Happy People Just Don't Shoot their Husbands

Jazz Funk has yet again saved the day. Been feeling a little draggy lately (and not the fab RuPaul kind, more like the down Eeyore) and need a pick-me-up in a major way. Man I have been using "major" way often lately, it might be my new super. Really, if you need something to do, I would suggest finding a local dance class, something really informal where you can laugh at your mistakes. Mistakes like oh say when you completely face-plant from trying to do a double spin -- yeah it's not like I would know what that feels like....

At this point I would say I have become one of the regulars...we all have a great time pretending we are one of the pussycat dolls :) The sass level is astronomical in there. Oh man, jazzfunk is wonderful.



Side note: This is good, you really want to continue with this story. As I was walking to class from work I was stuck behind this couple with a kid in a stroller on Mass Ave. An orange piece of thin rectangular plastic was dropped and the kid immediately let the parents know she wanted it back! The woman quickly picked it up and handed it to her. The woman than said "God forbid she looses that straw". The man immediately followed with "oh great, and right back into the mouth it goes". I honestly laughed out loud. One big HA! Part of me wanted to turn around end let the parents know that dirt is good for their kid, but decided against that one. I mean I had just laughed at them.

Dirt, does a body good

A friend posted an article from the New York Times regarding how eating a little dirt helps a body build an immune system. I found the article extremely fascinating. The idea is something that I personally have believed as well. I mean I am a big hand-washer, especially during cold/flu epidemics, but overall I'm not always that careful about what I touch. In fact, I feel that it may be this reason that my immune system is so strong, in all reality I rarely get sick (knock on wood). In fact, I don't think I have even had a minor runny nose cold yet this winter. (hoping this post is not jinxing me...)

What I do know is that for the last two mornings I have been on my way to work or a coffee house with the intention of eating breakfast and both times there have been extremely adorable and excited puppies just begging for me to pet them. So I did, I stopped petted them, let them lick my hands, and continued on my way. Less than 30 minutes later I was using that same hand to hold my pop tart/scone. It wasn't until after the fact that I realized I never went into the bathroom to wash up. But this doesn't bother me. Just like leaning my head against a pole on the t when I am exhausted causes no concern. I know people that carry around the anti-bacterial sanitizers, I dread the thought of becoming one of those people. As much as I hate sickness, I surprisingly have no fear of germs (i realize this may not make sense to you but it does to me). When I eventually get to having a kid - eeek - I fully intend to expose him to as much as possible, my kid will be dirty but healthy.