Dance

When I called up my hubby to ask him out for the first time, I asked him to go dancing. He said, “No. I have two left feet.” We did something else instead another night. We love the same kind of music with few differences. I gave up dancing when we married but this past Christmas time we were dancing around in the kitchen together to “The Clash”, I think. Even two left feet can punk

My hubby and I went to the annual church Valentines dinner dance. The food was great, but…the music was 50 years old! Chubby Checkers is fun, but all things in moderation, right? After a half hour, we left. The music was for people who could actually hold hands while dancing. I was disappointed. So, we come home to a child who has never baby sat for that long before and what is this child doing? Watching “School of Rock”! My kids are SO GREAT! They have such great taste!

My daughter sent me a link to her roommate’s blogs, Oh, my gosh! How cool! “Journey”! How cool is that? I think these people must be pretty cool too.

Yesterday I did my “Monday, Monday” chores with by daughters’ burned CD’s playing. Fun Stuff. I reflect back on my choice to stop listening to music when I had kids. I needed the quite. I still do. But a little sad at what was lost to me. I love music. I love my kids more. I love my kids loving music. It’s their choice though. Choice is good. I love dancing. I love my hubby more. I love the smiles on my kids faces when mom & dad punk in the kitchen. The kitchen is better than the cultural hall anyway.