Get Down!

"If you can't dance in your house, then where can you dance?"

--Gary Ralph Krause

The other night my dad and I where doing dishes and jammin out to music, which is not an uncommon practice in our home. My dad tossed the drying towel over his shoulder and busted out his signature dance move... which I can't quite do justice to in words... but it involves some twisting of the hips and pointing of the fingers. I giggled and told him "nice moves". I think he thought I was making fun of him... so maybe I was a little.... to which my dad responded "If you can't dance in your house, then where can you dance?" So, I apologized and told him he could keep dancing... but I had ruined the moment. With this lesson learned I have been trying to dance a lot more around the house, especially in the morning when I am getting ready. I find that it makes my day go better... and I can work on all my sweet moves. I just think we should all dance a little bit more around the house... and don't laugh at your parents dancing... JOIN THEM!!!!

The Great Pony Puzzle

There are many people who jokingly talk about every little girl wanting a pony. I however can not recall that ever being a dream of mine. I wasn't really into horses, that was my sisters thing. She was a My Little Pony junkie, they were everywhere in her room. Now I will admit that there were many things I copied my sister on, but when it came to favorite animals I felt like I had to be different. We couldn't pick the same favorite, for that might somehow diminish my love for the animal... plus I would never be able to compete with the horse and pony show she had going on in her room. So I choose the monkey instead. So what does all of this have to do with the adorable picture at the top of this post. Well, I went to a farm the other day... you know just to hang out (it was a ward party). There were ponies all over the place, just walking around letting people pet them!!! I suddenly felt like a little girl... could I have denied myself all these years of my desire to have my very own pony? This little girl (in the picture), who never told me her name, was sitting all by herself.. I walked over and asked if she wanted to go and pet the ponies with me. You can't tell from the picture, but she was talking to them.. which at first I thought "How cute is that." Then when I went up to pet them I realized that I was talking to them too... but I wondered if it was cute when I did it... or if I just looked like a crazy person. Nevertheless.... I loved every minute of it!!!!! Call me a late bloomer if you will, I 24 years old... and I want a pony for Christmas. I feel like I just made my introductions for a 12 step group.... it's called Pony lovers anonymous. OK enough talk... more pictures!!!!