Wednesday, September 24, 2008

my laker girls

so if i am not at the office...and not at home sleeping...you could probably make money on the fact that i am out at my other home in lake oswego...

doing what i love most of all...coaching my amazing and beyond talented favorite girls - the laker dancers.

these girls can sometimes drive me so crazy that if i didn't love having hair so much probably i would rip it out...in fact i had a dream last night about them and the part i remember most vivid was rolling on my stomach in the middle of the gym and pounding my fists screaming and crying...like i was two or something...i'm not sure why but i have a feeling it is something to do with the stress level i am at in preparing for friday nights game - i have no doubt that they will be nothing shy of fabulous (because they totally are...) it just takes lots of work to get them to fabulous :) at any rate, though they can drive me crazy i love them all to pieces.

i'm pretty sure i can't imagine my life without them, nor would i want to. they teach me patience, they teach me how i must force myself to relax and laugh once in a while when stressed out, they teach me that a hug and a smile can fix almost anything, they teach me tolerance, they teach me compassion, they teach me the importance of getting to know someone and learning how different people respond to different things, they have taught me how to cut music, how to side braid, how its cool to wear hannah anderson striped pants with your uggs.

they make me laugh. they make me cry. they make me want to be a better person so that they have someone to look up to or turn to if they need help.

we have our second game coming up in two days. i am nervous for it. but very excited. they danced their first game two weeks ago and they were awesome.
video
i am pretty sure i have found one of the things i was meant to spend my life doing...

passed out

here is what happens when the wild cat runs like a crazy fool all around the house and is all like hey i have to do this really important stuff that requires me to not stop moving for one hour straight...

Friday, September 5, 2008

the wild child

ok...so i know. im being such a slacker...and i dont even know why! cause i love blogging and writing and this whole world of online fabulousness...so i don't even know how to explain other than...my life is crazy busy...work is busy, coaching is busy, weekends are busy...and then when they are not...the last thing i feel like doing is being on computer sometimes cause i do that all day at work...anyway still i need to stay current because i blink and 300 new things happened that i should be writing about...

anyway this wasn't an event...it's more of a comment slash informational dumb....

it's about vera wang. she is cute. she has lots of fans...she has a sick name and she's fancy...but also i think the fancy ones are the trouble kind...the kind that god had to make extra cute so you would love them even though they bite you like you're the last piece of chicken on the earth...hang from your harm with their nails like you are a cliff and if you fall you will die...and attack like you are fighting for your life...the kind where you're in a corner and a killer is walking to you and you do any move you can think of--kicks, bites, stabs, eye poking, machetes to the boy parts...anything...vera is fierce...and not the tyra banks in faux fur boots kind of fierce...shes like half lion i think....wild, uncontrollable and extremely irritating until she runs crazy long enough where she literally just walks up to you, falls over and goes to sleep.

here shes is -- my little precious angle (of death)

oh yes, she looks cute here...in this still photo...but she scaled the wood counter to get up there...



shes a wild child for sure...but in all fairness vera isn't all crazy...and i got this fabulous kitty palace that she loves from my friend emily...(pictures to come...cause she climbs that shit like its her job) and it uses lots of her energy...plus she likes her hot pink mouse and her big nasty parrot my grandma got her from the thrift shop at the nursing home for 50 cents (she sleeps with it)...so when she is done playing with all of her toys...let me tell you, that little tiny adorable snuggly tiny meowing baby, is my favorite...i love her...

but i spank her ass a lot...