Let's Dance

Do you know that saying/song/inspirational quote, "Dance Like No One is Watching"?

I hate that saying/song/inspirational quote.

It really bugs me....I don't know about you but I dance the same regardless if people are watching or not and I dance any where the mood strikes.

Not really any where. I don't dance in meetings (that is not true either I just danced last Wednesday during our office meeting) or when I am sitting in the court room but I do occasionally dance at the office. Not to long ago while grocery shopping with my mom, a song came on and I started doing a little dance. My mom started laughing and said, "I forgot how much fun you are to take grocery shopping."

I try and get my nieces and "pseudo" step-daughter to dance with me in public...I have found that once they reach a certain age they don't want to do it but when they are young they will be silly with me. A few nights ago while I was with my 5 year old niece she and I danced in the rain, we didn't even need music.

I find dancing relaxing and it helps when stress level are high. Not to mention when there is a lot of tension in a room a little shake rattle and roll helps everyone to laugh. I find that when you are with family tension and stress levels can some times be high.

Strangely enough I don't dance when I am by myself...its always when I am with people and often I am being silly. I am less stressed when I am by myself and so I don't feel the need to have that tension release. Its entirely possible that I would have made a great hermit.

Since being a hermit is not in the cards for me. I want to be one of those older ladies on youtube that some videoed dancing while waiting for the bus, in line at the grocery store and especially at family gatherings.

My wish for you is to forget about if someone is watching or not and just dance.

The inspiration for this post came from Story Dam. Please check out this wonderful site for writers by writers. 

My Eulogy

If I was to write my own eulogy it would probably go something like this...

A Girl Named Michael died tragically today in a freak accident, she was crushed by a bookshelf that she had overloaded with books.

Michael was born in a small Idaho town, for 18 months her life was perfect and then her parents brought home one of several siblings. She then spent the rest of her life bossing her siblings, parents, coworkers and random strangers around. She could often be heard saying, "I told you I was right."

For years she lived an unsettled slightly vagabond life never really satisfied with what was going on, until she moved back to her small town. She loved being close to her nieces and nephews so much she decided that living in the small town was acceptable.

She meet her life partner The BF through his ex-wife, she could often be heard giggling about having the best how we meet story in the world. She took great pains trying to be a good and off beat "pseudo" step-mom...she really succeeded in the off beat part, the good part is subjective.

She is survived by her beloved dog Tashi, cat Tigger and a bunch of family. Actually a lot of family, more family then one girl should have and it would take to long to mention them all. But she loved them almost as much as the dog and cat.

She leaves behind a closet full of unfinished projects, more scarves then one person should own and a legacy of klutziness.

Autumn...My favorite Time of Year

There are a lot of reasons to like Autumn.

1. Cooler temperatures.
2. Pumpkin spice...everything.
3. The beautiful colors.
4. Halloween.
5. Football.
6. Spiced Apple Cider.
7. Peaches...lots and lots of peaches.
8. Tomatoes...lots and lots of tomatoes
9. Boots and sweaters.
10. Fuzzy socks.

Yes, I listed fuzzy socks as a top ten reason to love Autumn. 

It is in fact my favorite part of Autumn...getting to wear lots of fuzzy socks.

Thank about it, you come home from a long day at the office. You walk in the door kiss the kids and ask about homework. Kiss The BF and ask after his day. Then you make your way upstairs to strip off the day's uniform. 

You put on a pair of comfy pjs, yoga pants, or whatever you can find and last you open that one drawer and put on a pair of fuzzy socks. It is in this moment that you know you are home for the evening and that no matter what happened life is good and wonderful. It is possibly that in that moment you are happiest.

The moment doesn't last for long, soon someone is asking whats for dinner and you have to leave that moment but the socks will remind you.

What is your favorite part of Autumn?

The inspiration for this post came from Story Dam. Please check out this wonderful site for writers by writers.