Emily's final performance...

So Emily had her dance recital and Gymnastic performance last month, but i'm just getting around to getting the pictures off the camera and able to post some.

Yes, she is the tallest girl in class and being skinny doesn't help the tallness make her stick out even more. LOL

But she had a good time. So here are some pics and if I can get the video downloaded...there will be video too!

After the performance, then they had free time to show us what they had learned. Emily showed us her stretching and balance beam.

She was showing Dad how she can do it by herself.

Tomorrow I'll post her Dance...

XOXO

Comment Verification...

I'm sorry fellow Bloggers...But I have to enable the word verification and comment moderator because I am getting a lot of spam comments in the last two weeks. And it's driving me crazy! Bare with me please...

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High School Reunion...

I am sitting here watching High School reunion on TV and wondering about real life. Have you seen the show? They take 10 people from a class back in the 1980's and stick them in Hawaii in one house. They take one from each class of people or cliques. A nerd, a jock, a bully, a cheerleader, etc. and they spend two weeks together going on dates and confronting each other on things from the past.

It's kinda funny to watch how pathetic some people are. They just can't let go of their high school years. But it also is sad to see the heartbreak as they confront their bullies or fears and try to move on.

If you think about your school years, High School stands out more then say your elementary years do. High School had the most memories. First love, first BFF's, first freedom, first date, first formal dance, first driver license, first car, first kiss, first sexual experience for some. Depending on your High School years, it made or break you.

I think my HS years, were by far the best ones. I finally felt comfortable with who i was, I let myself enjoy life and made some great friends and memories along the way.

It does break my heart to see some people who have never been able to let go of those years. Who still thrive to be the center of attention. Or can't let go of a lost love. The boy who longs to be the class clown in a business meeting, or the girl who longs to be with her quarterback boyfriend. They can not move on and live their lives fully while they still live in the past. They are missing out on this life that was given to them.

I hope they find peace. I hope they come to accept themselves for who they are now, and not who they were then.

XOXO

I'm in a Funk...

It's true. I have been in a funk for a few weeks now. Winter Blues? Not enough sleep? Depressed? Stressed? Worn out? You name it, I probably have it. I haven't blogged much lately because I don't want my crappy mood to rub off on you kind folks. And I really have been far-fetched to find something positive to talk about. So I stay quiet.

I have the baby blues. I know, I know...I am way past the baby making stage. And no worries, DH had that snipped the second our last was born so I could not have these feelings and talk him into it. Because let me tell you, had he not I would SOOOOO be workin that whole angle on him. My babies are 13 & 9, and yes it's nice having them beyond the baby/toddler stage and independent, I miss the baby stage. I miss the smells, the unconditional love, the holding and staring forever at them, the showing off, the "i can't believe i made this person" feeling.

I have the "I'm sick of my life can I run away to a tropical place and never come back?" blues. So really, can I? Would that make me a bad mom? I'll even take them with me?

I have the ever eternal tiredness that never leaves no matter how much sleep i manage during the day. It makes it really hard to motivate myself to go to work. To do laundry. To put on make-up.

I am eating junk again. Haven't been to the gym in so long I don't want to tell you because I'm ashamed. That 6lbs I lost? ya, it's back. The Holidays happened, Arizona happened, life happened. I can't seem to motivate myself to get back. And it's been raining for like 40 days and nights now, so I can't walk with my BFF who would show up at my house every morning and kick me in the butt and stand over me while i grudgingly put my shoes on and she shoved me out the door and on to our 2-3 mile walks each morning. Is it weird I miss that from her? Hmm...that's another post someday.

So the good thing is that I consciously know I am doing all these things. And I am telling myself to pull it together and move on. And then that little voice in my head says "there's always tomorrow"...

XOXO

Heartbroken today...

Have you ever unintentionally hurt someone before? Hurt their feelings by unknowingly saying something that you meant no harm by but was taken in a totally different manner? That's what happened to me.

Let me back up a little. Have you ever Text, IM or emailed and the words taken the wrong way? Written words are forever. You can not recall them. Can not erase them. Can not deny them. But most importantly, you can not tell a persons intentions via the Internet. You can not tell the tone of voice it is implied, the facial expressions being used, the LOL or OMG of it.

What was said was meant harmless by me, but read differently by another person. So who is really to blame? And why do I feel so bad? When I didn't mean it that way.

That person gave me a piece of their mind about it, and although I rebutted, I have not heard back from this person. Thus I feel even worse. I try to equate it to age difference. Young and inexperienced in Life lessons, to perhaps my more mature frame of mind??? But when it comes down to it, someone was hurt by what I said. And I feel terrible. Not because I am guilty of malicious doing, but because it affected this person greatly and I have now come to the conclusion that some things or some areas of topics should never be discussed.

Today I put myself in this person's shoes. I reflected a lot. And I suppose, being where this person is, feeling about life like this person is, that I probably would have taken it the same way. In fact, I probably would have stewed and been pissed. But I also know I would never have said anything to that person. So it is admirable for this person to confront me so we can clear the air and move on.

But it doesn't make me feel any better. Some lessons need to be learned the hard way. And even at my age, there are still many lessons to live and learn.

*sigh*
XOXO