The Great Film Retrospective

By the age of 15, I realized that there are some popular movies that every teenager needs to see in order to be cool. "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" and "The Princess Bride" are two movies that every teen (in my day) quoted. They were older movies that were just cool. I watched both of the movies, mainly because I wanted to be cool and they were pretty funny. Along with those two movies, "Top Gun" makes the list. I never saw "Top Gun" and I didn't care enough about being cool to watch that movie. It had zero interest to me, except it would increase my pop culture knowledge. Since I realized this rarity, I purposely tried to not watch that movie. I attended parties and gatherings with "Top Gun" in the background. I've had my chance at least 20 times, but I wanted to keep this accomplishment. I could always find a small group to play spades in the other room or talk to a group of girls enough to distract them from the main purpose of the gathering. So today, I am 27, and I have never seen "Top Gun," along with many other classic movies that I should have seen by now.

On July 3, 2009, I married a guy that is obsessed with the movie world. I don't love movies. I love TV, not necessarily movies. It's all about my attention span. I appreciate movies, but I will pick a TV show over a movie any day. Througout our dating career and now marriage, Brian continues to say "WHAT?! You haven't seen......?!" Just fill in the blank with any classic drama or action movie. I'm all about comedies, but get insanely bored with action and drama. I can't follow the stories. Everyone looks the same to me and I never have a clue to what is happening.

While I may not know anything about some of these "classic" movies, Brian somehow missed a huge chunk of pop culture during their 80s and 90s. I think he refuses to acknowledge that the 80s ever occurred in pop culture. I could live in the 80s for the rest of my life with complete happiness.

Due to our differences in movie taste, Brian and I have compiled a list of about 30 movies each that the other has not ever seen. I have included all my favorite movies as a kid (and today). I admit, a lot of these are TOTALLY lame, but I still quote from them, so I want Brian to be able to get my jokes. Seriously, I know that a lot of my list is by no means considered to be a "good movie." About 3/4 of his list appears to be complete torture. I need to take up knitting or something, so that I have something to do while trying to pay attention to these movies. Over the next months, we will tackle our two lists and discuss the experience on a new blog that we are writing together. We would love for you to join in on our discussion or even sit in on a viewing. Our movies include:

Brian's List: 300, 61*, Blues Brothers, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Crash, Die Hard, Friday Night Lights, Heat, I Am Legend, Into the Wild, Iron Man, L.A. Confidential, Memphis Belle, Monster, Inc., Raising Arizona, Road to Perdition, Rounders, Serenity, The Alamo (2004), The Ghost and the Darkness, The Goonies, The Incredibles, The Legend of Bagger Vance, The Shawshank Redemption, The Sting, The Untouchables, The Usual Suspects, Tombstone, Unbreakable

Lindsey’s List: April Fool’s Day, The Babysitter’s Club, Better Off Dead, Big Business, Breakfast Club, Burnt Offerings, Camp Cucamonga, Camp Nowhere, Can’t Buy Me Love, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Ever After, Godspell, Grizzly Man, Happy Birthday to Me, Life is Beautiful, Rockin’ with Judy Jetson, She’s Out of Control, Sixteen Candles, The Chipmunk Adventure, The OC, Troop Beverly Hills, Waiting for Guffman, Whatever it Takes, White Christmas, Wish Upon a Star

View our blog http://thegreatfilmretrospective.blogspot.com/ to check in on this project.

Brian may die after watching "The Babysitter's Club,"
Lindsey

I'm ENGAGED!

The day has FINALLY come. I am an engaged woman. That's right folks, off the market, I have promised to marry Brian Gill. So I'm totally not the type to write all over the internet about my relationships, I like to keep my romantic life a little more on the private side :)

I'm not going to give you the whole history of our relationship, I'll just cut to the exciting part. I know all you people don't like to read blogs longer than like 20 sentences. So, since day 1 I've been really attracted to Brian through his writing. It was one of our many common bonds. Our relationship totally started because of our desire to write. I secretly blog stalked him, he secretly blog stalked me. I found myself completely absorbed in every email he sent me. Throughout our whole relationship, we've spent a lot of time expressing our love through notes and such.

Earlier on in our relationship, Brian left to go out of town for a weekend so he left me a little present to remember him while he was away. I was supposed to open it that next morning, but I totally opened it that night once the door closed. He gave me a journal with a letter written to me every day in it. The journal was completely full of our whole story. I finally got to find out what he was thinking during those times when we were just "talking" and then as it progressed to more. Here's the weird part, I did the exact same thing. We started writing letters secretly to one another on the EXACT SAME DAY. I had been keeping a journal for him. I kept my journal a secret from him forever so that I could give it to him for Christmas. I was just so incredibly shocked. When I received that journal, I knew without a doubt that he was the one for me.

So, writing has played a huge part in our relationship. Today I came home from work and there was a box sitting on my apartment floor. Inside the box were all of these envelopes with dates on them, starting with the day that we first had our "I want to marry you" talk. He had written me letters all along the way. I read through all the letters. Then when I got to the end, he arrived at my apartment. The last letter was dated today and inside it said "Will you marry me?" He proposed and put the ring on my finger and of course I said "Yes!"

I'm just so incredibly thrilled. Brian is my best friend and has just made my life a million times better since he stepped in it. I've never had anyone care for me like the way he does. I never believed in soul mates, until I met Brian. He is perfect for me in every way. God definitely knew the desires of my heart better than I did, I couldn't have created a person more perfect for me. Praise God for His blessings! Keep us in your prayers as we begin planning a wedding and begin that journey towards marriage. I love you all and I so appreciate the prayers from many of you as I've waited for God to bring that right person into my life.

I'm SOOO not used to wearing a ring,
Lindsey

Yay! Happy Engagement!

I had no girl to admire my ring, so Jason volunteered for the job.

Dancey Dance

Back in October, I visited the dance studio that I had been taking dance for the past year over in my area. It was my first and only time this school year to go to dance class. It was a new group of people in the class and the same combinations that were taught last year. I left the studio and for the first time, really did not love dance.

That next day, I just sucked it up and called the dance studio that I grew up going to, Nancy Brown's Dance Connection. I never considered even searching out their classes because it's a good 30-45 minutes away from my apt on a weekday. I just left a message, didn't really expect to hear anything. It's been 12 years since I've taken dance there. I never really think that people will remember me if it's been longer than 5 years since I've seen them last. Later that day, Nancy called me and I talked to her for at least 30 minutes on the phone.

I always loved my dance teacher Nancy. Now that I'm 27, I have a whole new respect for her. She remembered everything about me. She talked to me like I was a long lost friend. She asked so many details about my family, my home friends, my old neighborhood, etc. She remembered it all and I haven't seen her in 12 years. I don't think she will ever know the impact she has made on the lives of her students. If it wasn't for her, I would be such a different person. Her genuine spirit kept me in dance class. I was surrounded by snobby girls, but Nancy always made me feel welcome. She wasn't strict, she was encouraging and motivating.

Last night I was able to take a visit to my old dance studio to take a hip-hop class. It was a long drive, but it was worth it. I wish I could go every week. I love the challenging dance moves.

I think every kid needs a hobby. Dance, was my thing. Dance has opened up so many activities for me. My training gave me the ability to lead others and to constantly work to achieve a goal. I was such a shy girl growing up (well I'm still shy in some settings) and dance helped boost my confidence. My heart is pretty happy all the time, but man does it get happier when I'm dancing.

I'm ready for technology to move to Jetson's Cars,
Lindsey

The Wheel

In college, I was often called "Grandma". There are many reasons that led my friends to call me Grandma, but one reason, was my love for Wheel of Fortune. Before the days of DVR, my life revolved around The Wheel. If at all possible, I wanted to be home to watch Pat and Vanna. Today, I still love this show, but thanks to DVR, I can watch at my convenience.

Brian and I are huge nerds we watch Jeopardy and The Wheel every night. Fine, laugh at us, but we're working our brains and when we're old, we will be less crazy than you. I love these shows for the competition, because I love to win. BUT now, my favorite thing about these shows are the interesting lives of these contestants.

Some of the oddest humans come on these shows. I'm amazed by their craziness. Brian and I are a little mean, so we like to have a good laugh at some of these crazies. We rarely call them by their real name, we quickly give them a nickname and it is used the rest of the thirty minute segment. I love it when the craziest contestant on The Wheel gets to the finals, because THAT'S when we get to see their closest friends and family in the audience, as they cheer on their loved one. Sometimes it's shocking because the group is nothing like the individual or most of the time they are very fitting. Then there is the rare occasion (like tonight's episode), that makes me like THE hugest jerk, The Crazy...has no one. Man, do I feel bad when I've been laughing at The Crazy the whole segment, then they don't have a single person in this world who wants to come and support them on The Wheel. Who in the world would pass up on that event?! Exactly, no one. So it must mean, that The Crazy has no friends, and I'm a terrible human for laughing at The Crazy with no friends.

I never want to be alone in a room with Pat Sajak,
Lindsey

Six Flags

Brian and I went to Six Flags with Josh and Suzie a few weeks ago. It was the best day ever! There were no lines, except for chicken tenders. Every year when I visit the beloved Six Flags, I consider getting a season pass. I stare at the website, I think about the prices, and I never get around to it. One of these days, I'll get one again, so that I don't have to stay the entire day. I get tired after three hours.

There are so many great improvements at Six Flags, compared to the Six Flags experience that I had as a teenager. Now there is a rule that you have to wear all clothing items, no more gross women walking around in a bikini top. I also love those misters, they make the heat just a little better. Now I also have the confidence to not give in to peer pressure. I'm never riding the Texas Giant again, for as long as I live. You heard it, never again, even if all the cool kids are doing it. When I ride the Texas Giant, I feel like I've gone through about 10 car crashes, in 20 seconds.

Six Flags will always have a special place in my heart, even if their mascots creep me out. Tweety over there, I believe was trying to hit on Brian. Not cool. Maybe this next year, I'll actually get a season pass. Anyone up for Holiday in the Park?

Six Flags has about 3 layers of ABC gum on all tress and rides,
Lindsey

New Baby!!!

Kim and John had their baby boy on Tuesday! Here as some pictures of their precious Baby Gev to enjoy. I'm off to bed! :)

Upward Football

Brian is the director for Upwards at our church. So this weekend, we wrapped up football season with a coaches game. My friends and I were the cheerleading coaches so we switched places too. Umm...I definitely can't fit into my cheer uniform anymore. I'm going to throw a big party if I'm ever able to fit into that thing again. Maybe next year ;)

As you can see from the pictures, my sister and her family came to cheer us on. I think this may have been Ivy's first sporting event. She didn't care much for the football game, she just wanted to play with my megaphone or hold onto my leg.

Saturday felt like July,
Lindsey

Halloween Party

Happy Halloween folks! If you are my friend, you know that I love to dress up and I have a million costumes. Well this year, I've been so busy, that I really didn't care about dressing up for Halloween. So, Brian and I went as the fall-back 80's Nerd Costume. We worked up at the church for the first half of the evening. Then, I hosted a party with a friend, for our singles group during the second half.

All night, after people saw me, they made some kind of joke that was an attempt to say that I'm a nerd in real life and didn't have to wear a costume. It's not like I heard 3 jokes, I heard at least 10. I wasn't annoyed, I just felt sorry for the people. Some people just can't pull of being the Joker. I could tell what they were trying to say, but their joke was not funny, in the least bit. It's sad when I feel the need to give the pity laugh to someone who's making fun of me, because I feel sorry for their attempt and I want to avoid awkwardness.

Some of these costumes from the evening were pretty amazing. My favorite were Kid Sister, The Robot, and Strawberry Shortcake. Maybe next year, I won't be so busy and I'll take the time to actually plan a costume.

Fanny packs are so convenient,
Lindsey

NKOTB

So, I've been away from the blog world for a long time. I doubt anyone even looks at this thing anymore, but in case you do, I'll be posting for a little while.

My dream finally came true, New Kids on the Block are back together. I thought this day would never come. I thought I would never see Jonathan Knight on stage ever again. I was wrong, it happened, and I got to witness it.

I went to their concert last week and it took about 48 hours for my hearing to be restored back to its normal state, which is only deaf in one ear, not both. I've never heard so many screaming women in my life. The last time I heard such noise, was when I saw their concert in elementary school, but those were half screaming girls with the accompaniment of their parent (not screaming).

I'm always so interested to hear about a girl's favorite New Kid. Everyone had their favorite. No one just liked the New Kids. If you find out that one of your friends was a fan as a kid, your first question normally is "Who was your favorite?" Then you have a whole conversation about why you voted for him. Mine was Jonathan Knight, which is rare. You can tell a lot about a person by which New Kids were their fave. I should test that theory. Now that I've grown up and my personality has changed a bit, I've switched over to Joey.

I've been dreaming that Joey proposed to me,
Lindsey

A Day at French Lake

When I was little, we went to French Lake just about every day during the summer. My mom would run, while my sister and I rode our bikes with bags of bread in our hands. I have many memories at this "lake".

Back in January we had a Day of Solitude at church. I decided to spend my day by myself, at French Lake. I sat there next to the pond praying and sharing a day in conversation with God. I was so joyful just thinking about past memories and those that I hope to have in the future.

Today we took Ivy for her first French Lake experience to feed the ducks. She was adorable as she said "duck" numerous times and ate their bread. I can't wait to bring my own children to this park one day, but until I have a family of my own, I'm blessed to share a new memory with my favorite niece.

Why would you ever go fishing at French Lake,
Lindsey

Spring Break

It has arrived. Spring Break.

I always feel like Spring Break requires something amazingly fun. I almost feel like I'm not human if I stay at home instead of going on some extravagant trip to Disney World or skiing. Last year I went on a ski trip (see above pictures), but I didn't go skiing (lame, I know). The year before that I came home and decided to treat Fort Worth as if I were a tourist. This year, I'm home again. I have no grand plans. I want to do something that I will remember. I want to be able to look back at Spring Break 2008 and say "Oh yeah, that was the year that I..." I like making memories. I tend to treat every week like that, but Spring Break should be the ideal week for memories.

Right now my amazing Spring Break plans include:
-get my hair cut
-try out a Mystic Tan
-sleep on the couch
-watch How I Met Your Mother Season 2
-make To-Do Lists
-clean my closet and room
-play Tetris
-learn how to perfect the curl with a curling iron
-research the rules of recycling
-take friends to the airport (I'm pretending like I'm Emily for a day)

So as you can see, my Spring Break is full of fun and excitement. If you have any suggestions, I'll take it. I need a mission or a theme for Spring Break.

I've decided, it would be really fun to marry a teacher. Then we could have all of these random holidays together. I'm terrified that I will marry someone boring, who will continue to make my Spring Breaks uneventful. I'm getting tired of people who aren't willing to do something fun. I would die if I had to live my life like that forever.

Will someone else just provide the fun for me this time,
Lindsey

Remembuh

I'm a speech therapist, all I do is listen to children speak wrong, the whole entire day. Every once in a while, I run across an adult with a speech problem. To be honest, it stresses me out. I can't talk to the person, I sit there and think "How did this person go through life without being identified? This grown adult can not say his 'r'!"

As I'm nearing the end of the year, I have several kids close to dismissal. Which makes me so proud but sad at the same time. I love every single kid. Even the mean ones. I love my baby preschoolers as they run up to give me hugs. I love my 4th graders that are so hilarious as they do impersonations of Dr. Phil. We start off each session just in conversation so I can hear how they're transferring their skills over to conversation. They slip, a lot. I've decided that I need an alarm. This is where you come in.

I've warned them for a couple of weeks now that I'm going to bring a bell or something so that when they mess up, I'll alarm it. As I look in my game/costume closet, I have many choices. Lets vote. Which source of alarm shall I choose to identify my children's speech errors:

1.The buzzer from Taboo
2. The school bell dinger from the game Pit
3. A New Year's Party Horn
4. Kazoo
5. Mr. Burns that says "excellent" when you push a button on his chair
6. A Taplight

Put in your votes. Until the results come in, I guess I'll have to just hear them say "remembuh" for the rest of my life. I promise, out of all the words in the English language, that's the one I correct them on the most. I now have two little boys that think the word "remember", has to be said "Re-mem-BERRR".

They even correct their mom,
Lindsey

Try it Edward, you'll like it!

As most of y'all know, I'm a fan of Blue Bell. Back in the day, I created an Ice Cream Club to taste all of the amazing Blue Bell flavors. I miss my dear Ice Cream Club. I know my body doesn't miss it, but my taste buds do. Every once in a while, I'll walk down the freezer aisle to check out the newest happenings in Blue Bell World. I came across a new flavor that I just had to try. Let me tell you, it has now locked in to my Top Five Flavors.

I can't really choose a favorite flavor. I have a bunch of favorites, much like my friends. They just get bumped into a category of my Top Five. My Top Five include Key Lime Pie, Birthday Cake, Cookies and Cream, Banana Split, and now.....drumroll please.....Centennial Cupcake.

It's like eating a cupcake, but it's ice cream. I promise you will be amazed. It's cake batter ice cream, with chocolate icing, cake pieces, and shamrock sprinkles. I've had four bowls in the past 24 hours. Grab your keys, get in the car, drive to Albertson's, and get ready for the best purchase you will ever make. Seriously, right now. I don't care if your kids are asleep, they won't know if you sneak out for a minute. Wal-Mart is 24 hours, don't make excuses.

You're welcome,
Lindsey

p.s. The above picture is not with Centennial Cupcake. Look for a container that makes you think of Girl Scouts.

Recent Pictures/Quotes from the Day

So my kids haven't been THAT funny this year. Well, till today. I felt like the whole day I was just watching my kids as they entertained me. I guess snow brings out the weirdness. These were some of the comments that made ME laugh, you may not find them as amusing as I did. Well, and these were the only ones I wrote down. I didn't think to write down the first half of the day, I've forgotten them all by now.

Bobby: "I can't wait till this summer, I'll be hot and sweaty."

Jake: "I know who left the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow...Jesus."

Bobby: "Umm...do we have to draw a picture of us playing in the snow now? Can I draw a picture of me playing in the snow when I'm a grown up?"

Bobby: "Sorry, I couldn't hear you. Ricky was breathing really loud. Like this whooo hooo whooo hooo."

Ashley: "Today's my birthday, I'm now in the double digits," as she hands me her birthday Little Debbie snacks for the class.

Lindsey: "Whoa! You're ten? You're a pre-teen."

Ashley: "Well, you know, 13 is the new 15. So I guess 10 is the new 13. So REALLY...I'm a teen-ager."

Strong Arm: "When you turn 100, you have to die."

Cannibal: "I'm scared of girls."

Strong Arm: "Why don't you listen BOY?!"

Cannibal: "I'd go outside without my shirt on."

Strong Arm: "That is so man-ness."

Strong Arm: "Oh yeah?! You wanna arm wrestle?!" (this skinny six year old girl whips out her arm to the table to arm wrestle this boy and beats him twice. She also beat me last year, that's why I gave her the name Strong Arm. Hey, she does gymnastics, ok?)

Strong Arm: "Who's the strongest now?!"

Cannibal: "Your momma!"

Strong Arm: "Oh yeah, I'm the best!"

Cannibal: "You can't say that."

Strong Arm: "I'm a girl. I can say whatever I want!"

Cannibal: "I can too, because I'm a hot boy."

Strong Arm: "You're not hot. Don't mess with me BOY!"

I hope your day was as entertaining as mine. Well, I'm guessing most of y'all don't talk to 6 year olds all day.

I love Little Debbie's Cosmic Brownies,

Lindsey

Nobody's Perfect

I just finished up my stuttering group, which is very special to me. Working with stutterers is much like being a counselor. We talk a lot about our feelings because usually, kids are pretty harsh and make fun of stutterers.

I have these young kids, I refer to as Strong Arm and Cannibal. Cannibal began telling me about his recent TV show watching. He starts talking about fighting and asking me a TON of questions about fighting. Then Strong Arm talks about how she's going to fight some girl after school. Strong Arm is THE nicest girl, so sweet, and would NEVER hurt a soul, so I don't know WHAT she was talking about. I think she just wanted to be a part of the conversation.

Cannibal continues and it ends up he got all of this knowledge about fighting, form America's Most Wanted. Yeesh, c'mon parents. Then we talked all about what the guy should've done in the show and what they should do in that kind of situation. Fighting is bad, blah blah. So of course I turned this conversation into a productive stuttering situation. Cannibal asked if they could act it out. I changed it to, a bully making fun of their stuttering, and they had to figure out how to respond. I gave them tips for come-backs, like "Everyone stutters sometimes" or "I may have bumpy speech, but I know there's some things that I'm good at, and you're not" or "Nobody's perfect. Are you perfect?"

Then Strong Arm responds, "No one is perfect?" I said, "Nope. There's not a single person on this planet who is perfect." Cannibal jumps in, "Well God is perfect." Of course I was surprised with that response since all he talks about is fighting and watching bad shows. Strong Arm continues, "God is perfect, Baby Jesus, AND Jesus." Oh this is interesting. Cannibal replies, "Baby Jesus and Jesus are the same thing." Strong Arm argues, "No, you have Baby Jesus who was perfect. Then you have a grown up who was also a Jesus." I thought people just got confused with God, Holy Spirit, and Jesus connection, never would I have thought to clarify Baby Jesus and Jesus. What a conversation, we began with America's Most Wanted and ended with Baby Jesus.

Dear eight pound six ounce newborn Baby Jesus,

Lindsey

Travel Dreams

I have a lot of dreams for my future. Several of my dreams started at a young age and I've held onto them. When I was little, I had a computer game that had a game show style to it. I don't remember a whole lot about it except that it used the phrase "Nice try, but no cigar", which I really didn't understand.

In this game, it had prizes like something you would see on a Showcase Showdown. My favorite prize of all, an RV. I'm much like a 45 year old, living in a 26 year old's body. I would love so much to have a mini-van, or even better, a 15 passenger van. A van would be awesome, but think about the fun AN RV could bring to the table!!! As a kid, I would stare at those RVs that we would pass on the highway. I would stare, envious of that vehicle that I'm sure was filled with people having a party inside.

Oh the places I would go in my RV. First stop...Brenham, TX. I've always wanted to visit the Blue Bell Creamery. I'm tempted to go down there during my spring break this year.

After my stop at Brenham, I want to go visit that huge dinosaur. You know the one, on The Wizard? Oh, The Wizard, the first time we laid eyes on Mario 3. That was an exciting day for us elementary children obsessed with Nintendo.

After the big dinosaur, I want to visit some real dinosaurs. We'll take a trip to Bedrock City to see The Flintsones. My mom has these home film strips from her childhood. Her family drove to Alaska, and filmed part of their road trip. There's a nanosecond shot of a real life Bedrock. I thought it was too good to be true. Lucky me, it's still there. It may not be the same one, but I'll take it. Now, if they could only fly us up into space to visit The Jetson's.

I think that's it. Sure, I haven't ever been to California, Las Vegas, Washington DC, or NYC, but who needs that? I need to visit these other huge landmarks in my RV first, this is where the REAL excitement is.

Yabbadabba dooooo,
Lindsey

Going Public

So, I'm going public for a little while. I'll go back to private soon, but if there is anyone out there who would like to read my blog and I haven't given you permission, just let me know! Leave me your email and I'll put you on the list...

I feel like I've lost my Blog Community,
Lindsey

The Handicapped Guy

So has anyone ever noticed the Handicapped Guy next to the Word Verification? Maybe everyone has noticed it and knows its purpose. I did not. Well I still don't really understand it. I clicked on it and I felt like I was on LOST or something. I felt like I was stuck somewhere, trying to figure out whatever it was they were saying to me over the computer. Click on it, listen to it, and someone explain to me what's going on. What kind of code are they speaking in?

It sounds like the Tower of Babel,
Lindsey

It's about that time...

I haven't blogged in a while and honestly, I'm kind of dying with my Lent sacrifice. I feel so out of touch with the world. I used to come home to a whole world of communication through the internet. Now I come home to look at Hotmail, my Wells Fargo Account, and Blogger. Sometimes I have an email, which is normally just an advertisement from Johnny Carino's, telling me about his new dish. I miss my internet socialization. I'm starting to feel like a loser with no friends.

Now lets get to the real subject of this post. Mystic Tans. I considered taking my blog off private, just during Lent season. Which I'm still considering, but it's posts like these that make me happy knowing who could possibly read it.

I had a rough year last year, so this year I've made lots of goals for myself. Last year was "Lindsey is Drowning" Year and I want this year to be a year where I take risks and do things to better myself. Of course, that starts with the original goal, get in shape. I've got goals with my job, family, friends, etc. One goal that has taken a huge amount of my time is dancing. I decided to get back into dance. Dancing is my passion, so I decided to get back into classes.

Along with dance classes, come the dance outfits. Which brings me back to the "get in shape" goal. Back in middle school, I hated wearing the dance outfits. Now, I REALLY hate wearing the dance outfits. I get in my class, with tons of other girls, and I stare at myself in the mirror. I can't concentrate on the dance because I'm so blinded by my skin. I'm AT LEAST five shades whiter than every girl in that room.

I'm considering going for a Mystic Tan. I don't really want it for fashionable reasons, I want it to help my concentration in dance class. I wish there was some way I could put on a Tan Suit over my whole body, just for dance class. Then take it off for my normal life. My body hasn't seen a shade darker than pale since I was 14. Maybe I'll just buy a lot of foundation and take a bath in it before each class.

You can laugh at me if I'm suddenly a nice shade of orange,
Lindsey

Go Team White

Friday night was my first broomball experience. Well, umm, is that broomball? I thought broomball required brooms. Like I said, I've never played so I really don't know.

I was terrible, of course. I think I knocked the ball into our own goal on accident, more than blocking it. I DID score once. I was pretty proud of that. My favorite part of the evening was the America's Funniest Home Video-Like Falls that seemed to hit almost everyone on the rink. It's just like watching AFV, you watch a person totally wipe out, your first reaction is to gasp, but then you just can't help laughing afterwards. I'm THE worst at laughing at inappropriate things.

For example, I have a new kid in speech class. I'm teaching him the "sh" sound. He's terrible, absolutely terrible at figuring out the "sh". I've had him for a couple of weeks and he still can't just say "shhh". The other day I started laughing at him. He puckered his lips but didn't put his tongue on the roof of his mouth. I couldn't help but laugh and say "You're just blowing out air! You're not doing anything. You have to make some kind of sound." Luckily, he thought it was funny too, otherwise I would've offended the New Kid.

My helmet was so big,
Lindsey