Recitals and rain.

Well, as Lexia did a lovely job of explaining...recital, especially Friday night, was a hot mess, but of course, it's all over now and I must say, the fifth time was a charm as Suday night's show was by far the best. For starters... booties, boobies, and cooches OH MY! I think in the dressing room I heard "who has the butt glue?" about 174 times. But of course, that's just one of the many highlights. I commend Kelly beyond measure on her solo as she flawlessly danced almost her entire solo with siver streamers wrapped around her entire body. Funny that that would happen to her for her legs are sooooo long. My solo wasn't an epic fail but I still feel that it could have been better and suppose no matter what we'll all always feel that way. On a funny note, during a quick change on Saturday I smacked my forehead on the corner of my metal makeup case. I haven't laughed and cried that hard in so long...seriously. To make it even more hilarious though, it happened about two mintues after Melissa had been telling me how much of a mess I am (we were talking about my multiple allergies and other random bad things). I must say though, smacking my head and having this cute goose egg might just be worth the laughter and tears that eveyone got to experience. Leave it to me lighten the moment.



Lexia's taken some AMAZING photos of the show and I can't wait to see the rest of them. Finally I might have some good pictures of me dancing. That woman is a beast on so many levels. Her photography for one thing then of course her choreograhpy and...she not only looked and my grotti, incredibly painful foot, she fixed it. Who would know to put orajel on your foot and second skin on your foot and wrap it up with some tape but her? It didn't bother me for the rest of the show. Thank God she'll be there in L.A.!

Both my car and bedroom highlight the insanity of last weekend. Glitter, the herpes of arts and craft, is scattered throughout my car, my dance bag, and tattooed into the floor of my shower. Costume pieces remain the hamper I'd thrown them in Sunday night, and my makeup case has yet to be sorted through. I guess it just looks like too big of a project to do during my "unwind and relax" time.

It's been raining all day and all I've wanted to do is curl up in my room with a book or maybe just sleep. I was getting my hair done and my hair dresser was going on and on about how the weather was making her want soup. I love rainy days. It kind of ruined my plans to go to the beach but...oh well.

Appendectomies, vegan cupcakes, and febreeze candles...oh my.

So as my world has been more than somewhat altered in the past few weeks, I've found myself using almost every moment as a learning opportunity. Embracing change and finding peace and joy in my moments alone as well as discovering the unique relations between myself and several of my acquaintances has been the breath of fresh air that my life has been desperate for.

Unfortunately, in the midst of my revelations, I discovered that my wonderful friend Emma was in the hospital after having an emergency appendectomy on Wednesday. The news was rather frightening but I know that she's a trooper. She's still in the hospital and very sick but the doctors are working hard to figure out what exactly is wrong. I just hope that she gets better and that they can find a way to make her more comfortable while they get to the bottom of it all. I know from experience that few things are scarier than being in a hospital no matter how sick you are or what the circumstances are and that she's longing to be back in her own home. Friday afternoon I sent her flowers after searching for over an hour for something a little more unique. Emma enjoys those out of the ordinary things as well as being able to nurture something so I was hoping to find some sort of tree or orchid but between the fact that I couldn't find a plant that didn't look like it should belong in a funeral home and the orchids (plus delivery) were out of my price range--thanks to my oh so copious pay check--a cute arrangement of roses and daisies was selected and found their way to her hospital room via Teleflora and her lovely parents.

I've always been one to enjoy spending time alone but never have I realized the pure serenity in it. I'm noticing, more than ever now, how quickly things, people, and feelings can change and taking it all in can be an experience in itself...let alone dealing with it. I'm one of the most non-confrontational people out there and I had the first honest argument of my life the other day. While it was about something that truly upset me, the fact that I was fighting with a best friend made it even harder and actually rather sad. The whole ordeal began though text messages and the combination of the issue being discussed and the fact that I'd found myself in a ridiculous fight with my best friend made me want to cry. I eventually threw my phone onto my passenger's seat and just went over to their house to finish out the debacle. Not fun. I guess I could chalk up the whole ordeal to a learning experience but I'd rather just not be in those situations.

So as I eat a vegan cupcake, inhale the scent of my favorite febreeze candle, and pray to something that one of my dearest friends gets better soon, I shall remember to keep an open mind in this ever changing realm we call life.