I hope you dance

Emily because over the last ten years we have spent a wad at the dance studio. I like to think that the dance teacher's children have dancing shoes because of our donations. Actually dance keeps Emily off the streets which could be why she is not very proficient at the bike.

Emily performed her solo Friday night. Saturday she danced at the Junior and Senior Concert. I always love the costumes and choreography and the crying dancers and the deer in the headlight dancers and the sassy preschoolers and the indignant someone is in my spot on stage during the performance dancer. It doesn't get any better than a good shove during a high kick. Not really, that would not be nice.

If you need your hair in a bun, I am your gal. False eyelashes I hire out.

Oak le home uhh

where they don't spend money on education. Is that how the song goes? We attended the Duke Talent Identification Program yesterday where Emily (among others) was honored. Apparently Sandy Garrett, the state superintendent of education, has been coming to this event for the past twenty years. I guess I just didn't notice when we attended for Eric or maybe she has just has been in the news repeatedly lately for all the cuts in school funding and I now recognize her. Emily is shaking her hand and I am sure thanking her for the awesome education she is receiving under her direction.

So there we were back at TU for the Oklahoma Recognition Ceremony. Emily had to take the ACT with everyone else taking the dreaded college entrance exam last December. Her score was high enough to qualify her for this event. It's probably too early to drop out of school though. It wasn't that good.

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that have not been explained.

Emily had her last day of school a week ago Monday. I have tried to teach her correct principles like no one likes the 7th grade. In her finest teenage rebellion she declared the 7th grade her best year so far. She still admits the sky is blue.

Eric, as of the 23rd of May, is 19 years of age. Not too old for the high adventure though, he left this morning. Nothing like living dangerously. Eric has returned from said events with tales of arriving just after the hurricane or near drowning while white water rafting or late night trips to the ER with brown recluse spider bites. Eeeew, I will spare you the pictures of that one. (Google it if you dare.) Or jumping off cliffs in to questionable waters.

But who could stay home with adventures to be had? It might be hard to take your eyes off these handsome boys of the Jenks ward but look at that water. You don't see this in the vacation brochures from the Florida gulf. When was that oil spill?

Eric doesn't look a day over 11 in this picture so must be his first high adventure when he was 14. Can't say for sure whose idea it was for the photo, but BP will be thanking them no doubt. Was this water pristine at some point?

Good news, though, Eric was accepted into the mechanical engineering program at BYU so he can continue to wear the t-shirt he's been sporting the last couple of years.