Crazy Cat Lady

Over chat sometime last week me and my favorite Ryan started talking about our love for all things Ani and Tori. Our obsessions became quite apparent and probably a little (ok a lot) overboard. After sharing multiple "favorite quotes" and youtube videos from both, Ryan made the comment that we were like crazy cat ladies except instead of collecting cats we collected people. Which made me laugh, and feel a little creepy, but then I realized it's probably true cause sometimes I talk about Tori or Ani like I know them personally, and I take very personal offense to anything negative said about either one...like crazy cat ladies do with their cat children.

Uh oh.

I wish there was video

Last night some of my family came to watch me dance at the Hockey game. It was fun to have them there, and since they were only staying in Portland for the one night I asked if I could leave with them before the end of the game to spend a little extra time with them. We had agreed that it would be easiest for me to come find them in their seats once I was done since I knew where they were sitting and I supposedly know my way around.

They were sitting on the 200 level, but the problem with getting there was that the elevator that had whisked them upstairs at the beginning of the game had been changed into down elevator to accommodate the rush of people that would be leaving shortly. So, I figured, no problem I know how to use regular stairs I use them all the time, I'll just take a set of regular stairs to the 200 level.

Except, none of the stairs I tried going up actually went to the 200 level, they bypassed that area and went straight to 300 level without even asking.

I was getting frustrated. How hard could be really to take ONE flight of stairs up to my family? I am not overflowing with patience so I went back to the down escalator gave it the once over and decided I could run up it. It wasn't moving that fast, and I'm (mostly) good at running up stairs. So, off I went, and it was going great. I was making progress, it was even hard at all, why hadn't I just done this to begin with?

And then? Then I got to the top. I was running and trying to leap of the final step but it kept pushing me back until...I fell. My bag fell over my head, my knees hit the ground and my shoes got a little bit chewed up by the teeth on the stairs. Graceful. I had to crawl the last little bit off, but I made it.

Who needs dinner?

I am attempting to make this:

It combines two of my favorite dessert things - brownies and cheesecake. I believe I am an expert brownie maker, and the only reason I don't make them all the time is because I have zero self control and can/will finish off an entire pan in one night.

I have never attempted to make cheesecake before, and even though it basically just involved mixing together a TON of cream cheese with sour cream, sugar and eggs I'm still a little nervous that somehow I messed it up. Although can you really mess up something that has 32oz of cream cheese in it? I would like to think that No, no you can not.

Jazzy Jill

Sometimes I like to dance, sometimes I love to dance, sometimes I'm really tired and would rather be sleeping, but... always I love teaching dance.

For a while now I've known that I also love Lady Gaga, she dresses crazy with a lot of sparkles and big hair. Her songs are fun and she has an actual good voice, not one that needs to be made good with machines and smoke screens. And then I started hearing and seeing interviews with her and it grew from mere loving to a sort of obsession.

So....Love Teaching + Love Gaga = Jazz dance spectacular:

I know I'm in the minority but....

I don't want pets. I just can't bring myself to care about them. I feel that over the years my character has probably been judged based on this fact. I can hear them now..."what kind of person doesn't like animals? Has she no heart? I bet she has a coat made out of dalmatian fur somewhere in that giant closet of hers.".....etc....

Still, I don't care. I can pretend to care...and once a in a while, if you catch me in the right mood, with the right dog or cat, I might ACTUALLY care for a minute. And then, inevitably I'll go back to the not caring.

It's indifference really. Probably the way those animal lovers feel when I start gushing on and on and on and on about my nieces and nephews, and perhaps even shove a picture of them in their faces. They don't really care, but they pretend to.

What I am not indifferent about however are strangers who allow their strange pets to get up on me. I have had a lot of these experiences over the years, and I always end up feeling like the bad guy cause I've just shoved some strangers dog out of my crotch. Again.."who shoves dogs? She must be a bitch. I hate her and her stupid blonde hair."

Yet, I feel like if I had a kid and allowed that kid to wipe their dirty chocolaty hands all over a strangers crotch area that would not be accepted. So how come I'm supposed to think it's cute when a stranger lets their strange dog (who might have just been licking it's own ass hole) do essentially the same thing?

I'm gonna just start looking at those people and saying..."I'm judging you based on your utter lack of consideration. Please get your dog off me in the next three seconds or you will be going to hell. I know people who can probably make that happen. Thank you."

Or, I could just get a shirt made with the following printed on it and put it on before going out in public. That could get the point across as well.

If a picture is worth 1000 words then I've done a lot of typing today

This was my first Valentine's Day with an actual boyfriend and I enjoyed myself. Neither of us think it's a holiday that is a very big deal but we spent the day together and he got me chocolaty surprises which is the best kind of surprise.

I can see clearly now, the rain has gone...

After my bout of doom and gloom I got to go home and watch my younger brother Ken come home from his mission. I always enjoy time with my family, but this was especially special. And to celebrate we went straight from the airport to my mom and dad's and stuffed our faces with food until we had to go lay down.

I also got to go to ballet/jazz class with my niece Abby. She's six, and right before class she got scared so I went in and did the warm up with her. After that she did great all on her own, she's such a cute little dancer!

The most random and fun thing that we did as a family though was play hide and go seek in my parents house. I'm not really sure how it got started, one second we were all sitting around talking about what game we were going to play, and then the next second all the lights were being turned off and everyone was scrambling to find a place to hide. I highly recommend incorporating this into your next family function.

Then, I think my body decided I'd had enough fun so I got sick. I slipped into a void of not moving. Today I have rejoined the world of the living and functioning, so far it's been a success...meaning I've stayed upright and awake but I'm about to head up to hip hop practice so that could change soon.