"Twelve years is a long time! Why aren't you on Broadway or a member of the Russian Ballet?!" The answer to that question is...
I can't sing and I'm not Russian.
Anyway, twelve years of ballet, tap, jazz, lyrical, pointe, tumbling, hip hop, and dance team.
Big deal huh?
The problem with dance is that I have ONE big show. Whereas sports players have many games that their families can attend, but not me, I have one.
Because I have just one big show per year and because I'm obviously the coolest kid in my house, recital week is a pretty big deal.
We spend the entire week preparing.
Stocking up on hairspray, false eyelashes, athletic tape, tights, power bars, Gatorade, and of course
air freshener.
Dance shoes smell worse than a gym sock that was worn by Bigfoot on a 107 degree day in Georgia.
It's bad.
Tutus are steamed and starched.
Schedules are printed.
Accessories are bagged and organized.
It's a big deal.
Here's a brief look into recital week.
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Rehearsal-- Pointe |
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Jazz |
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Me, Maggie Reynolds, Tessa |
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Prima Ballet |
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Finale |
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Corps 2 Pointe |
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Me and my best friend Morgan Lashley |
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Principle Ballet |
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My lovely flowers because I'm a rockstar |
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Prima Tap/Jazz |
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Prima Lyrical |
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Hip Hop |
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BLING |
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Prima Ballet |
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Principle Ballet |
The next few pictures are of the classes I assist in. The girls in these classes have been amazing all year and did a fantastic job at recital!
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Petite Ballet/Tap |
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Secondary Jazz |
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Mini Ballet/Tap |
This year was my cousin Shayna's very first dance recital! Shayna (center) did an amazing job with her tumbling class!
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Primary Tumbling |
A SUPER SHOUTOUT TO MY NIECE KENZIE FOR BEING 4 MONTHS OLD!!!!
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Kenzie Jaynea! |
As I'm finishing this post up, I just want to point out how irritating life can be. I originally wrote this on Wednesday and I was going to finish captioning the pictures on Thursday. Sometime between midnight and 9AM my iPad decided it didn't want the post anymore and deleted EVERY SINGLE WORD.
Slightly irritating, but I'm too busy to care when I find this out.
I end up rewriting.
When I open up my laptop to do the pictures only half are on the post.
This is ridiculous!
But nonetheless I fix it.
This happens about 5 different times before I finally get all of the pictures on the correct device at once. I finally get to publish it!
The link doesn't work you say?
Of course the link doesn't work! Why should it!
When I republish the post, for some reason, all of the pictures decide to scramble up throughout the post and forget that they ever had a perfectly placed home or captions to go along with it!
Finally fixed it.
Sometimes life likes to throw me curve balls.
Sometimes I end up in the fetal position because I don't like having things thrown at me.
But then, sometimes, I just take the hit.
When you compare the pickles I get myself into with other people's problems...
I'm being thrown marshmallows by a squirrel.
And in case you didn't know...
Squirrels are awful pitchers.
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