It's been a long time since my last confession...

Yes, yes it has.

Well, life is good. I'm happily single, REALLY busy, thinking about buying a condo, planning on buying a motorcycle, and still doing derby.

I saw 300 last weekend with Crazy Random Musings, her husband and her brother in law. We were going to grab a bite to eat, which I intended to snarf as quickly as possible before the movie. Crazy, who I might add, is ACTUALLY crazy, decided we were going to "sneak" the food in. We had two huge to-go containers that she put under her sweater she was carrying over her arm. I'm not sure if it would have been POSSIBLE to be any more obvious. In fact, I'm pretty sure not.

We were making our way to the theater, when her plan suddenly collapsed and the food went tumbling to the ground. It didn't fall out of the containers, but the cheers from passers by surly didn't help us stay incognito...As we went into the theater, the security guard was eyeing Crazy suspiciously. As we walked by, I half expected him to tackle her, demanding she discard her contraband IMMEDIATELY. He just looked. We got into the complex realizing we purchased one ticket for the correct movie and three tickets for the wrong one. So we stole into the illegal theater for the movie we actually wanted to see, and we were off. The theater was packed. My pad thai stunk to high heaven. We were fugitives, and I was definately sweating. My god, we could have been kicked out, banned from the theater, or WORSE!

In any event, we watched the movie without incident. Our neighbors didn't turn us in to the po-po, the little movie people didn't confiscate our grub, and the movie was cool.

Love y'all!

MUAHS!

The time I got robbed:

Well, party people, it's back by popular demand - the story about the time I got robbed in San Bernardino. It's come up in conversation with a couple of folks, and they've asked about it, so instead of retelling the story, I figured I'd just post it.

This happened in November, I think.

I was BRAND NEW to roller derby. I hadn't been to more than a couple of weeks of practices. In fact, during the previous practice, I hyper-extended the ligament in my left knee, and was hobbling around. For some reason, I thought practice started at 8pm, when it actually started at 8:30. Bruce, the owner of The Stardust, where we skate, had a private party inside, so I had to go back out to my car and wait.

I was taking my time getting back to my car, talking to my friend, Leroy on the phone. As I was sitting down in the driver's seat of my car, I heard foot steps running toward the car from behind me. I thought it was one of the other derby girls running for some reason. All of a sudden, this guy wedges himself between my car door and the door frame so I couldn't close the door and says, "Give me your money, bitch, or I'm going to stab you." He was holding a screw driver to my neck. I lied to him and said, "I don't have any money." I was still on the phone with Leroy at that point. He heard the robbery happen until then. Then the guy said, "Then give me your phone," and he snatched my phone out of my hand. He said, "And give me your keys." He started to take my keys out of my hand. I had my personal keys and my school keys on the same key ring that night. He grabbed the keys, but I wouldn't let go. He said, "Bitch, give me your keys. I'll stab you."

I said, "Oh, HELL no." I yanked my keys back, and I grabbed onto his screwdriver and said, "If you reach in this car one more time you mother fucker, I will kill you." Then I hopped out of the car and started chasing him. He ran faster than I probably could have run if my knee WASN'T injured, but I still had his screwdriver in my hand. I was so pissed off, I threw it at him. I know. Stupid idea. But I was mad. I nailed him in the back of the head. He picked up his screwdriver and kept running. I ran back to my car. I was going to get in it and run him down. The other derby girls made me go inside and call the cops instead.

I learned a lot about myself that night. I didn't think I could kill another human being, which is why I've never learned how to shoot the gun I own. I figured that I had better keep it locked up, otherwise I'd be one of those idiots that hesitates and gets shot with their own gun. I don't ever recall actually wanting to kill someone ever before, but if I had the opportunity, I could have killed this man. When he threatened my life, a switch flipped, and I wanted to hurt him. I learned that in a situation where it's either them or me, I choose me. Period. If it comes down to an issue of survival, I know I can kill without hesitation.

Not long after that, I learned how to shoot my gun. I plan to get certified to carry concealed, and I plan to get certified to carry a taser. If that fucker EVER messes with me again, he'll get the surprise of his life.

Midlife Crisis

Yeah. I had one today. I freaked out. Went crazy. I ALMOST bought a cherry red Corvette. But, I thought about it and decided that I'd stick with my old fart tan Buick Le Saber that I bought from my grandmother. Yes. I am so hip it hurts.

But anyway, I'm sitting here getting my t.v. fix online before bed. Goobie is on the right, purring as he snoozes, Tito is on the left with his little face tipped up toward mine.

I gots me a great life, y'all =)

Home, sick

I feel like crap, but I'm bored out of my mind, so I made cookies. Well, I TRIED to make cookies. I fell asleep, as is the case with many nighttime cold medicines, and the consequences, well they speak for themselves. Fortunately, I didn't burn anything down. I do, however, have the crunchiest sugar cookies I've ever eaten. And they kinda taste like burning....even Tito won't eat them. =(

Break-ups suck

Everybody's wanted something they can't have...but when it's people, it's particularly difficult. Mark and I broke up tonight. It was mutual. Even though I really care for him, there's only so much of your life you can change, so much of your time you can spare, so much of who you are that you can let go.

There are a lot of self doubts that surface after a break up, feelings of failure...but what are you SUPPOSED to do when you know you just can't be the person the other wants you to be?

Tonight we walked away, and it's breaking my heart. He was - and still is - very special to me.

I'm not suitable for human consumption at the moment. I'm depressed, cranky and need chocolate.

In other news, my little darling, Tito spent the whole day with me. I went to Claremont this morning to pick up some free stuff for the band room, and baby boy wanted to come to help. We loaded the truck, and the lady we were picking up from even thought he was so cute that she let Tito take her for a walk!

No matter how crummy a day I have, ALL I have to do is be with my baby boys and they make me smile =D

Derby calls!

Bye for now.

Hellooooo!!!!!

I'm now 32 years old! YAY! Every year that passes by, my life gets better and better. I'm more confident now than I ever have been, and if it keeps getting better like this, KEEP EM COMIN'!!!!

I had a great birthday party. My friends and I hung out at a bar called Liam's in Colton, CA. It was lots of fun. We didn't know what kind of place it was, so my friend Kristalle and I dressed FAR too normally for the environment....BUT, everybody there was different (there were rockabilly types, punk types, high types, tired types, tatooed types, blah, blah blah) so it all worked out. Kristalle was the designated driver for the evening. We went to pick up my derby sister, Crasher, who, decked out in her three mohawks and really cool shoes, fit in at Liams LIKE A GLOVE. We met my friend Robb there. We made him wait an extra half hour for us though. The older you get, the longer it takes to make yourself beautiful. Oh well...

We pretty much sat there chatting, laughing, and drinking for several hours. Crasher may have even convinced Robb to ref for our derby league!! YAY!!!

Well, I had an officially awesome birthday=) My best ones have been in socal. To life!

MUAHS!!!

Happy Birthday to MEEEE!!!!!

My birthday is tomorrow, and I remembered!!! YAY!!!!

I'm going out with friends to see a band. WEEEHOOO!!!!

My friend, Kristalle, decided that I need to be more girly by carrying a purse. So she got me TWO!!!!

I wanted to get a star tattooed on my forehead, but she said I should use this instead:




But then she said I needed something pink and fun and frilly and girly, so she got me a dead bunny too!!! YAY!!!



And the coolest part:

My daddy, the GREATEST man in the world picked out the most beautiful earrings from when my parents went to Mexico. My momma sent me the very coolest birthday card that she made and sent me a wonderful present that TOTALLY matches the decor!!!!

My parents rock!!! So does my Kristalle!!!

Happy Valendog's Day!!!

I have to show you what I got for Valendog's day! I'm the LUCKIEST girl in the WHOLE world!!!!!!!!!!

First I got:



THIS is my little bucket of snuggley goodness! My Goober McBoober=)

THEN I got:

Insert pic of tito bean here.

THIS is my little smoochie poochie, Tito. As you can see, his little eyes are PERFECT! You didn't see them before, but they were icky.

Here's the REALLY cute part. They boys went in together on a Valentine's Day present for their mommy. See, GOOBER made a poo in his box (thank GOD he's done with the floor for the time being) and Tito got it out and brought it to me in his cute litte mouth package! THEN he tried to give me lots of slobber kisses. Oh HELL no!

Today was a good day. I love my boys. They're the bestest!!!

Tito: An update

My beautiful baby boy



is feeling much better now.

Thanks to your prayers, he is doing well. Or maybe it's the antibiotics...probably just the love of his mommy, though =D

How do you search blogs on this here thingie? I wanna search em, but don't know how. It also won't add any other blogs to my url addy thingie....SOOOOOO CONFUUUUUSSSEEEEEDDDDD.

MUAHS!

Goober the Heinous

Tito, my cute, beautiful, Mr. Perfect, is no longer the cute adorable little love muffin that everybody thinks he is. I mean, to ME he's every bit as perfect as he was yesterday, as he was the day before, as he was the day before that. But the nastiness coming out of his poor, red, scratchy little eyeball makes people think he's ishy and contageious. His little kissies are still so perfect!

Kristalle got a new puppy, and I was worried that she had some poo on her or something that found its way into Tito's eye, but the doctor suggested that he "bumped into something." When I asked Tito about it, he said, "It's nothing, Mom. I fell down the stairs...er...I ran into the door...er...." It was then that I realized that Goober has been abusing my darling little Tito. I love both of my beautiful boys, but what are you gonna do? I had Goober arrested. He's been charged with domestic voilence and called me to ask for bail. That cat has SOME nerve. HA!

The building I teach in + Tito

The building I teach in is a performing arts building. It has three classrooms and an auditorium that seats around 350 people. Kind of small as auditoriums go, but it's a relatively new building. The band room (my room) leads to the band/choral office, which leads to the chorus room, which leads to the drama room, which leads to the stage, which leads back to the band room. So you can make a big circle of it.

My kiddos have been working this fundraiser where we have to make Hershey's Kiss Rosebuds out of bamboo skewers, Hershey's Kisses, red cellophane, and floral tape. So we've been coming in late at night to make the darn things. Since I'm a single mommy, I bring Tito Bean. Plus, the kids enjoy hanging out with him. The first night we were there, he was eating chocolate that we'd dropped on the floor. I reprimanded him. Not long after that, I heard the jingle jangle of his collar, but didn't SEE him anywhere. Then I heard him whine =( So, I set off to find my boy. I went through the only open door in the place - the door to the band/choral office. No doggie. I proceeded into the chorus room where Tito frequently likes to poo in front of the other teacher's desk. No doggie. I started to get worried. Then I went throught the next open door into the drama room. NO DOGGIE!!! I looked around and noticed that the theater door was open. I ran out into the theater, calling Tito's name. He came running to his mommy from the door to the band room!!!! He was right next to me when he was whining! He could hear my voice, but couldn't get through the door!!!!

Earlier that day....

I go home during my lunch break to spend some time with the little guy and/or let him out to potty. I was just getting ready to leave, so I got Tito on his leash and we headed out the door. We walked out the door and headed to the left. As we were mading a left on the sidewalk, Tito and I realized at the very same moment that his leash was not attached all the way. His little ears went back, and his little eyes fromed slits. Then he was GONE. He took off.

Now, we've done this before, me and my Tito Bean. He has always been a runner. There were the times he jumped out the back window of my car, the times he bolted between my legs when I would open the front door, and the times when (well the ONE time) I took Tito to the dog beach and thought he could be like all the other good doggies who stuck by their humans...yeah RIGHT. pffft. MY boy is not like all the other good babies. He IS his moma's boy.

He's sleeping like a little angel now, but when he wakes, I know EXACTLY what my perfect boy will do;) My Tito Bean is the bestest!!!

Tag

I got tagged a while back by Crazy Random Musings, so I'm supposed to write in here 5 little known things about me. I have to keep it clean though, just in case any of my family ever reads this thing =(

1. I'm a conservative democrat. Figure THAT one out.
2. I do not believe in any god or higher power, inherent good or inherent evil, infinity or any kind of afterlife.
3. I have a violent streak. That's why I'm on a roller derby team and why I believe I love shooting guns so much.
4. I don't really like my job anymore, and I wish I'd done what my momma said before I went to college. She told me to go into a field that would make me money. WHY WHY WHY didn't I listen to her????
5. If I won the lottery (with enough money), I would not be one of those noble people who would KEEP THEIR JOB. I'd still DO stuff, but it wouldn't be for any kind of real paycheck. What I want to do for a living: NOTHING. I guess that means I should have married rich and old with a heart condition. It's a shame how things don't always work out the way you planned.

And now I'm going to TAG some other people. I don't really know if anybody even reads this stupid blog, so I have no idea who to tag. If I could tag anybody in the world, I'd tag my dog, Tito and my cat Goober. I'd LOVE to know 5 little known things about them!!!

If you are reading this blog, consider yourself tagged. That includes you, Mark.

Muahs to y'all!!

My gun lesson with a real live gun slinger!!

Mark took me to have a gun lesson today with a real, live gun slinger!!! He was a very articulate, well versed, and very good teacher. I learned a lot. I learned SO much in fact, that I am now ready for competition after roughly only four hours of lifetime shooting!!! WEEEHOOOO!!!!

This is the target from my first date with Mark:

The shots are all over the place and the ones near the middle probably came from him.

This is the target from my first shots after our first private lesson today:

The lesson paid off, no?

This is about five minutes in today:

YAY!

This is about 6 minutes in today:

You know, I'm bad, I'm bad. You know it, mmmhmmm!

We got to shoot all kinds of guns with all kinds of ammo. I did best with the .380, but I wanna get a double action magnum. Those are sick enough LOOKING to scare your average burglar away!! Hayell yes!

MUAHS!

Clean at last, clean at last. Thank god almighty we are clean at last!

Since we didn't have students today (it was a teacher work day), it was "Take Your Tito to Work Day!" So, my boy got to come to work with me and help me clean up my room. He was such a good helper today that I promised him a trip to the doggie park after work. I came home and took a nap for a while, then my friend Kristalle and I took him to the park. There were two beautiful huskies there that kept him going for a couple of hours solid. He was WIPED OUT when we left.

Since he didn't have a lot of spunk left in him, I decided it would be a good time to give him a bath! Kristalle suggested taking him to the showers by the pool. She's a GENIUS! It was SO much easier out there than in my tub! It was much faster, too. Now Tito is all clean and happy. I'm waiting for him to dry off the rest of the way before I hop into bed. I don't want my covers all wet.

=D

On Death

I'm just going to do some rambling...on and on and on. Don't mind me. I'm not going to proof read either, so there.

I don't believe in God. I not a fan of all the rituals and I don't buy into the fantasies that people make up for themselves so they can feel better when someone they love has passed away. I've dealt with some death. Most of my grandparents are dead, and it's probably only a matter of time until the last one is gone. We think she's holding on for spite at this point ;) I've had friends die far too young. The most painful deaths I've ever had to deal with (I still cry when I think about them) were my Grampa Haack and my cat, Alice.

My Grampa had COPD, Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. It's a VERY slow death. It takes many years to whither away and die from COPD. I remember how thin he got at the end, and how he needed help with everything. My grandfather was a proud man, and it killed me to see him like that. Not long before he died, my grandfather was in the nursing home and left out of an activity involving my dad. I can't remember what it was, but he really wanted to go and couldn't. He and I were in his room alone together, and he started to cry. It was the first time I'd ever seen him like that. He asked me to end it for him. It's moments like that, when someone you love begs you for mercy, that you really find out what you're made of. Turns out, I'm a coward. I couldn't bring myself to even TELL anyone else what he'd asked me to do because I couldn't bear to see him go.

When my grandfather did die, he was on morphine and out of his head. My family left the hospital earlier in the evening, and I held his hand for hours. It was WAY past time, and I'm glad he didn't have to suffer anymore. Even though it's been years, my heart still aches that he's gone though.

When I was a little girl, my mom, dad and I lived on a cul-de-sac in Fort Dodge, Iowa. Our neighbors had a big white cat named Albert. I wanted one too - SOOOOOOOO BAAAAADDDDDD. One day, my dad came home. It was cold cold cold out but he was just wearing jeans, boots, a long sleeved shirt and a warm vest - no coat. He told me to come over to him. When I did, he opened up his vest, and out of the little inside pocket popped the CUTEST little white head. That's the day I met my baby, Alice. We spent years together. She endured SO much torment...I used to dress her up and walk her around in a baby carriage (omg....). She was certainly the QUEEN of the house.

She moved with us to Minnesota. My parents brought home a Chinese Shar-Pei puppy one afternoon, and even HE knew not to mess with the TOP dog. She moved with us again back to Iowa. After a break up with a boyfriend, my mom told me to go find a grey kitten. I think she was hoping to take my mind off of the breakup. It did, I did, and Alice never forgave me! But she still loved me, and she still let my Goober McBoober know who was BOSS. Back in Iowa, Grunt, the Shar-Pei died of a twisted stomach.

I cried the day I went to college, because I never imagined a life with out my baby doll. I would visit home and we would lay together on the basement floor until I got called away to do something around the house.

A while later, my parents brought home two of the cutest little lab puppies I've ever seen. Razzle and Zoe are getting old now, but they are still the cutest little lab puppies in the world! Alice must have been in her mid to late teens then. My dad cut a chunk out of the door to the basement so the cat's could get there if they needed to run away from the dogs. That was Alice's space.

As the labs grew up, they began to learn that the world revolved around Alice too. I'd come home from college and brush the mats out of Alice's hair. My dad would feed and water her in the basement so she didn't have to walk up the stairs. Every once in a while, she'd make her way up the stairs and out into the kitchen. Those 80 pound dogs had NUTHIN' on my Alice. My money'd be on her EVERY time. I remember one time in particular when she came up. The dogs were eating. She strolled into the kitchen, walked right up to them, and paused for a moment for them to realize they were in the presence of royalty. They saw her, stopped eating, and backed away from their bowls. Alice sauntered up to their food, munched a little, drank a little water, snapped her fingers in the air three times and said, "That's RIGHT, bitch!" and walked away. Alice weighed about 16 pounds by the way. LOL!

As the years passed Alice slowly began to deteriorate. Her beautiful white fur began to yellow, and she had more and more difficulty caring for herself. One day, my parents called me (I was living in Webster City at the time) and said they thought that it was time. My dad had to bath her so she could be clean, she had arthritis, and pretty much never left the perch my dad made for her on a chair in the basement. I went home that weekend, and we took Alice to the vet. She was very kind and reassured me that it was the right thing to do (you always secretly want them to tell you different). Alice didn't cry in the car. She didn't fight on the table - I don't think she had any left. They injected her with an overdose of anesthesia and my best friend, my sanity was gone. I held her in my arms while she drifted away. I've never felt pain mount an attack on my entire body like that before. It overtook me. It's out of this world how much I still miss her and how much it still hurts to think about that day.

Last night I whitnessed the passing of someone's beloved cat. My heart broke because his heart broke. He thinks I don't understand the attachment, but I understand better than he knows.

Someday soon, I'm going to have to make that decision for Goober. He's getting old too. He's 15. He used to be a big, big boy. He's sagging now, like most old guys do. His butt is boney, but he's got a little paunch on him. His eyes still sparkle, so it's not time just yet, but I know it's coming.

I think that one of the responsiblities that is part of your contract when you take a pet into your home is to put them down when they can no longer take care of themselves or when they are in chronic pain. Most people fight when faced with pain, but in the case of my Alice, she was EIGHTY FOUR YEARS OLD. Her little body was worn out, and it wasn't kind or fair to keep her alive. In fact, it would have been cruel. I knew that after all we'd been through together, that I owed her better than that.

In the end, I think it's all just over. There's no heaven. Alice and I won't be together someday playing in fields of dasies eating all the Cherry Garcia ice cream we can stomach without brain freeze. Nope. It's just done. No more consciousness, no more awareness. And that's ok. My dog, Tito Bean, doesn't need promises of some kind of great afterlife for being the worlds best doggie! So I don't need that to be the world's best mommy. I don't really care what it all means in the end. We won't really know until we get there. Or maybe we won't even know then. In the mean time, I'm going to stop typing this blog and get back to loving my babies. I've got a lot of that to do today!

EVIL

You Are 88% Evil

You're the most evil person you know. The devil is even a little scared of you!

How Evil Are You?

Kristalle

My friend, Kristalle, LOVES shoes. This made me think of her:

Cats

Hey y'all!!!

Mark made me dinner last night again. Ain't he sweet??? After dinner, we moved to the sofa to watch the crappiest cowboy movie I've ever seen. Imagine bad porn - like the kind you see on Max. Now imagine it without the porn. It was that bad. He collapsed on the floor. We were happily watching the movie when all of a sudden he says, "why do I hear my cats eating?" I listened, and I hear the munching sounds of a famished kitty!!! When I looked over at the table, Marshall, Mark's oldest cat, was in the process of making off with the remainder of my steak - that thing was as big as he was!! I wanted to give him a high five (the cat, I mean).

MUAHS

Let it SNOW, Let it SNOW, Let it SNOW!!!

It snowed here last Friday. I live in the desert. It should SAND here. Not snow. It was FRIGGIN cold, and all of a sudden my students started screaming that it was snowing...in Southern California...in the desert...CRAZY. We all went outside to take a look. It was, in fact, snowing! I said to the kids, "OOH! It's snowing! Hold your hands up to see if we can catch enough snow to make a snowball!!" And they all held their poor little hands up to the sky to collect the falling snow....Poor California kids....


HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!

Third time's the charm....

Yesterday I took a group of 43 kids to see FAMILY FEUD!!! My butt is still broken, so it was painful, but fun! We saw one family make $20,000! WAY cool. The kids earned about $400 from going (cuz they PAY their studio audiences!!), so we're going to get some new music or something.

Right after that, I had a date with Mark. He came over, and we were GOING to have a nice dinner. I was going to make hamboogers, with all the fixin's, chips and soda. I was gonna make my hamuggers on my little George Foreman grill, and then we were going to watch The Red Violin. Well, I kept getting side tracked with other stuff and forgot to make the hamboogers and then all of a sudden, my doorbell rang!!! I opened the door, but noone was there! I looked down and saw a box of hot chocolate, and a single red rose=D I took the money and ran, but before I could close and lock the door, Mark stuck his foot in the door and then rammed his way in, demanding his food NOW.

OOPS! I forgot to start the burgers! So I put em on. They were ready in upawards of 30 seconds. Go George! My kitchen was smelling yummy!!! I was HUNNNNNGGGGRRRRYYYY, so I got out plates and realized I threw away the buns with the cat litter by accident.....

So, we went to the store to get new buns. We got back to my house and started making our burgers when I realized I was out of katsoup!!!!!! OUT OF KATSOUP!!!! ARE YOU KIDDDING ME???? COME ON!!!!!! So we went back to the store to get it. Mark by this point, needed to be hospitalized due to lack of nutrients, but when we did finally eat it was SUPER yummy. The burgers were super done, but not crunchy. Nobody likes a crunchy burger...or so I'm told.

Oh, and if you ever have the chance, WATCH THE RED VIOLIN. And don't forget to put on the subtitles, k?

MUAHS!

Coolest Second Date Ever!

He made me dinner. How cool is THAT? Mark is DA bomb. I don't really need to say much more than that, do I?? HE MADE ME DINNER!!! THAT IS SOOOO COOOOOOL!!!!

Coolest First Date EVER!

So, I met this guy named Markaliscious (Mark 4 short). This was the coolest first date I've EVER been on! Very cool guy.

So this coolest first date: We started out at a pizza place where we had the YUMMIEST barbecue chicken pizza. Then Mark and I went to a shooting range where I learned how to shoot a gun! WOOHOO!!! I'm a badass now, and I'm thinking that since I want to pack some heat ALL the time, I may as well become a cop!!! Besides, they make more money than I do now AND they get to shoot people! YEAH! I could totally see myself rocking the streets of riverside!!!

G'night for now!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Happy New Year, y'all!!! MUAHS!!!!

This is my third installment of my now famous blog. I had a great new year with my friend, Kristalle. We got all dolled up and went to The Menagerie, which is a predominantly gay hangout. It was SOOOOOOO fun!

I totally forgot to post this blog because of how sick I was after New Year's Eve. I was SUPPOSED to go up to Pasadena, where I was going to camp out so that I'd have a spot to watch the Rose Parade, but I was SO sick, that I decided I needed to stay in the area. Not to be left out of the New Year's Eve activities, Kristalle and I decided to go downtown, where we thought there would be all KINDS of people partying! We did the responsible thing and took a cab down there. We got to the bar NEXT to the gay bar (I have no idea what it's called), where we played some pool against three guys. I sunk three balls on my first shot. Damn, I wish I could do that on PURPOSE!! Part way through our first game, their wedding rings magically disappeared, so we decided to go next door to the gay bar.

I'm pretty sure everybody there thought Kristalle and I were a couple. I hung out with the gay guys who were too tired to dance with their dates, while Kristalle kept showing everyone that she could put her leg over her head. WHAT a talented girl;)

That was the most fun I've had on New Year's Eve in a LOOOOONG time!