I Miss Hey Arnold!

I was talking to the kids in my pointe class last night about watching Hey Arnold! when I was younger. It made me slightly depressed because half of them didn’t even know what the show was and the other half said they used to watch Zoey 101.

Birthday Bliss

As you might have deduced from “Oh grow up” I really love birthdays. It’s almost an inexplicable feeling, there’s no reason to be so excited. We age every second of every day, and in this day and age with all our medical advances it’s not a big accomplishment to make it to 24. But birthdays have a certain luster about them; like sidewalk chalk, blowing bubbles, and going to the beach, having cake with candles surrounded by friends is something that never gets old, and remains this perfect ideal of happy childhood contentment. Even though the number goes steadily up each year, the activities vary only slightly, and remain a source of extreme giddy joy. Who doesn’t love presents, punch, cake, balloons, party dresses, etc.?

Sassy people of the world, I salute you!

I’ve discovered that I ironically really respect sass. By nature sass is supposed to be disrespectful (hence the irony here) but I think there is a fine, and awesome line between a sassy sarcastic flair, and “don’t you sass me young lady!” My beginner pointe class has found that line and I love them.