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The Pinnacle of My Dancing Career

You know I'm a dancer, right? I mean, I don't currently dance but I only retired shortly after my 41st birthday and only because we couldn't get studio time. I donned my black (because black is slimming) jazz pants and my most beat up t-shirt, tying my hair up in a sloppy pontytail, skipping the leg warmers and slipping on one baby sock on my left foot (my turning foot) to stretch, leap, skid, turn, spin, lean, and slide with other dance moms every week.

It was an enjoyable and torturous weekly event. Some of the women had been dancing all their lives. Some of the women hadn't even hit their 25th birthday. Some women didn't have children. One woman moved onto other hobbies like dancing with the Utah Jazz dancers.

Others, like myself, have graduated to dancing their sad little pirouettes on the kitchen hardwood floor every week or two. It is at this time that I demand my children "get off my stage" while I am performing. In my mind, I'm pretty darn talented.

Imagine my horror when I was dancing to Myley Cyrus' It's the Climb and recognized my own reflection in the window, mimicking the cheesy hip swing of a 14 year old Hannah Montana.




Seriously, that's just too sad for words.

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  1. watching that cideo made me laugh so hard. My mom was in nursing school when I was 3 and under. So as part of her studying she would teach me the medical names of bones and body parts. It was mildly funny when she would say things like "Is this your calcanus?" for me to shout out... "Mom, no... it's my patela"
    She has it recorded on a cassette tape and it's so funny to listen from time to time.

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  2. If you ever make your way to New York City you HAVE to tell me! There are three dance studios on Broadway where anyone can just walk in and take a class for $16-$18. It's SO much fun!! 80 year old men dance with Broadway stars all taught by Master Dance teachers and performers in the industry.

    I dance like Miley Cyrus on my hardwood floors too.

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  3. Refreshing to know I'm not the only 40-something that dances in the kitchen. I just love those slick floors.

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  4. Even that looks better than I do when I shake my tail feathers around my house!

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  5. I want to join your squad! If you choreograph the routine, my mom can make the outfits!

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  6. 1st off- You do NOT look like you are in your 40's.

    2nd- I am impressed that you can still get up and dance!

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  7. You made a lot more distance than me. After years of ballet, jazz and culture, my shoes only made it as far as my kids dress up box.

    Sure, I still dance around with the kids but I'm mostly dancing on the inside.

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  8. .. why didn't the teacher slap those kids?

    Good for you dancing! Tiffany's Avery told me I embarressed her when I danced. Whatever!

    I totally see where your husband gets irritated-I work every day at 5am so I am up at 4:47... ick!

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