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Throw your hands in the air

Me surrendering in one of my dance offs
And wave 'em around like you just don't care. That's pretty much my dancing strategy. It's all in the arms. Most people who know me know that I LOVE to dance. And recently, I seem to love DANCE OFF's and participated in many this summer during our marathon of weddings (most of which I lost, by the way).

Not only do I love to dance, but I have pretty wicked awesome dance moves, in my humble opinion. Sure, my robot isn't the standard robot you're used to seeing, but it's the scarecrow like movement of my arms that makes my robot so unique. My biggest area of strength with my dancing is most definitely my arms. There's no limit to what my arms and hands are capable of when they get moving to the "right beat" - aka, anything Black Eyed Peas and most recently Like a G6.

Because my upper body dance moves are so good, I excel at dancing in the car. When you're sitting down in the car, all you have to work with is your upper body so you really have to make sure you're giving it all you've got. And I do.

Pat drove us to Columbus last weekend for the OSU game, which allowed me to get down with my bad self in the passenger seat. I am usually well aware of my surroundings and only engage in embarrassing (aka wickedly awesome) dance movements if there are no other cars around us on the highway. But when Imma Be by Black Eyed Peas came on the radio, all my inhibitions must have flown straight out the window because idda be making a fool out of myself when an SUV pulled up right beside us. Of course it had to be a vehicle taller than us so that he was actually looking down on me and watching me flailing my arms around and singing.

Pat, who saw the car approaching and resisted his temptation to warn me so that he could enjoy the extreme embarrassment he knew I was about to experience, tried to console me after the car passed by saying "hey, look at it this way...at least you'll never see him again." As he was saying this, he started to speed up so that we were once again, right next to the SUV. I was truly humiliated while Pat was laughing hysterically.Payback for all of the Pat bashing I do in my blog? Perhaps.

Don't worry, the incident didn't make me want to give up on my car dancing all together. I did the driving, one armed dance just last night on my way home from work. And before I go, let me share with you my ultimate favorite dancing song...

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Kristen said…
I wish you posted something daily because I sure get a laugh out of almost all of your posts!!! They make my morning :o)

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