jianantonic | Dance!

Okay, I'm still sick, but I'm hoping if I ignore it, it will go away.

When I got here (I can't call it home...I'm not sure where home is right now...but I don't mean that in the depressing way it sounds) last night, my husband, who hasn't seen me in a week, grabbed my ass (well, it wasn't the first thing he did) and said, "Wow, you have definitely been walking to work!" It's true! Rad that after only a week he can tell a difference (because I can't). So that gave me the desire to keep my trend going, and I asked him to walk with me today. We walked out to the end of the Woodstone Meadows development and back, which is probably around 2-3 miles. It was cold as penguins (why do people say "cold as shit?" shit is warm.) outside, but the walk was good and I didn't feel terrible at the end of it. I lazed around the house for a good part of the afternoon because dammit, I am sick, but when the whole day had almost passed without getting "Lie in Our Graves" out of my head, I decided I HAD to find that CD and put it on. So I dug out my rarely-touched non-folk CD case and pulled out DMB's "Crash." I put it on track 9 and started rocking out. Jeremy laughed at me. But I can't help it. I LOVE dancing to that song.

I am not a good dancer. I can swing, cha cha, and I used to be a hot shit (see, a more appropriate use of the term) at ballet, but when it comes to freestyle movement, I'm at a loss. Sure, I move, and usually even in time with the music, but I look anything but sexy, which is, I think, what one shoots for while dancing. Well, I've long since given up on that goal, and I've learned to live with my awkwardness. I enjoy it. Maybe it's even one of those things where the enjoyment rubs off on others when they see how much I'm enjoying myself...if nothing else, shit, they can enjoy laughing at me. And that's okay. Because I am hot. In my own unconventional way:)

I only wish that my husband enjoyed it as much as I do. Then I could have the safety in numbers thing going for me on the dance floor. As it is, I keep my girations behind closed doors. But I can't keep them on this chair anymore. Time to shake, shake, shake this booty.

Peace.