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Posts Tagged ‘The Dance’

Tutu Redux

Friday, August 21st, 2009

By popular demand, (okay, an aunt and a couple of Grandmas), here is the video I have so far of the Tills in a tutu. . . .

This first one is Tiller and her class in the hallway at the rec center, getting some water. Kind of boring at first, but you get to see Ms. D, the bigger-than-life trashy, bleached blonde sixty-something woman, who teaches the class. She is wearing the I Love New York shirt. The first time I met her, she was dressed like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. My neighbor said one time she taught the class wearing a “Roofers do it on top” shirt. Effin’ awesome!

I need to work on my camera skills, but it was the first time I’ve used this camera. . . . This is Tills leaving class to go to the car.

And one more on the way to the car. Really, this is all about the tutu. If you have ever met Tiller, you will realize that her in a tutu is about as funny as me in a tutu.

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I Want to be an Elephant

Friday, August 21st, 2009

Tiller: [Crying and arching her back on the couch.]
Me: “Baby, what is it?”
Tiller: “I want to be an elephant!!!!” [More crying.]
Me: [Under my breath.] “Good luck with that.”
Me: [Aloud] “Why do you want to be an elephant?”
Tiller: “I want to be able to pick stuff up and pour it on my head!”

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Posted in Family, Home, Humor, Parenthood, Tiller, Video | 2 Comments »

Hope

Monday, November 17th, 2008

I hope my daughter never loses the nerve and desire to stand up on a bench in the playground and sing and dance her little guts out. At what point did we lose that?

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Twinkle Dance

Wednesday, August 20th, 2008

Tiller: What are you doing, mama?

Me: Listening to music. What are you doing, dancing?

Tiller: No, I’m doing my own dance.

Me: What kind of dance?

Tiller: The twinkle dance. You pretend you are the rock and I will be the twinkle.

Me: Okay.

We dance.

Tiller: I’m the star. Between the moon. We are all there. Except Lisa. She can be on the moon.

Um, okay.

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Dance Mix

Wednesday, June 20th, 2007

I was out with the girls a few weeks ago, and one of us asked everyone else what songs really made us want to get up and dance. She is putting a playlist together for her wedding, and was looking for suggestions.

Since then, I have been creating the wedding dance playlist of the century; 12 hours of butt-shaking goodness, which needs to be weeded down to about four hours. I have it down to about 7 at this point. For example, I can dance my ass off to Jesus and Mary Chain’s “Reverence,” but it is a wedding reception, with grandmas and great uncles, after all, and is your Mama’s best friend really gonna get off on a song that says, “I want to die just like Jesus Christ?” Probably not. It turns out that, upon reflection, much of mine and Todd’s music is the devil’s work, and we are going straight to the fires of hell. Right after I finish this playlist.

I thought, though, that before i started the weeding process, I would poll the Internet for final suggestions. What are your all-time favorite dance songs? And I know. You don’t like to dance. You can’t dance. BlahBlahBlah. You know there are a few songs that you can’t help moving your feet to, even if it is only in your bedroom with a hairbrush, or while you are cooking dinner alone at night.

Be honest. If it is “Let’s Hear if For the Boy” or “Dancing in the Sheets” from the Footloose soundtrack, just say so.

Not that I like that one or anything. I mean, what? No. I never owned that album. Shut up, Lisa.

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Young Folks

Tuesday, February 6th, 2007

We had a bit of a dance party last night after dinner. Rollie, in particular, loves The Dance. I don’t care how shitty your Monday is, if you can watch this and not crack a smile, you are a cold, soulless bastard. Or bitch, as the case may be.

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