Delaney

i just found these

Rinse, Lather, Repeat.

I continue to pick up the package and put it in her cart of items several times. The first couple of times it was just petty, then it started to get fun and an awesome game. Not only that, but several people were following watching the fun. The lady would put it on a shelf, walk away and go an aisle over. I would run, grab the nuggets and follow as would the rest of the people watching. She would come back from getting a bottle of water and see the chicken half buried under the cake mix she got the row before. She would twitch a little, start looking around, and kinda get antsy. Sometimes she would put it on a shelf right away, sometimes she would carry it a little ways and then put it on a shelf.

Well, fun has to stop and she almost caught me. I had slipped the nuggets back into her cart but some items fell over and she heard it. She didn’t catch me doing it, but she did see me standing some five feet away with an evil grin on my face. She grabbed the bag and starts throwing a huge fit right in the middle of the store. The kind of fit where a person doesn’t say words so much as grunts and incoherent babble. She then takes the bag of nuggets, raises it over her head, and slams them down on the floor causing a shower of nuggets to fly all over the place. Including right up on the shoes of the Store Manager and a Police officer. Seems someone let the store manager know what I was doing to the woman and decided to see for himself, the officer just happened to be coming off duty getting something. They both tell the lady that she has to pay for her items including the destroyed bag of nuggets and leave the store. She was pissed, she pointed in my direction and then found that I was not there (I backed away and out as soon as the bag exploded) which caused her to just start foaming at the mouth.

I feel like only dancers will understand this… Last night I had my last ever dance recital with my studio. I don’t think anyone really understands how emotional that is unless you are on that stage looking out to the audience for the last time putting all your heart and soul into a dance you’ve prepared for your whole entire life. 

I choreographed my senior solo to the song ‘Thinking About You’ by Frank Ocean. I chose this song because I thought it would be a great tribute to all my fellow younger dancers who will be continuing on dancing for years to come and basically it was a thank you to all of them and a good luck in the future and I’ll be 'Thinking About You’. Because my senior tribute was dedicated to all my dance friends I asked my friend to join me for a short amount of time on stage dancing with me. She is my best friend and I’m glad she shared the stage with me that night. This dance meant the world to me and I’ve been preparing for the moment where I can share my senior tribute with everyone for 13 years. I’ve always seen seniors on stage do their tribute and break down crying and never knew why. Now I know. 

As I was standing on the side of the stage about 2 songs before my heart was racing and I forgot virtually everything. The moment the lights went down and I walked on that stage I couldn’t hear anything. All I could hear was my music and that’s all I needed. The moment the first words went and the lights went up I began dancing and didn’t care what the people in the audience thought because I was doing what I loved. About half way through the dance I did a turn and looked out into the audience for the first time and saw my dad. That’s the only person I saw. And that’s the moment I started crying. My dad never really went to dance rectials and I basically forced him to come to this one but he is the world to me and to pick him out in the large auditorium was something unbelieveable that my mind did. I finished my solo strong and my ending pose was on my knees looking out into the audience.

As the music ended and cheers came all I could hear were 'I love you’s’ and 'go Lauren’s’ and I knew I did great. My friend who had joined me on stage came out with flowers and the tears flowed like crazy. 

It felt like an end of an era. 13 years of my life were over just like that and I didn’t want it to end. Final bows came and they announced my name as a senior soloist and all I did was step forward and gave the rock on sign. It was honestly the proudest moment of my life. 

The end of an era. The end of the most important part of my life. I will always keep on dancing but I will never forget my dance studio and what made my life so meaningful. 

So a frog goes in for a loan. He hops up to the desk of Patricia Whack, one of the bank employees, and says, “I want to borrow $500,000.” Patricia says, “Well that’s a lot.” Frog says, “It’s okay, my dad’s Mick Jagger.” “That’s nice,” Patricia answers, “but if you want to borrow that much, the bank needs some kind of collateral.” So the frog takes a ceramic pig out of its little bag and sets it on Patricia’s desk (he looks very smug at this point). He says, “I think this ought to take care of that.” “Uh, let me check with my boss.” So Patricia takes the ceramic pig and goes back to her boss’s office and explains the situation. “And what the hell even is this?” she concludes, pointing to the ceramic pig.