Pulling at my heart

When I first started my blog I told all of you out there that So You Think You Can Dance was a new hot obsession of mine. Well, it continued into this year and I was there, every week with each and every dancer. SYTYCD was announced as my FAVORITE TV SHOW. It still is. This dance piece moves me to no end. All of the emotions that roll through me when I watch this are unexplainable. Please watch and enjoy. The song choice, the movement...everything about it is extraordinary. I hope it moves you too.

Feet

Feet. I have a thing with my feet. I like my feet protected. I love socks and socks on my feet inside shoes. I am only barefoot in my own home or where I feel at home. I love getting pedicures and I love the way my feet look once the pedicure is done. This is generally the moment you will find me in sandals or somestrappy set of shoes. If I could, I would get consistent pedicures year round. But frankly, they are expensive. The good ones at least. Now don't get me wrong, I like my feet. I think they're actually a good set of feet. So why don't I show them off more? Cause I don't like my feet to feel dirty. I could have had the longest day of my life and if my feet feel dirty at the end of the day, guess what. I am gonna wash them. I think my disgust for dirty feet got worse when I moved to NYC. Because you take one step outside in sandals and you're feet are black. FOUL. Its bad because I cannot crawl into bed if I have dirty feet. I will wash them. And then crawl into bed. OCD , I know. But I still try to shake it up a bit and wear sandals every now and again to prove to people, "Yes, I have 10 toes." So yesterday, I wore my sandals. The sandals that show off my feet nicely. And what do you know, it rained. I was a half a block away from my house and I did it, I stepped into a puddle that engulfed my entire foot. GROSS. I think I stood in that puddle for a good 10 seconds before I pulled my foot out because I was so repulsed by the feeling of my foot immersed in a soggy puddle. The moment I got home, I ran into the bathroom and was washing my feet. I felt so much better after my feet were clean. It was like I was a new person.

Let's just say that today, I wore socks and shoes.

Pancake Lady!

So today Bryce and I decided we needed a LARGE soda filled with caffeine to get us through the morning and McDonald's was the place to go. We walk in and I see this woman holding her fork in a very strange way. (This is where Bryce would be my Vanna and demonstrate) Her finger was at the "spork" part of the fork and her body was contorted very strange. As we got closer, I realized that she was ASLEEP. Not nodding off and waking herself up. Full on passed out. Falling full face frontal into her pancakes. Bryce and I chatted and *cough* laughed *cough* about her while we were waiting for our "Large Dr. Pepper please". Wondering if her hair was in her pancakes. Was she late for school. Was she late for work. What did she do last night that is making her fall asleep in her pancakes. As we walked out, we went past pancake lady and what do you know. Still full on passed out and and nice chunk of her hair....in the pancakes. Hmm I wonder when she woke up...

So if you ever had a night so rough that you might fall asleep the next morning...just claim "PANCAKE LADY."