Friday, November 23, 2012

Dance I said, Dance, Dance And What I Know For Sure (This Week)

Um, I didn't like Knocked Up and never thought I would quote Judd Apatow, but damn I love what he said.
Wednesday morning I woke up inspired.  My brain wouldn't stop.  My ideas wouldn't stop.  I woke up and scribbled down my thoughts.  When my husband, Tim, woke up I told him the news.

"Honey, I wrote a poem," I said with the excitment of three cups of coffee before 7 a.m.  "It's beat poetry, I think you'll love it."

As I performed it for him, he stood there rubbing his eyes, convinced I had completely lost my mind.

"Um, well, I sound a lot cooler in my head," I told him after I was finished.

He smiled and said, "Honey, we all do."  
And then the he encouraged me to put it on YouTube.  Either he wants people to laugh at me or he is just all kinds of sweetly supportive and thinks creative expression is cool.  I wholeheartedly believe it's a little bit of both.

So, here it first attempt at beat poetry.  Here's a piece I call Dance I said, Dance, Dance.

Creative expression is vital, taking risks is invigorating and dancing is integral to a happy life, that is what I know for sure (this week).

Here's what else I know for sure (this week):

  • If there's a bright side to global warming, it would be warm November afternoons.  Afternoons perfect for family hikes.

Another album cover right?  They all look way too cool for this walk and this photo. Except maybe Tim, who wore sweatpants. What the hell?

  • My heart grew three sizes (Grinch style) just in time for Thanksgiving. Check it out:

  • Thanksgiving is over dude, it's all Merry F-ing Christmas from now until Dec. 26-ish.  My kids are already catalog shopping and Christmas list making.

  • Time is a funny thing.  If I'm posting this, it means that I survived Thanksgiving with my crazy mother. It means that time has moved on.  It means that I am trying to revel in the right now, this moment and find hapiness in it.

  • Instagram isn't dumb.  I've seen people in Facebook posts try to dumb down Instagram and I get so pissed.  Instagram is fun art.  It's creative expression.  It's a picture, a filter and a quote.  It's finding the right light, the right angle.  It's finding your inner photographer that you didn't even know was there.  It's brilliant.  All the pictures on this post were taken with the Instagram app.  Come play with me here:

  • They can't. They won't. They never will. Stop the party. Okay those are lyrics from PitBull.  What the f&#k did we ever do before Pitbull?  Here's his latest lyric video, because even though I love him the other video was way too racy.

Get funky. Now stop.

What do you know for sure (this week)? C'mon, we're friends, share what you know.  Leave a comment here or on the Facebook page.

I'm linking up today with my instagram/Blissdom/blogland friend Greta from and her pal for the #iPPP link up.



  1. I love your poetry so much, and ohmygoodness I love that bowling dance from your son.

    Instagram rocks. Merry F'n Christmas. :D

    1. Thanks for loving my poetry, you may be the only one that does. :) The bowling dance killed me, so funny. He had no idea I was taking the video which made it so much better. He's a dancing kind of kid.

  2. Just watched your Dance video with my kids...we all loved it! I said, "See, I'm not the only crazy mom:)", Drew said, "Yeah, she's crazier!"

    1. Oh my gosh, I'm so glad you liked the video. And I'm glad I'm not the only crazy mom out there. LOVE Drew's comment, I win! Wait, what do I win as the craziest? Uh-oh. lol.