I know, I’m being a bit dramatic but for about a week it certainly felt like my blog had fallen off the face of the earth.

It all started after my move from Blogger to Wordpress. The move seemed to have gone well until I realized my readers had dropped off. I didn’t notice at first because I was getting an average of 600 hits a day thanks to Ellen and all the folks searching for a Tiddy Bear. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for the tiddy people, especially since some of them pulled up a chair and got to know me better but I’m missing my blogging buddies that I’ve grown close to over the last 18 months. I was making the rounds and visiting my friends but very few were stopping by. It didn’t take long for me to feel a bit paranoid as to why I was dumped. After a few emails inquiring as to where the hell I was I realized that I had royally screwed up my feed during the move. Somehow I managed to lose nearly 200 readers and I can’t figure out how to fix it other than to ask my blogging buddies to resubscribe.

It actually turned out to be a good timing because the weeks following my absence from the blogging radar got a bit crazy. It started with a pain in my chest. According to Dr. Google my pain was probably due to a slight case of hypochondria and costochondritis since I had the hallmark sign of pain when I pushed on the area under my breastbone. At first I blamed the pain on sitting over my ‘puter with the double D’s I had implanted last year but days later I ended up with a nasty respiratory infection that was most likely the cause of my pain or at least that’s what I prefer to believe.

I must say I have not been that sick in years and a little over two weeks later I’m still trying to kick the residual cough and runny nose. The dreary cold slit your wrist weather and one too many snow days that had me cooped up with four hyper kids and an even more hyper 70 pound puppy sent me into quite a funk. Then a friend of Isabelle’s broke her arm while in my care which pushed me into a major case of funkiness. The last thing I felt like doing was blogging to an audience who was only interested in finding out where they could buy a Tiddy Bear.

I’m in much better spirits today although our weather still really sucks. I can’t remember the last time I saw the sun for more than an hour.

What has helped bring me out of my funk is that I spent the weekend at a dance convention with Madeline, my dear friend Vickie and her daughter. It was our first dance convention and it was a blast. Vickie is so much fun to be around and with my bladder control problem that meant a lot of piss in your pants moments for me.

Our daughters also had a great time. Their teachers included Nick Bass who has danced with Janet Jackson, Britney Spears, and Justin Timberlake, and Ivan Koumaev who was featured on “So you think you can dance” and has also danced in a Hanna Montana video. Needless to say they were very excited to be in the presence of such phenomenal dancers. The girls learned a lot and Madeline won a $250 dance scholarship which was an unexpected surprise.

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The girls with Ivan

If you know me well then you know that hardly any event I attend escapes without me embarrassing myself and this one was no exception. My friend Vickie has a milkshake that brings all the boys to her yard so she was all for taking the parent hip hop class and talked me into joining her. Once committed to the class we find out that we would be performing our dance to J.T.’s “Bringing sexy back” on stage in front of our kids, their dance teachers, and the professional dancers/choreographers. I was scared shitless and to make matters worse I opened my big mouth that I could do cartwheels so I had to do a cartwheel across the stage along with three other big mouthed moms.

It ended up being better than I thought it would be. I didn’t mess up too bad at my sad attempt at being sexy. There was a lot of screaming for us fools which felt really great. The best part was how proud and excited Madeline was. I didn’t tell her that I would be performing so she was clueless until we were called onstage and she saw me run up. She waved her arms in the air while yelling, “That’s my mom!” That moment made making a fool of myself completely worth it. I could have bought the DVD to share with you but I don’t want to burst my bubble that maybe I looked a bit sexy and that I have some rhythm.

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The cutie patootie Tre Holloway who taught our parent hip hop class

Good times.

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