1. The 49ers didn’t win, which puts all things right with the world, and with all loser Browns fans (sarcasm). The only upside is that, hopefully, now that he has his final ring, Ray Lewis retires. Onward.
2. It’s Monday, and I snoozed the alarm too many times. Now it’s a rush, and I don’t feel like hurrying.
3. I saw all three of my grandsons yesterday (yay!), but didn’t get the choreography done for tomorrow night’s rehearsal (boo). Oh well. Something to take care of between the end of school today and my parent meeting tonight.
4. I’m leaving Thursday morning for a convention in Columbus. I wish I were more excited about it. My students, however, will undoubtedly be over the moon.
5. But my fruity-spinachy-delicious smoothie sure tastes good this morning. Thank you, Ninja. (You all really need to get one of these.)

Happy day, fiends — go get ’em!

So I didn’t get any choreography done yesterday, but I did get a start on some cake pop ideas. The bride and groom stopped by the house to visit and look at them, and they didn’t turn around and flee into the night, so I guess we’ll build on these designs. Not totally happy with how some of them turned out, but we shall keep working to perfect things.

Therefore, today shall be my dancing day…or maybe tomorrow.

Someone posted a picture of macaroni and cheese on Facebook last night, and it got me to craving some, so I made up a batch, and the Thriller and I will nosh on it with sandwiches for our Super Bowl dinner. I long ago pledged that I would not make a big deal out of Super Bowl eats until it was my team playing in it. Which means, well…you know. Heh.

But first: Sunday morning waffles and scrambled eggs.  Time to get a move on. Enjoy your day, fiends — may the better team win. And we hope it’s the 49ers.

FO

Let’s commence to commence. Much to do on this Saturnday, and most of it has to do with two of my favorite things outside of spending time with my grandsons:

Food and dancing. Dancing and food. And food.

Dancing food.

*Yay*

Today I will create some cake pops for our fiend (and fellow Finkite) Rae, who will marry the handsome Heffe this May. She has asked me to provide cake truffles on sticks as table favors for her wedding guests, so I plan to get my creative on today and see what I can come up with. Then it’s choreography for the Joseph Act One finale.

What’s up for your day? I’m sure it will be much more fun if you include dancing food.

Now to find someone to help me sample all these treats…hmmm…

And what a week it’s been, sports fans. Stream-of-consciousness thunderbirds are GO:

So Fox News says that Beyoncé sang the Star Spangled Banner at a press conference with “no background music.”

*wiggle fingers* WooOoOOoOOoooOOo. 

Do I snark? Do I sarcazz? Should any half-decent singer be able to pull that off? Yes, yep, and duh. Two snippity questions:

1. So what?
2. Qui s’en soucie?

And speaking of the National Anthem, I will go on record as saying my newest rep at the Cleveland Indians front office (and by “newest,” I mean there’s a higher turnover rate in that position than at McDonalds or Denny’s) is less than courteous. Don’t sass me, little girl. I’m just trying to make your job easier. (Not that it matters, because you’ll “move on” next week.)

Nothing in life is assured, except that at some point, it comes to an end. Your health, your net worth, your job security…it’s all fair game. It’s easy to become complacent and think that certain elements in your life are set in stone, when in fact, they can be as fleeting as the shifting sand. Enjoy and value every moment, fiends.

I have had a week of darn good rehearsals at school, both during the day with the choirs and at night with the cast. The suspense is terrible; I hope it’ll last.

I saw an interview with Gene Wilder. Did you know his real name is Jerry Silberman? He told the interviewer he couldn’t quite see a marquee reading “Jerry Silberman as Macbeth,” so he took “Gene” from a character he liked in the story Look Homeward, Angel and “Wilder” from his admiration of playwright and novelist Thornton Wilder.

The previous two paragraphs are actually connected. Care to say how? First fiend to provide the correct answer gets a big fat ol’ Hershey’s Chocolate Bar. (Git it? Huh? Chocolate? Git it? )

All right. Time to go pay some bills before hitting the shower and the road. Vive Vendredi!!

Frenchifink

PS – Happy birthday, Daddy!