May Dance Recital, "A Night at the Movies"

Today I am truly feeling my age.  I slept in until 9:30, which is the middle age version of sleeping into 2pm for college kid.  I just can't get it going.  Why the lethargic nature? No--I didn't clean the house (clean, why?  Is Ewan McGregor coming over?)  No--I didn't run a 5K (run, why?  Is there a bear chasing me?)  No--I didn't stay up late watching Saturday Night Live (stay up late?  10 is beyond my bedtime). 

Nope, I'm worn out because yesterday was the day to don fake eyelashes, glitter and watch RuPaul's Drag race marathon (Psyche!! No, not really).  We DID don the glitter and we DID get all purdy because it was dance recital.  Not just one session, but two.  Yes, two recitals all in the course of one day--not for mere mortals. Two recitals in one day is the stuff of Titans! The Sound was in the first recital, the Fury in the second.  Since I am a glutton for punishment and in the teenage advance classes, I, alas, was in both. 

The theme for this year's recital was "A Night at the Movies" and each song came from a movie.  I'm pretty sure my songs all came from "On Golden Pond", "Cocoon" or "Driving Miss Daisy"--what else could possibly accompany an old lady up there dancing?  Thank heavens Ms. Kody went with the younger crowd and picked "Footloose" (the new version, not Kenny Loggins--I lobbied hard for the real version, but youth wins over experience), "All That Jazz" and a song from "Slumdog Millionare". 

Lulu had three dances in the first recital, most of which I can't remember the names to, but were good.  Here are some pics she let me snap of her backstage:

My stupid DROID ate the pictures of Peytie.  I'm just gonna have to make that kiddo dress back up in her outfits and take some more official pics (in MUCH better lighting too).  While Lulu would fight me tooth & nail to dress back up, Peytie enjoys wearing costumes around the house. A lot.

The girls and their first cousin did a trio to a song from Willy Wonka.  Super, super cute (loved how Peytie kept up with the big girls).  I saw it from the wings, but can't snap pics.  Even if I did, my stupid DROID would eat them all.

What?  Pics of me?  Fuggetaboughtit.  Ain't happening.  Bad enough I had to wear costumes from 12-9 yesterday.  No way I'm putting that out here on the internet for all to see.  I spent my day wearing enough Spandex and short shorts to make Richard Simmons jealous.

I will show you a picture of my trophy.

See the take 2?  That was for how many years I've been taking.  Thank heavens they didn't put my actual years of dance down there, because that would be longer than Magic Feet's owner has been alive.  And that would be embarrassing.  For me. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I have eyelash glue and glitter to go wash off.  How do those girls on RuPaul's Drag Race do it??

Things I Like About Motherhood, #1, Sweet Surprises

While most days have me ready to enlist the Sound & the Fury in whatever version of the French Foreign Legion that will take them, some times one of them will do something that makes me happier than a venti latte or a Ewan McGregor film.  Or even better still--all my laundry washed.  And folded.  By Ewan Mcgregor!

Exhibit A:

Flowers from my Peytie.  J had taken the week off after Easter & I came home to a clean kitchen, dinner going and these sweet flowers (in our best crystal, nonetheless).  Granted they do come from my best blooming and largest azalea (which ironically is in the back of the house where only the dog enjoys it), but still.  Flowers from my baby! 

And if that wasn't enough, here's the sweet little note that came with them:

And no, before you ask, she hadn't done anything bad that she was trying to make me forget.  Just because.

Guess I'll hold off on calling Pepe Le Pew for at least another day!