Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Dance Hard

In a couple of weeks I will be competing in my 3rd Feis. After dancing for a year and a half this really should be my 5th or 6th competition, but I took a pretty long break over the summer, and it all went down hill from there.
But Caroline made my beautiful dress :) and its performance/competition season, and I'm working harder than I ever have to be ready for it. I really really want to be a good dancer. I started extremely late for my age. Most girls my age are championship dancers, but I am determined that just because I started late, it doesn't mean that a little hard work won't get me there. I definitely will not be moving up at this next competition, but it will show me where I am, and what I really need to work on.

I remember in my first competition I was positive I was going to get dead last in everything, and I would be stuck in beginners forever. Well it didn't really matter if I got dead last or not, because there were so few other competitors in all of my dances, I still placed out of beginner no problemo.

Every few days I check the competition site again. Today it is showing 17 other competitors signed up for just one of my dances. Yeesh!

So everyday it's practice practice practice. I feel like I'm living Irish Dance for the next two weeks. And get this: I actually bought tanning lotion. I told myself I would never be one of those dancers who went all out with the HUGE hair and the shoe buckles the ridiculous amount of makeup... and the orange tanning lotion.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

California

This weekend was the first weekend where Dad and I didn't have work, and Madre didn't have school work. What a miracle! So we flew out to California for some In N' Out, surfing, and the Santa Anita Park.

Here Mom and I are standing in front of Seabiscuit.
Here's the horses on the turf, just screamin around the corner. It would have been a pretty sweet shot if the dumb safety jockey's horse hadn't been in the way.



Dad's standard "I'm about to surf" pose.
And I still managed to fit into my wetsuit, though it felt like a workout trying to put it on.
Overall it was a very short, fun visit. It's sad to think that I'll probably have only one more California visit before I either get a summer job, or I head up for school. Speaking of summer job, sometime in the next two weeks, Jenna and I should be getting emails letting us know if we made it or not. Pick me, please! I want to be a river guide so bad!