birthday gifts

If you've read this blog for a while you know that I am not a big fan of December 11th.

I do NOT like my birthday.

The 8th one was particularly bad, and the 10th was not much better. Aside from that - I think it is pointless to celebrate that I am in fact, one year closer to my demise.

However - today was pretty decent. To start with, I have wonderful boys in all of my dance classes - who were more than happy to dance to "Newsies" all week. They make my job fun, and I am so lucky to work with these kids - I could not be luckier.

Aside from that little gift - I got quite possibly the strangest assortment of gifts you can possibly imagine:

The first came yesterday, when my very dear friend whom I will just call "the director" changed her mind and chose THE WIZ instead of barfy PIPPIN for this year's musical. (Not that she had much choice - since a teacher at my school just shot himself last week in a dorm, and the final scene of Pippin is a suicide thing.) THE WIZ is like my favorite music EVER and I have never had the chance to choreograph it - so I am thrilled!

The rest of the list is a little bizzare - but obviously came from people who know me very well - A god's-eye made with popsicle sticks, my favorite color yarn, and lots of love; a violin serenade by a very handsome gentleman; a night of free babysitting; a pan of my most favorite enchiladas; gummy worms; 8 hugs; 22 facebook happy-birthdays; 5 wishes in a wishing well; the new Harry Potter book; 2 Christmas CD's (thanks Melanie); dinner with my family; chapstick; a most hideous yet extremely enthusiastic vocal ensemble serenade; 6 birthday cards; raspberry cake; and. . . . super comfy sweatpants and 5 Xanax - which is simultaneously the strangest and possibly most needed gift of the day.