Is something a little off?

When I was a young lad, I used to have a subscription to some children’s magazine – I forget the name. In that magazine, there were games and riddles and things of interest to a girl my age. One of my favorite things was to look through the “What’s wrong with this picture?” page to find issues. There would be random and odd things buried deep within the picture, and it would take me lots of time to find all of the errors. My mom probably got me this subscription for that very reason – it kept me entertained for hours on end.

So, why am I bringing this up in my old age?

I just had a wicked flashback to my youth, and the picture below is why. See anything...odd?

(Image from http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com)

We are a part of the rhythm nation.

Who has rhythm? Certainly not me.

I used to dance ‘til dawn. And I was quite good at it, to be perfectly honest. I had rhythm, I had stamina, I had the ability to drop it like it’s hot without dropping it and not being able to pick it back up again. So, will someone please tell me why I’ve been channeling my inner Elaine every single time I try to dance now?

You may be wondering why I'm even dancing at this point, me, a 31 year old mother of 1. Well, there's a simple explanation for that - my child loves music and loves to dance. I figure, why not dance with her? She can learn from a pro, and then maybe she can drop it like it's hot. Although I'm not sure I want my daughter dropping anything like it's hot. Truth be told, I don't even really want to know what "it" is. I digress. The other day I was dancing with Anna to Michael Jackson - her favorite artist - and I realized that I no longer had rhythm. If I had on a pair of mom jeans and a short, soccer mom haircut, I'd totally win an award for Doofus Mom of the Year.

If Anna could speak, she'd be bowing her head in embarrassment and saying something like, "Mom, PLEASE stop!"

So, where's the disconnect from the rhythmic dancer of yesteryear and Mrs. Mom Jeans of today? Is this how it's supposed to be? I guess so, huh? There aren't many middle-aged women out there who can shake it like Shakira. I guess at some point you must trade in your dancing shoes for a pair of Easy Spirits. I just didn't expect it to come this quickly. I must try to hold on just a bit longer, so I will work at it. While Anna is napping, I will turn on Michael Jackson and try to be a part of the Ryhtym Nation once again.

Oh, and totally off topic, the winner of the "Caption" contest for wittiest caption is…

Wait for it...

I've decided to give 1st, 2nd, 3rd place because there were some really good ones!

3rd place: “I KNOW this song is about me” by Meg
2nd Place: "Anna practices her Steinmart smile" by Mandie
1st Place: "Warning: objects in mirror are as vain as they appear" by Berg

I really enjoyed all the comments, though, so I hope no one has hurt feelings.

Here's this week's Picture of the Week - I'd love to try this again with the caption contest. I think it's fun, plus I truly enjoyed meeting some of the "lurkers" and look forward to hearing from you guys again (hint, hint).

I will post Anna's 10 month photo fail session in a day or two. I'm a total slacker, as usual. At least I have the photos taken already - I just need to edit them and post them. Be on the lookout!

Picture of the week – Caption Wanted.

So, I’ve decided to start posting random pictures every week. That’s my job. Your job is to help me come up with something pretty and witty and gay to caption beneath the picture. BTW, that was a throwback to an old song, so don’t be gettin’ all PC on me here.

Who is up for the challenge? Better yet, who reads my blog? I'm challenging you to not only post a witty caption for the picture below, but to also introduce yourself in the comments section. I love "e-meeting" new bloggers, so come out of hiding. I know you're out there - SiteMeter tells me so. I'm scared only one person is going to post, so I'm really going out on a limb here. Can I count on you to let me know who you are?

I'm totally stealing this from my good friend Mandie, btw.

So, here's the picture to be captioned this week. Once again, Anna was caught looking at herself. My, my, my. Whomever (whoever?) comes up with the wittiest caption will be mentioned in my next blog post, so think hard, k? ;)