pixi stix

I’ve had 24 pixi stix in the last hour and a half. This post will be completely and utterly random.

Since October hit I’ve been yearning to watch High Spirits. I have yet to do so. It is one of the best Halloween-ish movies EVER. Peter O’Toole, Daryl Hannah, Liam Neeson…it’s just fantastic and hilarious, okay? You should watch it too. If you happen to have it we can watch it together and you shall be my new best friend. Pinky promise.

I officially like niche record labels better than powerhouse companies. In other words, record labels like Fearless who deal in certain genres and don’t have like 60 bands on their artist pages. They are easier to deal with, friendlier, less annoying, and seem to have a better grip on the changing music industry. So awesome record labels, I salute you…by throwing back a pixi stick.

I was Gilly from SNL for Halloween at work yesterday. My vocabulary consisted of 3 words.

I think the orange pixi stix are my favorite.

Tomorrow I will be dressing as a pirate for Trunk or Treat. I have my pirate jacket and pirate boots…but I can’t find my pirate pants. Pretty sure no one wants to see a pantsless pirate.

Haha…I love alliteration.

For some reason unbeknownst to me (yes, my spellcheck underlined unbeknownst, but I don’t care), I decided to try to correct one of my legalistic Christian acquaintances when he said that we shouldn’t celebrate Halloween. I don’t know why I even bother.

We’re up to 31 pixi stix. I won’t be going to bed for a while.

Weekend with Roni

Shaun and I got to chill with my cousin Roni for a few hours today! Roni just turned seven, and she's a pretty cool chica for one so young. Heck, she can burp on command. She's my new best friend. We spent some time at the park, ate at McDonald's, and spent some time boogyin'. That's what I call a good Saturday!

We spent some time chatting at the park. That buffalo was surprisingly well behaved ;)

I wanted to swing while she pushed me, but somehow that didn't seem very "grown-up" of me...

 Tire swing! There was a surprising amount of lost socks around this area. Like the considerate person I am, I checked Roni's feet to make sure she still had hers before we left.

 

Legacies

This weekend we picked up all of Mrs. Lawrence's swords and her dance stage to take to my house. Mrs. L has been teaching dance classes in her studio/garage since 1965, and she's had the stage since 1970.

This stage has been the platform for at least one dance competition, numerous medal tests, and hundreds of dancers. She's taught several world champions, numerous national champions, and a host of other fine dancers. This stage has seen dance history in the making, and it's the place I feel most at home.

Throughout the years I've pounded out my joys and frustrations on that stage. I remember learning the Strathspey and Half Tulloch in Mrs. L's studio and constantly saying "corner, corner, front, corner" to myself. I remember making Mrs. L laugh at the way I kept messing up the arm movements for the Hornpipe.

Now the stage is mine. More memories will be made and Scottish dance will carry on.