The Post With No Name

Well we survived our crazy week last week. I don't think we could have humanly done more than we did. Friday Curtis went to his conference in Albuquerque and I madly finished up costumes. We danced in the Aloha Festival Saturday. Sunday I gave my talk in church, we had a viewing for my grandpa, and Curtis came home. Then we had the funeral yesterday. It has been wild. Here are a few pics from our big day.

Grace. looked so cute in all her pink glory!The girls and I.

Me. Okay. Here's the deal. This was probably my best year dancing so far, and Curtis wasn't even there to see it. Big bummer. I was on the front row in the middle (I seriously don't know how that happened: I dance like Elaine on 'Seinfeld'. You know--the "full body heave"?)
Anyways, I was feeling so good about the whole thing and I was remembering all the moves pretty good when, BAM! Right at the end ALL of the other ladies turned in a complete circle at a spot where we were not supposed to turn yet. That left me...not turning. My moment of glory, shattered when I appeared to be the only one doing the wrong move, when in actuality I was doing the right move! It was pitiful. Oh well. Next year I'll be sure to dance on the back row!
P.S. I seriously need to do something about my "bat wings" aka "The Relief Society Wave". At least my lower half doesn't look half bad. Never mind that my skirt was so tight I could barely bend.


Hallie. She looked as elegant as ever.

Hannah and Malia. They were so good this year! Heck, they are good every year.

Akana Ohana Hula Halau. It was as fun as ever. And I know Clayre is already planning next year.