Gyargh!!

You know, the word "exam" is very powerful. It can create tension where there was none before, make beads of sweat form on one's forehead, and even activates a study instinct in the most indifferent students. It tears through a person's life like a plague; in fact, exams are like a plague in many ways. You feel terrible while you're experiencing it, and you only feel satisfactory when you're done. But then, when the results come back you feel awful again. It's simply the most torturous act a school can give its students.
So all I can say is GYARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE! LET IT SNOW 'TIL THE DAD GUM COWS COME HOME!!!!!!!!!

I wake up. I look at the clock. It reads 6:03. I wish I could sleep in 'til nine, I think. But then I think, Just two more days. Then you can sleep in 'til the cows come home.
NOT!!!
I get out of bed and gather up my clothes for today. I walk into Mom and Dad's room, where they're watching the local weather. I ask, "So is it a snow day?"
Mom replies skeptically, "Not yet." I grudgingly enter the shower. Mom knocks on the door and opens it just enough to let me hear her voice.
"You can go back to bed. It's officially a snow day."
"What?!" I cry.
"Yup. It's a snow day."
After a hurried shower, I run into their room once more. "So it's really a snow day?!"
Dad says, "The first snow day Clark County has had in 29 years."
So all I have to say is let those dang cows stay out as long as they want.

The Choir Concert

Wow. Julie's concert was (and I hate to say it) way way way way way way way way way way way way way cooler than our concert. They had "snow", candy canes, and even Santa Claus! But Julie was the best part. (And for Becca's sake, the advanced choir was awesome as well.) Although, I believe Whitney was the only good soloist. The others were profoundly terrible. (I feel like I'm a review/critic/thingy) But now I'm just rambling, even though Whitney was obviously the best one. Okay, goodbye now.

P.S. No one gave us a standing ovation at our concert.

Living La Vida En Pointe
(It wouldn't let me italicize en pointe in the title bar)


I have finally gotten around to taking pictures of my real, live, pointe shoes! Also, FYI, Russian sizing is weird.


Ahh........... Aren't they pretty?

Can you this with your feet?

One last pic. I just love looking at these things.

THE END!

P.S. I discovered size and color today!

A Very Charlie Post

I came home from my piano lesson to find Charlie sleeping on the high chair, not unusual, (make sure you wipe it off before you use it) except he was cuddling my stuffed mouse, Mo.

How funny my kitty is.

Also, I took this picture of Charlie's foot and I think it's pretty freakin awesome. :)
Ah, how much my kitty has grown...... maybe that's not a good thing. Charlie now weighs 13 lbs. He's gonna be a big boy.
Somehow the subject of boys came up today at dance (shock!) and I said, "The only boy I like is my cat."
Charlie's the only boy for me.........:P

Um, hi, my name is Cory......

Last night whilst watching The Sound of Music, we got a phone call from a nervous sounding voice.
"Um, hi, my name is Cory, and I found a cat named Charlie...." were the words Allyson told me afterwards. I thank my lucky stars for that collar and license that I just got him last Saturday! (by the way, to all you worried about the collar strangling him, we got this "safety collar" that breaks apart if it catches on something)
Oh, but not only was Charlie running amuck, he was on HOPI STREET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm so glad that somebody took the time to call us. Thank you, Cory.

Say Hello to Sammy!

While on an excursion to the Galleria Mall yesterday, we found out that some of the animals in the Build a Bear Workshop were able to be made for just ten bucks(!). I said, "Shoot, ten bucks, why not?"
Sammy has a purple heart that cost an extra dollar to be donated to the Junior Diabetes Foundation (something like that).

He looks so much cuter with his argyle sweater, I think.