Legs and Life: It All Starts Here

these legs were meant to dance. i have been dancing for nearly 18 years now and it will surely be the last thing these legs do before i go.  people say in order to be a dancer, one must have exquisite technique, incredible flexibility and the chest of a 12 year old boy.  RUBBISH.   if you have a fiery passion for dance that cannot be explained but rather expressed through vigorous movement, you ARE a dancer... that's it! though i hold a strong love and devotion for dance, it can be extremely strenuous on my body.  in fact, this week is performance week at my college and yesterday i danced almost 6 hours straight.  today my back, neck and knees are paying for it  :(   people often ask me why do i continue dancing if i am in pain half the time?  dancing is a physical form of art.  just as you would practice and train for a sporting event such as football, track, swimming, etc., so you must with dance.  in my opinion, dancing...

The above photo is a perfect representation of my two brothers and myself, followed by a wonderful photo from my mom's wedding.  I figured in the last blog, I wrote about my best friend's new baby girl and being a godmother, now I really want to indulge in the riches of being a sister. I have two younger brothers.  Greg, about-to-be 16, and Brad, 21.  Greg lives back home with my father and Brad lives here in Southern California near me (which I love!).  My parents split up about 2 years ago and it was pretty rough on all of us.  Everyone began to dissipate and lose sight of the rewards of having a family; however, something still keeps my brothers and I connected.  Love, hope, humor... whatever it is, it's unknown, but it's definitely there. Growing up, Brad and I (and most of our friends) used to pick on Greg like there was no tomorrow.  He was the bud of all practical jokes, the cherry on top of a perfect prank.  He hated it; in ...

My first blog ever ever EVER, and I couldn't find anything better to write about than the birth of my god-daughter Lilyana Eve! {Bear with me as this blog is relatively short... well, short for me anyway because I tend to go on rants when I write!} On April 1, 2011, an extraordinary thing happened... I came a godmother!  My best friend from high school gave birth to an absolutely lovely baby girl.  I have no children, nor husband or boyfriend at the moment, so this is my first somewhat "parent-labeled" experience.  Lately I have been marveling about the exact job description of what a godmother entails, and have reached the conclusion:  What exactly is the definition of a "god-mother?"  So I visited dictionary.com and this is what was brought up: god-mother: 1.)  a woman who serves as a sponsor for a child at baptism. 2.)  any female sponsor or guardian. Doesn't seem like too difficult of a position, right?  Considering that Li...