The Crazee Chick's View of Life

You may remember our Black Friday escapade last November? (If you are a new reader, or have a short memory, click HERE for a recap) Anyway, last November as we parked our very hungry butts in the booth at Maggiano's Miss Kay came up with the amazing idea that we should all re-assemble in July, take a three hour drive down to the US, shop and have dinner at Maggiano's to celebrate our birthdays. All 5 of us agreed...because really, July seemed soooo far away that it was easy to say "SURE!"...and we all forgot about it. But not Miss Kay who, I might add, has a memory that would make an elephant hide it's brain in shame. June rolled around and out popped an email from Miss Kay reminding us of our plan. Well, we all juggled our schedules to make things work and in July we found ourselves breaking out in the early dawn, armed with Starbucks, a catchy music CD, a van and a lot of excitement. Yes, we shopped 'til we dropped, yes we all got schmexy pedicur

I was just tidying up the kitchen desk when I stumbled across the card my hubby bought for our anniversary next month. It is so beautiful and the words just melted my heart that I had to wake him from his afternoon snooze to kiss him and tell him I love him. ....and then I put it right back where I found it so that on our anniversary he can write his special words in it and make it even more beautiful. Oh how I love this man....

My FB status update today read: Good morning, Morning--after being very clear yesterday about how I loathe thee, I'm surprised you had the audacity to show your face around here again. I'm assuming you'll be here again tomorrow? Ugh... I find mornings, especially waking up, extremely painful. It feels like someone is pulling me through layers and layers of jello until I reach the consciousness 'layer.' After literally being dragged into awareness, it then becomes imperative that I open my eyes to quickly glance at the clock to determine if I have any time left to sleep. Happily, some mornings there is more sleep time alloted but most mornings there is not and then I must begin the painful process of keeping my eyes open. Oh the pain!! The light is blinding! My eyes are as dry as the Sahara dessert...and they refuse to stay open....partially because my brain wants to go back to sleep and partially to avoid the intense pain! Does this happen to us all? Do

Picture this scenario: Time: 5:00AM Sound: frantic footsteps in hallway; little boy trying to outrun a nightmare. Object: closed bedroom door Result: little boy hits door face first, goes flying, breaks door. Face: unblemished. Unbelievable.

You know those little quirks that you keep secret from your friends because you think they're too weird to share?  Well, the other day I got this email from Miss K and as I read it it became obvious that someone broke into my mind while I was sleeping and recorded all my quirky thoughts because it's too much of a coincidence to think that someone else out there might be as weird as me! What I want to know is...who got into my brain, how'd they get there, and where'd they find the pen and paper to write this all down? For your reading pleasure, I present: ( I the ones in bold are my heck-yeahs!) 1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die. 2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong. 3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. 4. There is great need for a sarcasm font. 5. Really, how ARE you supposed to fold a

For the last three years, we have faced decisions about dance. Decisions such as whether to go, whether to stay, and this year....whether to continue. For the record, just let me make it clear that none of these have ever been easy to make. Year after year we have shed many, many tears trying to do what's best for our girls. This year is no exception. After much thinking and praying, we have decided that Mo is going to leave the company team and reduce her dance commitment down to about 4 hours per week. Tap has always been her strength, and her love, so she will continue to dance with the company team in that genre as well as do a tap solo. The rest of the dance hours will be in jazz, jazz tech and a second tap class. She was honored when she was hand picked to be on an elite tap team but has been very mature in having to say goodbye to that honor as well. I am very proud of my girl. And sad. I will miss seeing her dance. To say that I love watching her leap, jump and spin