I have whole bunches of updates coming soon, pinky promise, but I wanted to take a quick sec. to mention all the little things that I have to be thankful for...
1. I'm thankful that everyone I love is happy and healthy
2. I'm thankful that my town has mostly recovered from the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy
3. I'm thankful that I have a group of friends who I can count on and enjoy myself with
4. I'm thankful that my last x-ray showed that my fractures are FINALLY beginning to heal
5. I'm thankful that my dance teacher has been so great to let me watch classes whenever I want
6. I'm thankful that my experience on the swim team thus far has been fantastic
7. I'm thankful that having two broken feet led me to discover that I love swimming
8. I'm thankful that in less than a year I get to start a new adventure in my life
9. I'm thankful that I passed AP Calculus this marking period
I was planning on writing ten thankful statements, but then the 10th one was aligned weird because it was an extra digit from the rest of the numbers. And that bothered me. So I just wrote nine. I hope everyone's Thanksgiving has been fantastic and that you have so many things to remain thankful for until next year!
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Crocs are da bomb
I am fully aware that Crocs are only acceptable footwear if you are A) under the age of three, or B) a nurse. I am neither. But I have recently rediscovered Crocs and I fully support my new stance that Crocs are the most under-appreciated footwear of all time.
When I say "rediscovered" I really mean "my gram gave me a pair of Crocs once and I stashed them on a shelf in the garage for three years until I broke both of my feet and needed driving shoes so I pulled them out and realized that even though they are ugly they are seriously comfortable".
Because of the lack of movement available in space boots, it's against the law to drive in them. Even if it's on your right foot, you can still get fined if you're caught driving with it on. So I have to take off my space boots and put on real shoes (which are pretty much always going to be Crocs from now on, because they're awesome) and drive, put my space boots on, do my thing, get back in the car switch to shoes (Crocs) drive, put my space boots on. Do you understand how this goes? Lemme tell ya what. It's annoying.
But anyway. I like the Crocs. They're like memory foam for your feet. Hell yeah. Also mine happen to be in the neutral and non-conspicuous shade of periwinkle. Did ya catch that sarcasm? But whatevs. Whatever works I guess.
When I say "rediscovered" I really mean "my gram gave me a pair of Crocs once and I stashed them on a shelf in the garage for three years until I broke both of my feet and needed driving shoes so I pulled them out and realized that even though they are ugly they are seriously comfortable".
Because of the lack of movement available in space boots, it's against the law to drive in them. Even if it's on your right foot, you can still get fined if you're caught driving with it on. So I have to take off my space boots and put on real shoes (which are pretty much always going to be Crocs from now on, because they're awesome) and drive, put my space boots on, do my thing, get back in the car switch to shoes (Crocs) drive, put my space boots on. Do you understand how this goes? Lemme tell ya what. It's annoying.
But anyway. I like the Crocs. They're like memory foam for your feet. Hell yeah. Also mine happen to be in the neutral and non-conspicuous shade of periwinkle. Did ya catch that sarcasm? But whatevs. Whatever works I guess.
Can't Wait to Prove You Wrong, Mama
So the other day my mom and I went to a Lia Sophia party (not really relevant, I just like to set the mood). It was at her friend's house and her friend has a daughter my age, but aside from that the party guests were all adults. I knew that going in though, they were my mom's friends that I've known since before I can remember, so it was all good. None of that group (meaning mom's friends) really sees each other an awful lot anymore though, because they all have older kids to keep up with. So...yes, finally getting to the point...my space boots were kind of a talking point.
One of the first questions people ask me whenever they hear the space boots story is "Will you ever be able to dance again?". I always say yes, after I'm done in the boots, but honestly I don't know. I was so shocked when I learned they were broken that I really didn't ask many questions. I'll see her on Thursday though, so I'll ask then.
At the party though, I heard my mom telling one of her friends that she didn't think I'd be able to dance again. Ever. EXCUSE ME?!? Sorry mom, but you're horribly incorrect. I may not go back as soon as I'd hoped, I may not go back with full doctoral encouragement, but I WILL go back. So there.
*** The term space boots was coined by my friend Kirsten. She thinks they look like space boots and calls them that so I feel like less of a loser. All the time. Sometimes she even substitutes "Space Boots" for my actual name. She's the best.***
One of the first questions people ask me whenever they hear the space boots story is "Will you ever be able to dance again?". I always say yes, after I'm done in the boots, but honestly I don't know. I was so shocked when I learned they were broken that I really didn't ask many questions. I'll see her on Thursday though, so I'll ask then.
At the party though, I heard my mom telling one of her friends that she didn't think I'd be able to dance again. Ever. EXCUSE ME?!? Sorry mom, but you're horribly incorrect. I may not go back as soon as I'd hoped, I may not go back with full doctoral encouragement, but I WILL go back. So there.
*** The term space boots was coined by my friend Kirsten. She thinks they look like space boots and calls them that so I feel like less of a loser. All the time. Sometimes she even substitutes "Space Boots" for my actual name. She's the best.***
Saturday, November 3, 2012
A Dance Thing!
I have a dance thing to tell you! I went to a production tonight. It was the fall dance showing at the boarding school in my town. It's a free show and my next-door neighbor is the director of dance at the school so I always try to go see the performance. It's a really different kind of experience from the recitals that a standard dance studio would put on. First of all, since it's a high school, there are no baby classes. It's great not having to watch the little babies fumble around onstage. As cute as they are, they're really not dancing. I feel qualified to say that as I have been teaching that age group for years. But anyhow. The dances are much different as well. It's not a class of girls who go on, dance for three minutes and pose. Sometimes it's a group of three and sometimes it's all fifty-some of the students. They also have student choreographed pieces as well as pieces done by guest artists. It's very cool. I've always wished I could dance there. I love my neighbor and I love her program. It was a great show!
Friday, November 2, 2012
I Totally Forgot to Tell You Something!
Hey guess what. I convinced my mom that I needed an "I broke both of my feet" present. I also convinced her that the present I needed was a bedazzler. So she got me one!! She's the best. Care to see the result?
There ya be. I even picstitched it for ya. I added some sparkle to the toesies and some bows on the back. And yes. I can put my foot behind my head. Even in a boot. Because I am a boss. Deal with it.
There ya be. I even picstitched it for ya. I added some sparkle to the toesies and some bows on the back. And yes. I can put my foot behind my head. Even in a boot. Because I am a boss. Deal with it.
Sorry to Disappoint
Hey Mary Kate, remember when you created that blog and you called it "Defined by the Dance" because you were obsessed with dancing and you danced all the time and you never thought you'd stop and you wrote blog posts relating everything in your life to dance?
Yeah. I remember.
It kinda isn't happening anymore. How can I be defined by the dance when I'm not allowed to dance? I hate this. I know I'm generally peppy but let's take a moment to be depressing. I broke both of my feet and I'm not allowed to dance. Fuck.
Okay done.
So basically. I'm going to have trouble relating all of my posts to dance anymore. Because I don't get a whole lot of dance in my life at this point. I am still teaching at a dance studio, so I suppose I can incorporate that, but it's only one day a week. It's no substitute for actually being a dancer. But at this point it's all I got.
So while I still consider myself a dancer and it's still my favorite thing in the world, I guess the tone of this blog is going to have to momentarily sway from the original intention. Until I can dance again I'll just occasionally describe my life and whatever mess I'm currently in the middle of. Sound good?
So now, for today's anecdote:
I forgot my AP Chem materials in my locker today, so my teacher said I could go get them. It was during class so not many people were in the hallway. I passed two girls who were sitting outside of a classroom, probably making up a quiz or something, I didn't know the girls so I just kept walking. Then I heard one girl say "What the heck happened to her feet". I don't think I was supposed to hear her, and I just kept walking. Then the other girl, again...a complete stranger, very matter-of-fact-ly explained to her friend that I had broken both of my ankles. Yes, she said ankles. Because obviously it's possible to walk on two broken ankles. Dear lord. This world needs more common sense.
Yeah. I remember.
It kinda isn't happening anymore. How can I be defined by the dance when I'm not allowed to dance? I hate this. I know I'm generally peppy but let's take a moment to be depressing. I broke both of my feet and I'm not allowed to dance. Fuck.
Okay done.
So basically. I'm going to have trouble relating all of my posts to dance anymore. Because I don't get a whole lot of dance in my life at this point. I am still teaching at a dance studio, so I suppose I can incorporate that, but it's only one day a week. It's no substitute for actually being a dancer. But at this point it's all I got.
So while I still consider myself a dancer and it's still my favorite thing in the world, I guess the tone of this blog is going to have to momentarily sway from the original intention. Until I can dance again I'll just occasionally describe my life and whatever mess I'm currently in the middle of. Sound good?
So now, for today's anecdote:
I forgot my AP Chem materials in my locker today, so my teacher said I could go get them. It was during class so not many people were in the hallway. I passed two girls who were sitting outside of a classroom, probably making up a quiz or something, I didn't know the girls so I just kept walking. Then I heard one girl say "What the heck happened to her feet". I don't think I was supposed to hear her, and I just kept walking. Then the other girl, again...a complete stranger, very matter-of-fact-ly explained to her friend that I had broken both of my ankles. Yes, she said ankles. Because obviously it's possible to walk on two broken ankles. Dear lord. This world needs more common sense.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Three Days Later...
Ah it's warm again! Thank goodness. Here's what happened...
About an hour after I finished my last post (Monday, Oct. 29) the power went out. And stayed out until this afternoon (Thursday, Nov. 1). It was dark all of the time and chilly all of the time and super duper boring. But it definitely could have been worse. Here is what helped my family out...
Number 1: THE GENERATOR. My dad had our generator ready to go as soon as it started raining. When the power officially went out he got 'er going and only used 'er to power one thing. The refrigerator. Seriously. You want to have access to a fridge during this. Hypothetically, the generator could power the whole house, but ours (and I think most generators) runs on gasoline and it would talk a whole bunch of fuel to keep the whole house going. We have an extra freezer and we condensed as much as we could into the fridge/freezer combo guy in our kitchen. Whatever didn't fit we defrosted and ate, and whatever we thought we wouldn't eat we threw out. If we had needed it, the generator would have powered our sump pumps, as well, to keep our basement from flooding. The rain was so violent though that it just kind of hit the ground and rushed away. It didn't really sink into the ground so we didn't even need our sump pumps. It obviously wasn't ideal but it put us in a much better situation than people without a generator. Also, by the third day with no power we were going so stir crazy that my dad ended up plugging in a laptop and somehow rigging up the internet (don't ask me what he did...seriously...I have no idea how any of that works) so we could watch us some hulu. Good call daddy.
Number 2: Because the generator runs on gas, we needed to have a steady supply. My town actually ran out of gas for a day (because I live in hillbilly country and everyone was was preparing to fuel up their generator...seriously...it was so noisy outside because everyone had a generator humming on their back porch) but luckily my daddy planned ahead. We had gas in all of the cars, which we weren't using because it was hurricane-ing, and we had some extra fuel tanks filled up.
Number 3: Another benefit to living out in the sticks is that my house gets it's water from a water tower. Yes, those mythical things that always get vandalized in order to defend someone's honor by the end of a country song. So as long as that sucker had water in it, we had water pressure and therefore could wash our hands and flush the toilet and take a shower and, uh, drink. Just in case we also had several gallons of bottled water as well as some 30 gallon tanks that my dad had filled with hose water. We were lucky though and the water tower held out for us.
Number 4: My family is just fortunate enough that we have a lot of gas powered things. We have a gas stove so we were able to cook, and in the even that the stove would have malfunctioned we also have a gas grill. The best thing ever though is that we have a propane water heater. Which means that we could shower and wash our hands with hot water! Some of our neighbors weren't so lucky. Any one without a gas stove or water heater suffered a lot more than we did. It's a close knit community though, so no one was left cold and hungry...everyone who was able to help offered their services.
While all of that was going on, here's what we actually did. Mostly we sat around and fought with each other. Ha. I'm only sort of kidding. My mom and I did go out shopping once the whether cleared up, just to get out of the house. My friend and I spent a few hours at the library enjoying warmth and wifi because it got power back before our houses did. That same friend and I eventually sought out refuge at the house of our other friend, who was fortunate enough not to lose power. We stayed with her Wednesday night.
At this point I think most of the town has their power back. It was a cold few days but we all made it through. My high school has been closed all week but I do have to go back tomorrow. Although I question the point of a one day week...what exactly are we going to accomplish?
Thanks for the memories, Hurricane Sandy.
About an hour after I finished my last post (Monday, Oct. 29) the power went out. And stayed out until this afternoon (Thursday, Nov. 1). It was dark all of the time and chilly all of the time and super duper boring. But it definitely could have been worse. Here is what helped my family out...
Number 1: THE GENERATOR. My dad had our generator ready to go as soon as it started raining. When the power officially went out he got 'er going and only used 'er to power one thing. The refrigerator. Seriously. You want to have access to a fridge during this. Hypothetically, the generator could power the whole house, but ours (and I think most generators) runs on gasoline and it would talk a whole bunch of fuel to keep the whole house going. We have an extra freezer and we condensed as much as we could into the fridge/freezer combo guy in our kitchen. Whatever didn't fit we defrosted and ate, and whatever we thought we wouldn't eat we threw out. If we had needed it, the generator would have powered our sump pumps, as well, to keep our basement from flooding. The rain was so violent though that it just kind of hit the ground and rushed away. It didn't really sink into the ground so we didn't even need our sump pumps. It obviously wasn't ideal but it put us in a much better situation than people without a generator. Also, by the third day with no power we were going so stir crazy that my dad ended up plugging in a laptop and somehow rigging up the internet (don't ask me what he did...seriously...I have no idea how any of that works) so we could watch us some hulu. Good call daddy.
Number 2: Because the generator runs on gas, we needed to have a steady supply. My town actually ran out of gas for a day (because I live in hillbilly country and everyone was was preparing to fuel up their generator...seriously...it was so noisy outside because everyone had a generator humming on their back porch) but luckily my daddy planned ahead. We had gas in all of the cars, which we weren't using because it was hurricane-ing, and we had some extra fuel tanks filled up.
Number 3: Another benefit to living out in the sticks is that my house gets it's water from a water tower. Yes, those mythical things that always get vandalized in order to defend someone's honor by the end of a country song. So as long as that sucker had water in it, we had water pressure and therefore could wash our hands and flush the toilet and take a shower and, uh, drink. Just in case we also had several gallons of bottled water as well as some 30 gallon tanks that my dad had filled with hose water. We were lucky though and the water tower held out for us.
Number 4: My family is just fortunate enough that we have a lot of gas powered things. We have a gas stove so we were able to cook, and in the even that the stove would have malfunctioned we also have a gas grill. The best thing ever though is that we have a propane water heater. Which means that we could shower and wash our hands with hot water! Some of our neighbors weren't so lucky. Any one without a gas stove or water heater suffered a lot more than we did. It's a close knit community though, so no one was left cold and hungry...everyone who was able to help offered their services.
While all of that was going on, here's what we actually did. Mostly we sat around and fought with each other. Ha. I'm only sort of kidding. My mom and I did go out shopping once the whether cleared up, just to get out of the house. My friend and I spent a few hours at the library enjoying warmth and wifi because it got power back before our houses did. That same friend and I eventually sought out refuge at the house of our other friend, who was fortunate enough not to lose power. We stayed with her Wednesday night.
At this point I think most of the town has their power back. It was a cold few days but we all made it through. My high school has been closed all week but I do have to go back tomorrow. Although I question the point of a one day week...what exactly are we going to accomplish?
Thanks for the memories, Hurricane Sandy.
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