clog

last month i clogged in a recital chock full of mostly 12 and under girls. a three hour recital in which, if you came to see just me, as my family did, you waited a long time 'cause i danced in one solitary dance: the finale. in the irish finale, the advanced clogging adults (that's our group name. i don't assume or presume that title) gave it a go with the younger girls and teens. i wish i had their flexibility and energy. tons of fun. i really miss it. and the music was like an irish celebratory battle song, or something. very stirring. at least to me. makes me want to get up and dance!

can i get a whoop whoop for higher ground dance studio?!!

yesterday i

• sent my kids back to school after 2 weeks and 1 day of spring break
• dropped owen off at grandma's
• clogged my heart out for an hour - irish style
• spent almost 2 hours at scrapbooks etc. where I fed my love of all things paper - that place is incredible - you've got to check it out if you haven't been in awhile. my friend, heidi, was my personal paper assistant and showed me how to use the new (to me) die cut presses and allowed me to browse through the amazing library of huge die cuts, acrylic everything, and ribbons, albums, paper, buttons. this is the mothership of bazzill paper - born and raised in mesa.
• went to tia rosa's for lunch with mark - veggie burro with green enchilada sauce - perfect food, perfect date.
• ran into some old 7th warders at tia rosa's - sally, tricia, liz, emily, etc.
• visited with mother in law and sister in law for almost an hour about summer plans and such
• picked up a sonic cherry lime-ade for the road
• welcomed the kids home from school with snacks and the rest of my cherry lime-ade
• thought about quilting - nope
• thought about blogging about disneyland - nope
• welcomed mark home
• taxied the girls to piano lessons and back
• talked to my sister in utah
• set up my amazon universal wish list - thanks for the tip reachel
• made dinner - terriyaki chicken (a la costco) & rice, salad with homemade citrus vinaigrette - thanks martha
• dreamed that my mother/daughter friends, nevada and amy, who introduced me to free-motion quilting and gave me the quilting addiction, told me i needed to throw everything i know about quilting out the window and start over. basically that i was doing everything wrong. ahhhhh!