Case of the Nutty Blond

So, I was trying to convince my Mom and little sister, Emily, to visit and read my blog, but they said that it was too wordy and nerdy for them (my mom said wordy, my sister called it nerdy) (so cool how that rhymes!!). For my mom, I will keep this post short, even though I seriously doubt she will read it. As for it being nerdy... well, I am a nerd, so pretty much anything I do will have that taint to it. As for other bloggers, I cannot say. (Which leads me to say a BIG thank you who actually do read it! Without an audience or reader, a performer or writer is nothing more than a crazy person talking to themselves)

I do have some very exciting news to share: I bought my pointe shoes today! To anyone who doesn't know what pointe shoes are, they are the instruments of torture that are pictured above that ballerinas make look easy and beautiful. I watched Emily learn to dance in them last year and now my dance teacher says I am strong enough to give it a shot. I will die; like I said, they are torture devices and I don't handly pain, but that won't be entirely bad in the end if I survive. If I don't die, I will no doubt suck, but I am very excited to take my dancing to this next level and it will be fun all the same!

More to come later this week.