not one that accurately describes his level of dirt bag.
I was dumb and there really wasn't much else on tv so I decided to watch the Prime Time special with the interview of the Father of the Year. I feel guilty that I even gave up 30 minutes of my life for this craptastic display of ... I don't know the word... but he was just so mean. I don't care if Kate is witchy-b, she doesn't deserve to have the father of her 8, eight, children go on tv and proclaim to all the world that he despises her. Yes, he used that word- despise, which Webster defines as- to look down on with contempt or aversion, to regard as worthless.
Sorry for this rant, but my blood began to boil as I was watching this father completely and totally trash the mother of his kids. And I remembered back a few months ago when he said he was worried about his kids googling him one day and what they might read. Um, well I think when they watch this it's going to be a whole lot more damaging than a google search!
Okay, all done. Wait, not yet, he also said that he loved his new 22 year old "soul mate" more than he loved Kate. Yes, he actually used that word. I think I just threw up a little. Alright, now I'm finished!
Monday, September 7, 2009
I know a lot of states start school sometime during August, but in Virginia, when I was of the "school aged," we had something known as the Kings Dominion Law. It mandated that public schools were not allowed to start the year before Labor Day- in large part because of the tourism industry.
I've always loved going back to school, school supply shopping, and getting my new school year wardrobe. It was something I was so ready for by the beginning of every August. There was never any dread about starting school again, just the anticipation of all the great things I imagined would happen that year. I could never sleep the night before, even more so than on Christmas Eve. (Isn't that crazy?) My dad took me to breakfast every year on the first day, even in high school when we had to get up at 5am because my ride was picking me up at 6:30. (Yes, I was too cool for the bus by the 9th grade).
I guess I'm one of the lucky ones who have nothing but glorious memories of my formal schooling years. I guess I'm doubly lucky that I have nothing but the same memories of college, too! But that's beside the point. Erma Bombeck once said "There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child." And how true is that? I've spent every year since I stopped believing in Santa Claus trying to recreate that magic- the magic I once felt. But I also think there's something very sad about waking up on Labor Day and knowing that you aren't going to have your first day of school tomorrow. That those years have passed, this is now an ordinary day, and tomorrow the school supplies will all go on sale.
I'm sure when Spencer starts kindergarten the same feelings will return, but I can't think about that now because it makes me teary. I know people always say that some of the Christmas magic returns when your children start believing in Santa, so I'm hoping the same thing applies to this craziness I feel about the first day of school! Sometimes I can't believe that era of my life is over- it will never happen again- it just doesn't make sense to me. When I was growing up I always remember adults telling me to enjoy my youth because it goes by too fast. I used to think they were nuts, because I was enjoying my youth! And now I think that might have been really bad advice, because I loved my youth so much that it's really, impossibly hard for me to let go of.
I've always thought it's unfair that we're young for such a short period of time and then old for the rest of our lives. Now that I'm getting older my definition of old is of course changing a bit, haha, but the day is going to come when there will be no about it- I'll be old. (The Lord willing.) And it's days like today that remind me of how fleeting this whole thing is. One of the Bible verses that's always haunted me is James 14:4 - You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. And there's nothing I can control about that.
Today is my bestie's birthday and we celebrated as we have done every year, reminiscing about old times and the good old days while wondering about our futures. A song came on the radio from that time, reminding us of our youth, and suddenly the memories came flooding back of the angsty days gone by. And I was happy. As much as I loved my youth, I'm looking forward to what's still to come. There are still the feelings of butterflies and anticipation about the tomorrows in my life. I'm so lucky that I have such wonderful memories but I'm even more thankful for all the ones I still have to make.
Happy Birthday Sara!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
We went to the doctor on Friday and Spencer now weighs 31 lbs and is 35 inches tall! She got a bunch of shots and has not been the happiest camper since then. I hope everyone has a wonderful Labor Day weekend!
Friday, September 4, 2009
Something for me!
That I didn't order for myself!
I had to force myself not to open it until I got back to the house- so I could savor the moment, haha. When I got to my porch I sat down and opened the envelope, reading the card first. It was from my college Roomie, Beth- kind and encouraging words about me going back to school.
Tears immediately began to well up in my eyes as I closed the card. I started to open the little box underneath of it and that's when I saw these perfect, darling earrings.
The Fleur-de-Lis is the flower of my sorority, Kappa Kappa Gamma. It's also my favorite symbol/design/motif and I have them all over my house. Bethie was in a different sorority, but she still remembered that after all these years!
Aren't they so cute? When I saw that they were little Fleur-de-Lis earrings, the brimming tears in my eyes came spilling out and I felt so thankful, filled with gratitude. This whole week I'd been feeling unsure about going back to school, nervous that I wasn't as smart as I once was, and thinking that I might have made a mistake about everything. Then the mail came and I read Beth's thoughtful card, saw the sweetest earrings, and I instantly felt her support and encouragement. And did you notice the message on the card holding the earrings? It says:
LIVE IN POSSIBILITY
Thursday, September 3, 2009
3rd Grade, I was 9 years old. This was the last "semi cute" picture I would take until I was 14. That's 5 years of bad pictures!
This was in the 5th grade, too, these were taken on Valentine's Day. Just in case you wondering why I'm in ALL red.
You know you wanted a close up of this "classic picture!" haha
7th Grade. It's a little improvement, but not much.
This is probably the picture that shows the biggest jump- this was at the end of 8th grade, one year after the picture right above. I was 14.
Senior year, at our last game. I'm third from the right.
High School Graduation
My 20th birthday
Last day of my Junior year of college- 21 years old