Moves Like Jagger

I love to dance. I love to sing. I do neither well.

Not that it's ever stopped me.

One day, while sitting at a stoplight blasting my radio, I sang so loudly and off-key that there were kids hanging out of the bus beside me hooting and hollering. What can I say.... I was too busy "Free Falling" to care.

Unfortunately for my family, my penchant for all tunes and my awesome dance moves often cause them a bit of embarassment. My husband has been known to get up and move to another table, simply because I felt the need to bust out and sing along with Stevie Nicks at IHOP. The older man across the aisle thought I was hilarious. My husband? Not so much. He moved his entire meal to the other table and then refused to even acknowledge my presence. Poor guy. He thinks ignoring me means I'll go away. He hasn't realized that it hasn't worked for seventeen years. It's not gonna start working now.

Recently, I have been hearing the song "Moves Like Jagger" everywhere I go. I can't seem to get away from it. It's at the grocery store, in the car, at work. EVERYWHERE. It's such a catchy little tune, I decided to strike back. While cruising Wal-Mart with the hubby the other day, I heard the tell-tale strains. Suddenly, my feet developed a mind of their own. My hips began to wiggle. The next thing I knew there I was singing along, dancing down the aisle. I glanced over at my hubby with a smile on my face. He was horrified. He hissed at me to stop to dancing with my buggy. I laughed and told him that I had moves like Jagger. Judging by his face, I don't think he believed me.

The next day, I had a salon appointment. The stylist had just finished another client and had to go into the back to grab something. Suddently the song came on. I looked at my husband and he had the deer in the headlights look. He knew what was about to happen. One minute I was fine; the next minute the absolute best dance moves from the past 20 years began to erupt from my body. Okay. Maybe not the best. Definitely the most fun. I water-sprinkled. I ponied. I did the crazy sunglass move Uma Thurman loves. I did the drowning man. My daughter begged for the Charlie Brown, but I love my teeth too much. If anyone can knock out a tooth dancing, it's this girl. I had a blast. My preteen daughter even got up and joined me right there in the middle of the salon.


We moved just like Jagger. Oh, yes we did...if Jagger were a 70 something aging rock star who was having a seizure and being tased while attacked by fire ants....dude, we nailed it.


Here's the video....  It takes a bit to get to the music, but it's totally worth it once it does....  I dare you not to dance.