Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Look familiar? Scott took me to Monterey over Christmas Break to go to my favorite restaurant, The Old Fisherman's Grotto. We had such a great time. Just behind us on the rocks above the water is a huge sea lion with an ENORMOUS shark bite mark on its side. Scott and I think it was a great white, it was so huge. Scary! That's one luck sea lion. Wish we could have rubbed his belly for luck, but it may have hurt him... or it might have fallen off!!! Why didn't I take a picture of him?!

Oh my, what's that thing in the water behind us?! Loch ness? In monterey?!
By the way, I am a monster.
Oh, funny story. Scott and I were talking about marriage pretty seriously for a bit earlier this year. We even looked at rings a few times. He decided he would buy a loose diamond and have it set in a design he liked. I told him I liked princess cut. Months go by and we haven't talked about it much at all. One day I go to his computer to print something out, and there on his desk is this loose princess cut diamond. I freak out, naturally, thinking that this is some cute way for him to propose to me. But I look at him and he isn't watching me. I play it cool, wait for a while, see if he notices that I've seen it, but he never does. I pick it up and examine it. No reaction from him. I hold it to the light. Nothing. I put it down, not wanting to spoil anything he's planning. "Oh no, what if I wasn't supposed to see it?!" I wondered. I could hardly contain it, but I kept my calm and pretended I never saw it. Days went by, and every day I needed to print something out. Each time I went to the computer, that diamond was still sitting on his desk. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I picked up the rock and looked at him with an awkward smile and asked "what's this?". I expected a grin, a wink, maybe a laugh, or bells and whistles to go off and balloons to fall from the ceiling. You know, the usual. Yeah, no. He looked at me with a totlally straight face and said "it's yours". I didn't quite know what to say. Was he proposing? I felt a huge grin grow across my face as I turned red with excitement. I tried to control it and stay cool, but I couldn't help it. He must have seen me force my contorted face into a momentary question mark, because he went on to explain "it fell out of your earing back in October, remember?"
HOLY MOLY!!!!!!! I burst out in laughter (inside only, of course. on the outside I was cool as could be). "Oh! Right..."
"Yeah", he said, "I found it on the floor downstairs a while ago.
"Thanks". A couple hours later I told him what I had been thinking and we had a good solid laugh.
FYI, no wedding bells here just yet. Certainly not this summer, and fall brings school, so not this year. Don't hold your breath. I finally exhaled a few months ago, myself. We're good. Just dating. Scott loves his growbox. Built and planted it himself.
We LOVE his apartments' spa and swimming pool. Funny people hang out there playing catchphrase late at night. Good times.
Many moons ago, Scooty and I decided to have a funny face photo shoot. This is the result. Yes, I am aware that they are all sideways. It's more fun that way. So there.

I forgot to change my face!

Scooty let's me cut his hair. He would prefer to have it cut every week, so strong is his hatred for hair that touches his ears or exceeds one inch in length. I, on the other hand, refuse to cut it more than once a month. This last round, he actually let it go for two months!!!! Woohooooo!
Maybe we should have omitted the extreme close-up... He looks creepy and I look sleepy.
Camera Shy? hi me.
hi you.
I took Scott shopping several months ago to get him used to wearing something other than white shorts and a white t-shirt. It worked! Isn't he handsome?

Ok, I'm done now. It's after midnight. Time for sleep. Tata.

Not really.
I am going to see the San Francisco Ballet on Saturday night and I have to buy a formal (or at least super dooper nice semi formal) dress. All my friends are wearing slinky black dresses. You know the kind, the ones that only cover the bits that make it legal for you to be in public, maybe a little more. As I connot wear these, they all have been pestering me to be sure I wear something appropriate. They have suggested a thousand items each, none of which I can or will wear. Any ideas of where to look? I must have it by 2PM tomorrow...

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

...and I should seriously be doing homework. Half a portfolio for Teaching Creative Movement for Children, a research paper on Paul Taylor's "Aureole", a Modern Dance self assessment, and a review of Taylor Theis' latest modern weight-sharing piece are begging me to finish them by next Tuesday, and I'm spending the weekend in the Bay Area for National Dance week (expect pictures next week). But what am I doing instead? Oh yes. Blogging.

Oh wow.. I don't think I can watch this show anymore. Ocassionally, I peek over my shoulder to watch the latest happenings of Nanny 911. Most recently, a New York mom was cursing at her five excessively violent and noisey children, telling them that if they know what's good for them, they will stay away from her. Then mommy cries and wonders why her children swear and scream and hit. Seriously, mom? Really?

I can't stand it. Had to change it. When I'm sitting here dreaming of the day that I can have my own babies, strive to be as good a mother as the mothers in my family, and love them more than I can possibly imagine right now, I can't watch a mother blessed with five beautiful children teach them that they are worthless to her.

Okokok... homework calls.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Emma is hysterical. I sat her on my lap to take a picture, and after fighting for my camera for a while, she gave up and just sat there.
Then I looked down at her and she was doing this... She wasn't making any noise, she wan't yawning. She was just kind of shaking in this frustrated pose. I laughed for a few seconds and snapped a picture, then suddenly worried that she was having some kind of episode. When I stopped laughing she instantly snapped out of it and looked at me with curiosity. I smiled and she smiled back. Weird. Funny girl. I wonder if she was just frustrated that she couldn't have the camera.
Hey, those are mine...
"Gimme that camera!!!"
"oooo.... electronics.... gimme"
"I want it!"
"oh, but I don't want this"
"I look goooood"

Sunday, April 27, 2008

This is Scott's special habit. Isn't he adorable?! What a cutie. I made him pose for this, and it took a few minutes for us to keep straight faces. hehe. But if I hadn't been the one taking the picture, I would think that this was actually a candid shot. He looks just like this when he does it. Too cute. He doesn't even know he's doing it!

Also, I have posted music, finally! Hooray! Kelli and Carin, keep your ears open for that special song "And then he kissed me" from the '80's movie "Adventures in Babysitting". What a classic!

I've also posted a ticker to keep track of my runninggoal for the summer. I love to run, but I don't have time during the school year. So my goal is to run one hour every day but Sunday (6 hours per week) all summer long. I begin on the fifteenth of this month and end on the 28th of August (back to school. bleh) Wish me luck!

One last note, Scotty now has full access to our blog, so if he feels that I'm not getting enough homework done or not spending enough time with him (it's very limited as it is), he may retaliate by posting funny bits about me. Look out....

Friday, April 25, 2008

UDT Fall '07

I'm trying to fill everyone in on the last year of my life. Much to my shagrin(sp?...) significant events are simply not falling into chronilogical order in my head. My apologies if any of this is jumbled.
In November of '07, I performed for CSU Fresno's University Dance Theatre (UDT). The following are a ridiculous number of photos taken backstage (yes, that is what nervous dancers do backstage. we see how many pictures we can take before we go on). Funny bits of UDT:

Aimee and Anthony (two of my dancers). Aimee is in the costume for my piece and Anthony is dressed for his traditional Polynesian dance. He's fantastic! I am dressed for the opening piece, a Beatles tribute to "Come Together" by Kensington Stettler.
My dancers! Aimee, Anthony, Myself, Madeline, and Kensington. The girls with the red masks were a background trio against a duet performed by Anthony and Madeline (girl in red). The piece was called "Ain't Home". First half was in silence. Second half was performed to a rock song by The White Stripes' "Let's Build a Home".

Lexi and me
Jen and I have the jitters

There is something wrong with our faces (me and Lindsay Jo)

Maddie is my female soloist. What a doll.
Lexi and Jen are beautiful dancers.
Katrina Acoba's Modern Jazz piece. Katrina is in pink in the front row.

My stage manager is pondering the meaning of life.

I think Aimee is going to be sick...

Shanelle says she is president of my fan club. My stage manager claims to be treasurer.
Apparently they have a fund. They actually made T-shirts. These girls are nuts, but I love 'em.
AH!!!!! Five minutes 'til curtain!
HURRY! One more!

Aw, our friends love us.
Maddie, Julie and I somehow manage to squeeze a snapshot into our one minute quick-change.
That was a lousy performance. Better luck tomorrow night.

Left to right, Laura, Kensington, Taryn, Lindsey Jo, Dana in "Rama Lama Bang Bang"
Hysterical piece. Black lights, doll faces, and umbrellas. Good times

Taylor Theis (fabulous dancer), Aimee Brey (fabulous actress) and Laura Black. Backstage wishing we weren't wearing pounds of makeup.
Full finale "garb" and "beat" (costume and makeup).
Funny faces with the stage manager. Be nice to stage managers.
Pre-opening night jitters. And someone has given me bunny ears. I must identify them....

Why do I always make the same stupid funny face? Aren't I creative?