I really want to go dancing. I never get to, because honestly where am I going to go? The Jukebox (yes, it's an actual place in my town)? No, for me to go anywhere involves arranging childcare (HA!) and driving at least 2 hours (I live in the sticks). Not to mention if I want to go with my friends then we're talking at least a 6 month advance notice.
You want to know why I love dancing (probably not, right)? It makes me feel like a hot, sexy woman. Not a mother, definitely not a housewife, but a shade of who I used to be. And I can make believe that there are men out there who are watching me and thinking, "Dang, that girl can move," instead of "Dang, she needs to put on some make-up."
Meandering musings from a slightly cracked up midwestern momma.
About Me
- Em
- Iowa (that's where the tall corn grows), United States
- What the heck kind of description do you want? I'm 30 years old, mother of two, wife of one. I like long walks on the beach, cute little puppies, and I'm happiest when serving a home-cooked meal for my man. Oh, and I look like a walking Barbie doll with huge knockers. Alright, most of that isn't true, except for the "huge knockers" part, hehe. Okay, that's not true either...*sigh*
My guilty pleasures
- Us Weekly
- cat calendars
- banana bread dough
- Shalom in the Home (not so guilty about this one)
- Grey's Anatomy
- Romance novels (the steamier the better)
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer
music downloads I'm currently enjoying
- "Forever" Chris Brown
- "Just Dance" Lady Gaga
- "Viva La Vida" Coldplay
- "Kelsey" Metro Station
- "No One"
Alicia Keys - "Phantom Limb" The Shins
- "Rainy Monday" Shiny Toy Guns
4 comments:
You crack me up....do you sit at night and think of all this stuff before you type it out! I am SO not that clever.
Back to dancing.....I am with you there! I love love love to dance and do frequently when no one is watching except my vision of Patrick Dempsey while we are at some island retreat sipping margaritas and dancing to the marachi band.
But then I wake up and realize I am dancing in the bathroom to the music in my head while I am getting ready to go to work and the flab on my arms is keeping a better beat than I am.
Back in the day I was the first to arrive at the good ol Jukebox and last to leave. I would leave dripping with sweat (usually heavily intoxicated) and an occasional dollar bill stuck in my pants. Not because I can dance like a stripper but because they were paying me to stop!
My husband (who used to be quite the booty swanger in his day) not gets embarrased when I scream at a song I know and attempt to drag him to the dance floor where I act like I can keep up with the youngins and scream "I LOVE THIS SONG" woooohoooooo.
I am so depressed now...I have to get some work done
Did you ever see Knocked Up? There's this great scene where the older sister takes a very pregnant Katherine Heigl to a club and the bouncer won't let them in because they're too old....and pregnant. That's SO how I feel.
Do you know that they still play Stroke It at the Jukebox....and I still know all the moves! Those young ladies are jealous of my moves....or maybe laughing at the way my ass moves faster than the beat because it is so jiggly!
I am with you girls!! I LOVE to dance!!! When the hubby and I ever are at a place (rarely these days) that has a dance floor, and he doesn't want to dance, I tell him its like putting him in the cockpit of a plane and telling him to not touch ANYTHING!! (He LOVES to fly...) I miss dancing every weekend in college.....and lately ahve been addicted to the "So you think you can dance" reruns saturday mornings on MTV....
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