RIP Andy Hallett. Sad.

Angel star Andy Hallett Dies of Heart Failure at 33.








My favorite green, karaoke-singing, horned demon.

What 6:45am Looks Like

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Overheard

After six hours of playing on a Saturday which included a trip to the coffee shop for cinnamon rolls the size of their heads:

Juliana's Friend: I'm bored. Maybe we should go back to my house.

My lovely daughter: Yeah. Your house is fun. We NEVER get bored at your house.

To My B.F.F.

Want.

I Do It For the Joy It Brings

I went to dance class last night for the first time in a couple of years. I took a modern/jazz class at Danceworks which is the same class I used to take after we first moved to Milwaukee. At the time I had a hard time getting the energy to go at the end of the day after taking care of Ava and running Juliana around to soccer and stuff all afternoon. This time I'm really hoping to attend the entire 12 week session. After that i may even consider taking a ballet class. It's been NINE years since I've been in ballet so that's a little more intimidating. Especially because i always had a love/hate relationship with ballet in the first place.

Anyway, the kids in this class last night (and I do mean kids) had a weird effect on me. I didn't really feel old since I'm quite capable of keeping up and even though my technique isn't in tops I can still pick up choreography faster than most people. So yay for that! What got to me was how much a couple of them reminded me of they way I used to interact my old college friends. They were obviously in many classes and rehearsals together and it made me miss that. I still remember what it was like to have every day of my life be all about dance but it was different to see it in other people. I felt like getting all old lady on them and saying You young whippersnappers don't know how lucky you are! But I didn't. Because I'm already the mom in the class and I don't need to be the weirdo to boot.


1998

The Rock Obama

Love it!

Lake Effect

Snow is fun in December, not in MARCH. (Or April for that matter, but that's another story.)

Lack of Inspiration

My blog is sad and neglected. I know this but I don't have the heart to delete it all and be done with it. It's not that I don't spend a lot of time on The Internets, it's just that I'm usually wrapped up reading other, more productive people's blogs, uploading ridiculous old photos to Facebook and Twittering my every move. (Don't you love how Twittering is a verb now? I do.) My birthday is coming up this week. Yay? Maybe I should make a commitment for year thirty-two to be more interesting. I've definitely got to think of something to do for my actual birthday because I'm not spending it in Vegas this year. Boo. I'm definitely getting massage and going for a long, long, run but that is all on my agenda as of now. Suggestions?