Godmother!

I am very excited to tell you all ( haha - no one reads this ) that I am going to be a Godmother! I wish I was a fairy, because that would be way more awesome for the baby, but I think I'll be great nonetheless. My sister and I were asked to both be Godmothers – so we can be sure that Sydney will have great stuff – because if Kelsey and I are good at anything, it’s giving gifts. We are awesome gift givers – no gift cards or sweaters here. Sydney is supposed to come in mid December, although Jenny seems to think that she may not hold out that long.

Being Godmother, if you aren’t familiar with the duties, I will need to be at the Christening in February. I’m already working on her gift – I’m such a dork. It’s pretty good timing that they asked me on Thanksgiving since I was baptized on Thanksgiving 23 years ago!

I can't wait to meet Sydney!

Epic Return to College Weekend

Going to Bloomington for the weekend might have been the best idea I’ve ever had. Not only was I DYING for some cuddle-time, I love a nice healthy dose of college drama – omg I love other people’s drama – it’s like food for a starving man.
It was pretty much a perfect weekend. Omitting the major amounts of other people’s drama I was in on - here are some of the highlights

Drank two bottles of tequila (with Hayden, Nicole, and Will)
Had a sing-along in the bathroom with those same people
Saw a horribly gross but completely awesome movie with Hayden, Even and Zach
Bought shoes!
Ate at my favorite Chinese place (twice)
Saw the Boy in the Bubble alumni show with Amy Leigh
Drank champagne out of a coffee mug at 5am with Evan, Amy Leigh and Hayden
Played Disney Scene It as a drinking game
Went to the bars the night before the IU v Purdue game – INSANITY
Attempted to play pool with Nick
Sang Tik Tok, What You Say, and Bad Romance an obscene number of times
Learned how to break someone’s nose 6 different ways – thank you Evan Keever

By the way – Inglorious Bastards is a stupidly amazing movie. I have never laughed so hard while people were being massacred – oh Quinton Tarantino you are my hero. I mean Bowie did a song for it – YES

My friends are awesome – I love you Amy Leigh, Hayden, Will, Nick, Nicole, Emily, Katie, Becca

Cheerleading

I saw a story today online that I thought was awesome. I am a casual celeb-stalker, I read some gossip magazines and occasionally care what they say - 90% of the time I think they go to way far and generally hate any kind of paparazzi nonsense (except the Lady GaGa song which I LOVE haha). But today I saw a story online about Dakota Fanning that I loved and actually made me miss high school. It was about how normal she is. Last week was her homecoming game - she's a cheerleader and she cheered at the game, stunted (she's a flyer like I was) and danced at half time. But then at half time she was announced as homecoming court and got the sash and crown and flowers. It was so cute, it made me like her even more. She didn't even look like she was wearing makeup. She must have some awesome parents.

But the story made me think about how much I loved being a cheerleader. I was never really a fan of the 'cheerleading group' thing - we didn't actually like each other - but I loved the dancing and stunting and generally looking awesome in a cheerleading uniform. Seriously, that uniform never got old neither did the pom-poms. I am girly and shallow enough to tell you that the day I got moved from backspot to flyer was one of the greatest days ever. I LOVED being thrown up in the air and being the top of the stunts where everyone could see me. If you’ve ever seen a TV or movie cheerleader with the stupid grin and overdone peppiness – that was me! I think it was my way of getting some of my excess crazy out.
Homecoming was always epic. Dancing in a miniskirt on the 50-yard line with hundreds of people screaming is pretty much the greatest thing ever to a 16 year old. Hell – it would still be the greatest thing ever. Not to mention I was in stupidly great shape. No one needs to watch what they eat when you danced and jumped around as much as we did. Thinking about it makes me feel old already – just a few years later and I really don’t think I could have dance practice 3 days a week and a 4 hour Saturday tumbling and stunting class then cheer at games every Friday night. Whew – that makes me feel like doing squats or pushups or something.

Yeah, I’m going to eat an apple or take a vitamin : )

Halloween Weekend

Halloween was always one of my favorite days growing up. I was some version of a fairy a princess or a princess fairy for a good 10 Halloweens in a row - something about the glitter and tiaras. This year I got to dress up twice (with two different costumes) - Thank God for Halloween falling on the weekend.

Friday was awesome - it was just 20 or so people at the apartment but it was fun to meet a bunch of the girls' friends and dance in a living room to Monster Mash. At one point Rob's roommate did a full on Aerosmith concert moment with Annalise - so amazing.

Saturday at Duffy's was one of the wildest things I've ever seen - or been part of for that matter. We danced like crazy people all night - the girls were hilarious - they had a 'topical group costume' so every time someone they knew saw us they would scurry around and get in a line and go "OK what are we?" It made almost zero sense when they weren't all together.

They costumes around us were RIDICULOUS - I saw faaaaaaar too many men wearing diapers. I don't know where that fad came from but they were everywhere. There was a group of about 8 girls that were Wishing Trolls ( with the crazy hair and the gems in there tummy you rub for luck ) They were basically naked from the waist down. But that was about par for course at this bar ( I wasn't super clothes past my waist either - but that's besides the point )
There was a group of guys dressed as the purple teletubby which I will never understand - however, there were some great 90's throwbacks - Quail Man and some Double Dare contestants. One of the weirder ones was a guy dressed as "The Shocker"- as in a giant hand making the shocker. The best story from the night was the guy in the kilt that thought he was a badass because he walked right up to me and introduced himself while I was with a big group of girls - ignored my friends - then he wanted to tell me all about how he "totally would have gone without boxers if it wasn't so cold" - I wanted to punch him so instead I started talking nonstop about how there was a guy in a kilt in Harry Potter until he ran away - it was kinda awesome (and I got to release some pent-up HP knowledge I never get to spew) But I have to admit, Willie Wanka was really nice.

I woke up downtown and walked a few blocks back to Duffy's, alone, for there epic brunch and hung out with some of the bartenders who were there last night. We talked about the costumes we saw and stories from the party - but the best was watching the still costumed guys and girls pouring out of the surrounding apartment buildings and jumping in cabs for their ride of shame home with the Duffy's staff. It was a very fun morning - and now I really want to go back to Duffy's next weekend.

However, on the train ride back I was rocking out to my ipod (not singing out loud but lip syncing every word) only to look over 15 minutes in to see the gentleman across the way looking at me like I was nuts. I can't help it - I have really awesome music.