Death by dancing.

I have wonderful friends. That's the truth. They are all super talented in their own way. Some are quite attractive, some are very musically inclined, and others can dance. I am not talking just any kind of dance, I mean ballroom dance. About a year and three or four months ago I started hanging out with this girl named Makenna; she is a ballroom dancer. Here in the Phoenix metropolitan area there is a ballroom dance studio called The Paragon where Makenna likes to bust a move. At an early stage in our friendship Makenna convinced me to come with her to The Paragon. There may have been some mention of cute guys as a bribe to get me to go, but nevertheless I went. After that first night I never wanted to go dancing again. I had no idea how to ballroom dance and I felt like a complete idiot. Eventually I decided that I really did like to dance and so I went dancing again. I remembered why I did not like to dance and it is not so much that I am terrible at it, because there are cute guys that are always willing to teach me, but I have come to find that dancing makes me hyperventilate. Seriously, just having Makenna teach me steps almost makes me go into convulsions. Just last Wednesday Makenna was teaching me some Cha-Cha steps. She taught me this one move that would have the guys hands come down around my head and I literally shied away from Makenna as she was demonstrating. Then one of our male friends, Noor, came over and started to dance with me because he heard about my hyperventilation problem. I was doing pretty good until he tried to dip me! Who does that? Really? Really. Of course Makenna and Noor found my aversion to being dipped as just another challenge. Thus, I was told/talked into being dipped. So Noor dipped me, I survived to tell the tale and now when I think about dancing anxiety overcomes my body. I still like to dance, however, I think it may be detrimental to my health. :( Oh well if you do not hear from me anymore it is because some handsome feller has literally taken my breath away as I dance with him tomorrow night. :)

Family Game Night.

First off I would like to tell everyone that Spring Break is here and I am so happy! Well this past weekend I went to my parent's house. To understand my family, and this post, you have to know that both sides of my family are GAMERS! Now I am not talking those fancy video or computer games, I mean old fashioned boardgames, card games, sports, basically anything related to these subjects we play it. We all have our likes and dislikes; and just like a society fads come and go. Such as when I was younger my dad and brothers would play Rail Barron almost every Sunday. Then Settlers of Catan (which, after a while, I refused to play because it caused so much contention in my family) came into the picture and many other boardgames. With the new generation coming up (my nephews and nieces) the simpler games are becoming popular again. Such as this weekend we played several games of what I like to think of as "Uno Championship". You know other families have one game night a week but in my family, whether we are with my mother's family or my father's family, it is more like family game marathon. Seriously, my family will stay up until 5 AM playing games, go to bed and get right back up at 7 AM to deal with kids and getting ready. So when I say we are GAMERS, I truly mean GAMERS. I love my family and they make life super fun and enjoyable.