There is one way to know if I really feel comfortable around you. This is if you have seen me dance. You know you really know me when I feel comfortable enough to break out into dance for no reason around you. When I go to formal dances or am teaching that is a different thing, but when we are in the kitchen and I start singing and dancing out of no where, you know you've made it.
One of my long time passions is dancing. I L-O-V-E it. I truly get a high from it. I could do it all day long and never get tired of it. I have not pursued it like I want for one reason or another. Either we didn't have the money for classes growing up or the simple fact the nursing program doesn't look at your ballroom form while evaluating your nursing application has kept me from the art. Luckily I have been blessed to have a former ballroom dancer as my father. He has taught me everything I know. Even in my social dance class I knew most everything they taught.
When I was young I used to beg my dad to dance with me and teach me dances like the swing and the waltz. Then I would force my younger brother Eldon (who was the same size as I was) to dance with me over and over till I felt we had it right. My dad is my favorite partner (Eldon lost interest after the first thousand times I forced him to do the two step). Dad and I have taught many basic swing classes, won a merengue contest against a bunch of latins, and the yearly Rose Ball is the high light of my year because we always hit the floor to let loose and have fun. My poor mother has to fight me to even get a chance to dance with my dad.
I always am in a trance when I watch shows like so you think you can dance and dancing with the stars. There is something that stirs inside of me and longs to be there every time the music starts. It kinda kills me to know I am not as good as I could be if I would have spent more time with it. Shoot, forget the nursing....I should just go be a dancer. I mean who needs to eat?

(Me and one of my favorite dance tutors at the Rose Ball. Sorry the picture is kind of blurry. I mean come on, we were dancing!)

(At a church Youth dance. The funny part is I was the adult leader who came as the chaperone. It was funny to me when one of the teenagers who wanted to dance with me made me show him my ID. I jumped at the chance to chaperon because I don't often pass up the chance to get down with my bad self!)
Oh and let me just clarify that the only reason my dad and I won the merengue contest is because my dad really knows how to shake it! He's better at it then me. sad, I know.
One more story I wanted to add. Talk about awkward moment and if Cameron read this he'd kill me. But good thing he doesn't. When Cameron proposed it was a VERY romantic proposal. (he was good at that) However, when he had us dance there wasn't much space up there on the space needle and I was tripping over his backpack on the ground and was feeling a little stressed trying to dodge the bag, stay on my feet, and still focus on him and the feeling of the moment. That was not the awkward moment. That came after we were back in Rexburg and I made some comment about the dance and he got really hurt. I felt so bad and no matter what I said I could not dig myself out of the hole. So finally I just told him I didn't know how to slow dance because I just knew how to waltz. That made things a little better but still was not smart. Ohy, why can't I just keep my mouth shut?