Yeah, I'm a stage mom.

My kid is freakin hilarious.

I feel bad that she thinks that you're supposed to lip synch every song you love.

Except "Dontcha" by the Pussy Cat Dolls - she thinks she needs to sing that very loudly as we walk through the market.

She rules.

Oh, pick up lines really make me happy!!

If I was a tree and you were a squirrel . . .

would you bust a nut in my hole?

The left side is my side of the bed.

I get super excited about things really easily. I dont know - that's just how I am. I am an optimist to the core and the green straws at McDonalds for the Shrek the Third promotion bring me a little over the edge! But honestly, life is really so full of many things that can bring you down, but there are also so many things to get excited about. Like green straws . . . like new fitness curriculum for kids . . . like baseball games (especially the nachos) . . . like K-1's and 1099's (ooooh, taxes) . . . like sugar wafers showing up in the vending machine at work . . . like waking up with cute hair . . . like riding the train to Chicago with Elle . . . like buying graduation gifts . . . like not running out of gas when driving home from St. Louis . . . like longevity gifts and medical pens . . . like winning raffles you never knew you were in . . . like walking around downtown . . . like going to happy hour events with fake names and careers. Yes, the list could go on forever.

These are the things that wake me up in the morning and keep me up at night.

Don't really use the word suck that often.

Have to skip the LSAT in June – already life is getting in the way. I am going to Savannah for a work trip – a very enjoyable work trip, but nonetheless work – and I have to be there by June 11, the date to take the LSAT. Tried to get a late flight out, but being Savannah there are not many options. Thought I could fly to Atlanta a day early, take the test there and then fly on to Savannah – but even that won’t give me enough time. It really sucks. I guess it gives me more time to prepare for it, but I was so ready to go and do it. Have been taking practice tests – been scoring in the 160s and 170s (okay 171’s the highest, but still . . .) – am ready to go. It would suck to wait another 3 months – but maybe I can work on my reasoning skills and work on getting a perfect score. Where’s the fault in that argument?

Still sucks. I’ll be in Florida for a month, Savannah for a week, DC for a week and at band camp for 2. Not much time to improve my score, really. And I’m studying to get my EA which is all during that time. Oh well.

But it’s beautiful outside today. That doesn’t suck.

This weekend

I am going to St. Louis this weekend to judge a dance competition. Never really been before besides quick in and out or passing through on the highway. Any suggestions for a night out? Any good food? Any Cuban food? I'm going to the Obama kick off on Friday night because I will miss it here on Saturday - I promise a post about that. Maybe I'll figure out how to post pictures. . . no promises.

In Pain

So yeah, I survived the weekend, thank you very much. Now if I could just recover from my multiple training sessions, life would be a little brighter. I am shopping for a personal trainer and am fortunate to have the opportunity to try out 4 different trainers before I make a committment. But that also means that I have had to schedule sessions one after the other and my ass is getting kicked! I like it, don't get me wrong, but this is just not right. I started coaching a little soccer team yesterday and the 3 and 4 year olds were beating me in our drills. And I was trying! My legs no longer work. And it hurts to laugh. But if anyone needs a good personal trainer, I've got a few suggestions. . . Now if I can just decide.

29!! OMG!!!

I welcomed in my birthday last night at midnight singing karaoke and being felt up by gay men. That is exactly how I spent my 21st birthday - except my skirt was a lot shorter, my hair was blonder, and I'm sure I was wearing glitter. Oh, and now I have a curfew. I absolutely love my birthday, and being on Cinco de Mayo Eve, I always stretch it out as long as I can. I'm not so hip on being older, but damnit - you get older every day, your birthday is the one day (or three if you're lucky) that you get to celebrate being alive. If anyone is out tonight at Union Station or Brookside or walking around the Crossroads - you'll know who I am: I'll be wearing a tiara, smiling like I just ate your secret stash of chocolate and parading around like I'm the fucking queen.

Because today, I am.