Some Days You Gotta Dance

Some Days You Gotta Dance



I have always been a dancer. I may not be a great one, but I like to have fun. I love to move and groove (usually to my own drummer!). Its funny because Little Man will tell me to stop dancing. Especially if I tag team it with singing-and then his little blonde head is ready to explode. I have a new favorite song-the Show by Lenka. Don’t ask me how I discovered it because I am so not hip. But its got an infectious beat and its very fun to listen to when I am getting ready in the morning. I dance around my bathroom with my toothbrush or hair dryer, be bopping to it.

I couldn’t tell you the last time I went out dancing. I remember when I was younger it was the cool thing to do. Some of my friends went for the alcohol, some went to pick up the opposite sex and then there was me-I was there to get my groove on. I probably made a total & complete fool of myself, but that’s ok. I had a great time embarrassing myself.

When we were planning our wedding, I tried to convince my husband to be to take dance lessons with me. I thought it would be fun and romantic, but that didn’t exactly work out the way I had hoped it would. In the early days of our relationship, we would dance but that was a very long time ago. I miss those days-we would dance around the living room and just laugh, hope and dream. Now that I guess we’re older and married now, our dancing days are through. You would think with Dancing with the Stars it might be inspiring, but not really. Occassionally I will get the Little Man to dance with me, but that usually lasts 15 or 20 seconds-not even a chorus! But its better than nothing and I will take whatever partnership I can get. Maybe one day he’ll swing me around a dance floor. IN the meantime I’ll just be bop around the house to a cheer of No dancing!!