I love to dance.
I mean...I am a dancing fool.
|Here I am competing on Dancing With The Stars!|
Ask anyone who know me well and they will tell you that if there is a good beat...or even a bad beat...I am moving.
If I am sitting, my head starts to do this chicken/pigeon head thing. It is very attractive I am sure. And I am fairly confident that a "white-man's overbite" takes over my face.
|Yup. Kinda like that.|
Life is short.
It moves pretty fast.
And no...I am NOT going to insert a photo and caption of Ferris Bueller here because I have done that a few too many times already.
Don't do it Lora.
Don't do it!
I would never do that.
I am as innocent as a flower.
Anyhoo...Ferris had it right. And we need to learn how to seize the day like he did and twist a little more and shout a little louder.
|OK....I just had to.|
Great movie. Great scene. Great song.
No, I am not here to promote playing hooky...although sometimes a "mental health day" is in order. But it is what you do with that lovely, extra bit of time that counts.
I say...take that time...and frickin' dance dudes!
|This is now on my "to read" list.|
Now you can take this literally. I mean, literally put on your dancing shoes and put on your Michael Jackson and put on a smile (and perhaps some clothes - optional) and boogie.
Or, you can take this as a metaphor. Because as you know...I really like those.
What makes you smile?
What makes you laugh?
What makes you lose track of time for just a little while?
If dancing doesn't do it for ya...and try it if you haven't...but if it just does not churn your bu-dda...then do whatever it is that does.
|She is actually doing the dance move "Churn the butter".|
If so...give them a call and make a coffee date.
|"I am having so much fun I want to dance!"|
"I KNOW! Me too!"
Do it now.
|Common! I don't have all day here peeps!|
As for me...I like to dance.
I am not too into the dance club scene these days, but the odd time I go out dancing with girl friends or find myself at a wedding...watch out!
I am actually going to Mexico...at a big resort...with lots of music and fun...and this trip also involves a wedding...so yes...you guessed it!...I will be catching up on some much needed get down and grooving!
|Maybe John will be in Mexico?|
Well...maybe not. He has a few other issues he is dealing with right now.
But on a day to day basis, I try to incorporate dancing into my daily round.
I dance with my baby around the living room.
I dance FOR my baby as I prepare his lunch. Apparently he enjoys this.
|"Look at Mama dancing! YAY!"|
I dance with my older boys as we tidy up after dinner.
I car dance.
Oh yes...I dance in my car!
|This is not me. But it might as well be!|
She's got da ticket!
For those of you who do not know the fine art of car dancing, well...you are missing out peeps!
I do not just listen to tunes while I drive. I GROOVE.
|Drew car dancing.|
Apparently it's genetic.
The kids in the back often get involved and we quite enjoy entertaining the people in the cars next to us on the highway in traffic or at the stop light.
As they sit there twiddling their thumbs, we are head banging to Bohemian Rhapsody or The Ramones or Mama-say Mama-sa Ma-Ma-koo-sa-ing to MJ with our hands in the air and giggles trickling out the windows, threatening to contaminate even the moodiest fellow drivers and passengers with our joy.
|Party on! Excellent!|
And no, I don't always feel like dancing. I am sure chickens don't always feel like laying eggs either.
But maybe the dancing is what has to happen before the feeling comes. Just like the original egg. Or was it a chicken? Hmmm.
But I digress...
Just do it I say.
Life is too short.
|I'm sure Gaga would agree.|