Waz up 123

Yes,

My feet HAD to be marked

sad, but true...

All my social moments now?

Are about this dance,

learning it, practicing it,

talking about it...

and we have a new language,

to go with it

"waz up 123,

shake-it-and-a-uppa,

roar turn roar turn,

and rock on rock on rock on,"

We fall asleep to them

wake up to them..

(standing in the post office line,

mumbling them,

feet even moving a bit)

and my dogs and cats

have been coerced into participating

when my "feet marking" friends

aren't available...

It seems...I am certifiably?

Thrilled!

We practice and practice

and practice...

in the driveway

(this dance requires a lot of room)

following the only one

who really knows all the moves

and well...

when it is clear I am a liability,

always going the wrong way,

the sharpie comes out.

(Should have been two L's)

Didn't we all have things that

growing up,

we really wanted

to believe we could do

and probably tried

and it turned out so wrong

that even tho the embarrassment

didn't kill us,

we wished in that moment,

it had

and thats what is remembered

in every cell of our being...?

Mine, was in high school,

when I got an invitation

to participate in a beauty pageant,

(few know this,)

think it was Betty Crocker thing,

and probably randomly

came from a box of cake mix!

Picture hippie jock introverted poet me?

in a pageant!!

I did it, for my mom

cause she wanted the beauty queen

kind of daughter and the not

the very strange one she ended up with.

ha

I had my hair permed which

turned out badly,

my eyebrows waxed

which also turned out badly,

My talent?

was reading a poem I wrote

to "Nadia's Theme" while surrounded

by all of my adolescent paintings,

also a distaster...

And we had to dance,

on stage, in front of thousands,

in heels and a long flowing dress

never did get the moves,

always going in the wrong direction

and was finally asked to just help

with "things" back stage!

Stuck to being my hippie jock self

after that!

This time I don't want to help back stage

I want to dance!!

And after last nights rehearsal

and a complete run thru

(this routine is 6 minutes long,

an eternity when trying

to remember what comes next)

I announced...

"okay, this is possible

won't be pretty, but it is possible."

On the way out the door

my "tattle tale friend" says ...

"at least you found a use

for those man hands of yours"

thanks...

I may have two left feet but

my hands make pretty

good zombie claws!

Gotta take the gifts

where ya can find them!

Pam