really!?!

Well, it happened… I finally received communication from my biological father. This was the text he sent me: “Still the silence? My love has always been the same good or bad times that’s what being your dad is. Love you. Dad.”

REALLY!?!

I mean, he literally doesn’t get it. He really has no idea what’s going on. THIS, folks, is why I’m partially insane. Remember how I said that when he did communicate he would act as if it is my fault? Yeah. Exactly. He goes and gets married for the fourth time, doesn’t invite me, doesn’t even casually mention it, shows up at a dinner with wedding bands and says nothing. But, of course, it’s my fault. I’m sure he’s thinking that I should have said something. Like it was my job to notice the rings and comment and congratulate them.

Of course, then you add the fact that he didn’t call me when my grandmother went in the hospital. But, I’m sure that’s my fault as well. I mean, if I had only noticed the rings or called more often, or whatever. Because, of course, he’s busy and needs to be forgiven for things but I have all the time in the world and it’s always the daughter to be the responsible one, right? Why not?

You know, sometimes I have such crippling insecurity. People who meet me think that I’m super confident and happy and able to do anything. I’m not. I’m a sad little girl who gets her feelings hurt very easily. I’m a sad little girl who builds up walls and sabotages relationships because of the fear. It’s like, well, I know they’re just going to forget about me and move on to something else, so I might as well just end it now. I mean, why bother putting all that effort in when you just know it’s not going to work out anyway.

THIS is what goes on in my head.

I know, it’s irrational, I’ve mentioned that before. I get it. I’ve been through therapy. I know what I need to do. I’ve read the books. I’ve studied scripture. It’s still there. It will always be there. I will never be able to get rid of the hurt. Last night, I was in full-on sabotage mode with Craig. It was awful. I tried not to but it was like the devil took over. I’m a freakin idiot. The worst part about all it it is that this was over text. I clearly could have proof-read my neurosis and edited myself to not sound crazy and yet I still hit send. It’s like deep down inside I WANT to push him away. Thankfully he hasn’t given up on me but he did say: “You make it tough pretty girl.”

That’s me. I make it tough. I ruin things before they really begin. Just when things start going well. It’s so much easier to just RUIN IT. The worst part of this whole thing is that I KNOW I’m doing it. I watch it happen. I see it come out and hear the words and yet I’m helpless to stop it. Y’all. I have such issues. I’m so thankful that y’all let me vent here.

I need to work on being better about keeping my thoughts in my head and not speaking them out-loud. I know I can do this. I know that I can be better about relaxing and going with the flow and not worrying so much and just enjoying each moment as it comes. I know I can do this. Again, I’m asking for you to continue praying. Pray that I get my shit together. Pray that I’m able to forgive my father and to stop trying to change him. Pray that I’m able to let go of the hurt and just live my life and be happy.

Thanks.

P.S. Today was a much better day than yesterday. His joy comes with the morning! Also, Craig is obviously not giving up on me because we’re going to the Jags game on Thursday evening. :-)

happy

That’s how I feel right now. Craig is turning out to be a very special part of my life and I’m truly grateful. We had a wonderful weekend. He’s an amazing chef. He’s incredibly intelligent. We have fantastic chemistry. Plus, we have such a good time just “being” you know? Good times on the couch reading and hanging out. It really was a perfect day. So, that’s all I have for now. I don’t want to get too carried away. I hope y’all understand.

On another note I splashed scalding hot water on my arm (by accident) today at work. It HURT. We have an instant hot and I was using it to rinse out and clean the cup I keep here at work and reuse for my water each day. I know better. I’m usually very careful. Good thing we also have an ice machine so I was able to immediately ice my arm. I just pray it doesn’t blister. Anyway, that’s all for now. Thanks for listening.

God bless y’all. Hope this week is a good one! :-)

The Immorality of Gluttony

Should healthy living be a spiritual discipline?

By: Marcus Thompson

Courtesy of: Relevant Magazine

If you stop by at just about any VBS event in the country, you’re likely to find pizza, chips or soda (maybe all three) being consumed by a 9-year-old. Grab a plate at many congregational fellowships in America, and chances are it’s loaded with unhealthy grub. Check any popular buffet in your town on Sunday afternoon, and you’re likely to find it’s packed with churchgoers.

Most Christian churches take pride in supporting the weak and afflicted. Well, this generation of youth is the first expected to live shorter lives than its parents.

According to the White House, nearly one in three children is overweight or obese. That’s more than 24 million kids. It is estimated that kids between the ages of 6 and 14 eat fast food 157 million times every month. Many of them will eventually suffer from diabetes, heart disease, kidney problems, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, orthopedic problems or sleep disturbances—and likely self-esteem issues.

In response to these unhealthy trends, First Lady Michelle Obama started the Let’s Move initiative to get kids active and eating healthier. Jamie Oliver spent a season of his Food Revolution show pleading for L.A. schools to produce healthier menus. But what is the church community doing to help the childhood obesity epidemic?

Maybe you have issues with the Body Mass Index (BMI) system, or perhaps you are wary  a discussion on weight could promote unhealthy standards of thinness. But whatever your concerns, you can’t deny childhood obesity is a problem. For the Church, the answer is probably not a fitness ministry or a series of sermons on how McDonald’s is of the devil. But churches don’t have to step outside of their general purpose to help; in fact, healthy living fits into the Church’s mission quite nicely.

“However we address it, we can’t really do it from the perspective of making [people] feel bad about themselves,” says Steve Martin, minister at Tri-Valley Church of Christ in Livermore, Calif. “You’ve got to convey the sense that God really loves you, you are an amazing person.”

A Healthy Example

Back in 2000, each state in the union was below 25 percent obese. The CDC reports that last year, 36 states were at least 25 percent obese, with 12 of them at 30 percent or greater. And according to the Arkansas Center for Health Improvement, the risk of a child becoming obese doubles when his or her parents are obese. Obviously, adult influence factors in heavily.

Maybe step one for churches in helping curb childhood obesity is setting a better example.

What message would it send to youth if they were given fruit before worship instead of donuts? If salads were part of the meal at youth events? If helpings at church functions weren’t so gluttonous?

In the 1980s, according to the Let’s Move initiative, children had an average of one snack per day; now, 20 percent of school-age children have up to six snacks per day. Safe to say they aren’t munching on edamame.

“It’s not like we have to only serve health food,” Martin says. “But what are we really serving? Are we monitoring what kids are given? Can we really expect kids to have the spiritual maturity to be self-disciplined on this? To not want fast food?”

The answer lies in our approach. The obesity battle isn’t an individual responsibility; it’s a community effort. Research on this topic attributes childhood obesity, at least in part, to the decline of the family dinner.

As the First Lady’s Let’s Move initiative claims, 30 years ago meals were cooked at home with reasonable portion sizes and included a vegetable. Now, the family meal is Taco Bell out of paper bags on the way home. As a result, Americans are eating 31 percent more calories than 40 years ago.

By just encouraging regular family dinner, it seems churches would be helping fight childhood obesity. In addition, the spiritual benefits of sharing a meal are undeniable.

“The Christian church from the beginning would break bread in their homes,” Martin says. “Food is a good context. That, to me, is what generates the idea of the family meal. Not so much that we’re going to overeat. But because we have to stop and eat, and food is a reminder of our daily dependence on God, it is a good time to slow down. Gather as a family, be grateful for it and talk a little bit. With work schedules, that can be next to impossible. … But I think that’s worth fighting for.”

Holistic Holiness

Many churches fail to address healthy living not because they don’t consider it to be important, but because they don’t consider it to be their job. Sometimes, no matter how much evidence to their union, matters of the body are separated from matters of the spirit.

Perhaps more holistic Bible education is in order.

Scripture’s teaching certainly addresses how people should regard their body. The Bible reminds Christians their bodies belong to God because they were bought with a price (1 Corinthians 6:19-20). And that those bodies are to be living sacrifices (Romans 12:1).

People know they aren’t supposed to steal, or have premarital sex or slap people they don’t like. But do they understand their body is a marvelous blessing they’ve been entrusted to manage? Do they grasp their service to God can be maximized by healthy, functioning “temples”? Such a perspective provokes a better examination of what is consumed.

Churches have been known to educate people about financial management, political issues and job opportunities. Some youth ministries offer tutoring and help teens in the college process. So it wouldn’t be ungodly to make them aware of bad eating habits, of health risks they face or even to encourage exercise. There’s nothing wrong with holding a movie night and showing Food, Inc.

“The faith-based community is uniquely positioned … because of its concern and investment in not only the spiritual well-being of its congregation but the mental and physical health as well,” says Taco Williams, the health policy advisor for the Delta Regional Authority, which is charged with enhancing economic development and quality of life for eight states along the Mississippi River. “Churches are often seen as a trusted source for factual and helpful information. That creates an opportunity to educate and promote healthy lifestyle choices across a multi-generational spectrum, which ultimately improves the health of children across the country.”

It’s clear that an awareness of our bodies and how we treat them didn’t start with a White House campaign. It started when God turned dust into flesh and called it a man; it started when He knit each of us together, fearfully and wonderfully. Our bodies were made with care—why should they be maintained any differently?

Article courtesy of Relevant Magazine.

Marcus Thompson directs the youth and young adult ministries at the San Pablo Avenue Church of Christ in Oakland, Ca. 

Does your church community address healthy living? Do you think they should, and how so?

Tomorrow…

I will be posting an article I read that discusses the topic of gluttony. As you may or may not know, gluttony is one of the Seven Deadly Sins. I know that none of us are perfect. I do not claim to have all the answers. However, I’m very passionate about speaking out against the consumerist culture we have here in America and I believe that gluttony is just as awful of a sin as greed. There are so many things we could be doing with our time and money instead of rampant self-indulgence. Okay. That’s all for now.

Anyway, I would love to hear your thoughts…

On A Boat

Hey y’all! I think this video perfectly sums up my weekend. “I’m on a boat” “I got my flippy floppys” “Poseidon look at me” … LOL. Sorry but that video cracks me up every time. So good.

Well, this weekend I drove down to Ponce Inlet with some friends and their family and we spent both Saturday and Sunday out on the boat enjoying the beautiful weather. It was super relaxing and wonderful being on the water and spending quality time with some good friends. It was just what I needed. Things have been super stressful lately.

Saturday I drove down in he morning and after picking up sandwiches for lunch we headed out on the boat. We were  just about to disappearing island when it started pouring. Not so much fun. But we were in swim suits and we were on a boat anyway so really it wasn’t that big of a deal. By the time we got back to the marina it was beautiful weather again and we spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool and then went to a restaurant on the beach for dinner. Sunday morning we got up and went out on the boat and the weather was just as nice.

I tell you what folks… I need a boat! I grew up boating with my family and it is something I truly enjoy. I really hope that I’m fortunate enough one day to own a boat of some sort and be able to take my family out on the water now and then. I really am a very lucky person to live here in the sunshine state and spend good quality time outdoors. It was a gorgeous weekend and I can’t thank the White’s enough for allowing me to tag along.

Hope that everyone had a nice weekend. This upcoming Saturday is my friend’s wedding. Hurricane Irene is headed our direction but I hope that it stays out at sea, both for the wedding and for all the people who could potentially suffer devastating losses from a major hurricane. I’m praying that it works in our favor. That is the one major drawback to living in the tropics.

Anyway, have a great week y’all. God bless!

Daddy Issues

Y’all… I’m having a rough night. After 32 years I still am not over my “daddy issues”. I mean, do people ever get over it? Three separate bouts of therapy and therapeutic drugs and I still have days where I’m so frustrated that my stomach hurts. I KNOW this is the reason I’m unsuccessful in relationships. I KNOW that the only person I can change is myself. I KNOW that I should be thankful that I’m happy and healthy and I have a step-father that for all his “issues” will always be there for me and really does love me and care about my well being.

However, I still get upset. I still have trust issues. I still feel like it’s my fault.

It’s irrational. I get that. I just don’t understand why people can be so selfish.

I always wanted that family you see in movies. The one where the dad actually gives a shit. The one where he doesn’t make promises to take you to Kings Dominion and then doesn’t call or show up and you don’t hear from for weeks. It is no wonder we have so many children in this world who turn to crime and who make horrible decisions about their future. Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it. If anyone can be trusted. Even though people have shown me time and time again how loving and kind they can be I still have this nagging fear that it’s all bull shit. That sooner or later the truth will come out.

I can’t stop it. Three bouts of therapy and therapeutic drugs and I still have “issues” that won’t go away. Sure, I’m pretty well-adjusted. I’ve survived and even prospered. I haven’t turned to drugs or crime and I don’t have children out of wedlock. I love the Lord with all my heart. Still, it’s super frustrating. It’s frustrating that he would get married (for the fourth time) and not a) think to tell me in advance so I could participate or wish them the best or b) even tell me afterward as a common courtesy. It’s frustrating that my grandmother, whom I dearly love, went into the hospital with a horrible bone infection and even though he told her he would let me know… he didn’t. It’s frustrating that months later I still haven’t heard from him because I know he thinks it’s MY fault and that I should be the one to call HIM.

I want to write him off. I want to take all the times that he’s been an idiot man-child and just leave it at that. What gets me is that my poor g’ma is sad that I don’t want a relationship with him. I think it really breaks her heart. She purposefully mentions my father when she talks to me on the phone. How he was over Sunday night and the storms were so bad that they literally jumped in their seats when the thunder boomed. How Stacey (his wife) came over this weekend and helped her clean out the garage. How dad is training a new guy at work and it’s super frustrating for him. I know that my grandmother wants me to look past his shortcomings and love him for who he is. I just can’t anymore. I can’t NOT be frustrated with him. I can’t NOT want to tell him that he’s an idiot.

But what I really want is a father who gives a shit. More than anything I wanted that dad who loved me unconditionally. That dad who was curious about my life and who wanted to be a part of it. That dad who would walk me down the aisle at my wedding and tell me how much he loved me.

The last few times I’d been down to visit my g’parents, my dad barely made an effort to see me. When I go down to south-west Florida I always stay with them and not him. Honestly though, it’s been pretty much like that from the beginning. When he was living in a frat house instead of being a grown-up my mother made sure that visitation rights went to my grandparents and he would come and stay at their house when it was “my weekend.” I’m actually very thankful for this. I love my grandparents so very much. I have such a close relationship with my grandma that I wouldn’t have if this situation hadn’t been the way it was.

When I got older I thought things would change. Like, maybe he’s just not good with kids. Maybe he just needs to get a bit older and more mature. Nope. He refuses to grow up. Refuses to be responsible. Refuses to give a shit about anyone else but himself. I’m thankful that he’s got Stacey. She’s really a nice lady. I hope that she takes good care of him and doesn’t get sick of him and will be around for his old age… because I won’t.

And that saddens me.

I really hope that I don’t screw things up with Craig. Things are going nicely. I really like him. We get along well. He’s cooking me dinner soon. I’m excited about that. I’m excited about the potential there. I also know what I’m capable of and I’m very capable of sabotage. I’m very capable of ruining things so that I can “protect” myself.

I hate to be Debbie Downer tonight but I need your prayers. I’d been holding back my thoughts for a while but then Jessica opened up about being pregnant and considering not having her father a part of the child’s life and I started thinking again and decided that I need to open up and that I need to ask y’all to really pray for my sanity. Pray for my relationship with my father, or that I’ll be more content to just let it go.

Thanks y’all.

G’nite.

My Style

One of my favorite blogs to follow is Young House Love. John and Sherry are incredibly talented DIY’ers and as an added bonus they live in my home state of Virginia so they have a little soft spot in my heart. Yesterday they did a funny post about how style quizzes can end up with some weird results so I decided to take the quiz myself.

Over at Ethan Allen you can determine your own personal style by viewing pairs of pictures and clicking on the one that most calls to you. When I took the quiz it told me that my style is Vintage.

I can honestly say that I was quite surprised that they pegged me correctly. I figured that I would end up with something that I really didn’t feel represented me and my style however this is pretty much dead on.

I do really like this style of living room. I like the paneled walls, I love the lamp on the end-table, and I think the bookshelf/console table thing would fit right in at my house.

This living room, however, is much more my style. I would be a little worried about the white slipcover but I guess the fact that it could be washed is a factor to consider. I love the walls and I love the prints and giant wall clock. I even dig the lamps.

This next room is what threw me off. I understand where they were going… it looks like something that would have been found in a farm house long ago. But the white is really not my style. Although, I currently have a white hutch and breakfront in my dining room that was given to me from my mother so I guess even though it’s not my favorite thing it really does fit in with my style.

The next room stood out to me because I’ve been eyeing a very similar cabinet over at Pottery Barn for quite some time now only on a smaller scale.

Next up is a lovely office that has those ladder shelves I also had been eyeing at Pottery Barn only slightly different. There’s that giant clock on the wall again that I particularly adore and the wood finishing on the walls as well.

Next up was a very nice media cabinet for a family room. I have to mention that I do not care for the chairs and especially do not care for the fabric pattern on the chairs but I do like that cabinet layout with plenty of book shelves and concealed storage beneath.

Then they showed me a picture of a dining room and I have to admit I’d been thinking about something like that for my dream home one day.

Finally, they showed me a picture of a living room and I am absolutely in love with the couch. I have to say that the color isn’t my first choice but I love the texture of the fabric and the turned legs. I especially love the seagrass lamp sitting on the end-table. Of course, the flowery print of the pillows and ottoman just aren’t doing it for me. I think that they might be confusing “vintage” with “grandma”.

Over all I’d have to say that Ethan Allen had some pretty nice stuff to chose from and pretty much had a good grasp on my personal style. I think that their version of “vintage” tends to be more farmhouse than I would particularly go for but overall they did a pretty good job.

So, go on over to their website and take the style quiz and let me know what it says about you. Do you think it judged you correctly or is it way off?

Oh Noes

This week at work has been hellish. Programs we tested in pre-production this summer aren’t working correctly now that they’re in production and unfortunately we were pretty far into certifications before figuring this out. Awesome. In addition, the financial department on Campus has been making ridiculous demands and accusations that have made my stress level such that my persistent heartburn has returned. Even more awesome.

So, is it Friday yet?

Ohmygoodness y’all!

On a different note, I have a funny/scary/lucky story to share with you:

On the way to work as I was driving up the on-ramp I noticed an unmarked police vehicle traveling alongside me. It was fairly obvious to me but since he was going pretty fast I figured I didn’t have too much to worry about. I stayed with traffic and (luckily) the rest of the folks in my lane weren’t going as fast as they normally do.

Further down the road the cop ended up in my lane a few cars behind me and I was about 6 cars behind the leader. We traveled a ways down the road when the road finally cleared up a bit and the leader of the “fast lane” moved over. All the cars passed this guy and slowly moved back into the right lane where they should be except this one BMW convertible that was directly in front of me who insisted on switching lanes in and out of traffic to get to the head of the pack.

At this point we’re all going close to 80 in a 60 so really none of us should have been pissed about there being so many cars in the left lane. My lane continued to thin out and the cop was directly behind me ON MY ASS and speed up to try and find an opening in the right lane to get out of his way because although I could tell he wasn’t itching to pull me over (even though I was going WELL over the speed limit) I knew that he was in a hurry to get somewhere. I moved over finally and he sped by me and then ended up on some other guy’s ass in the left lane ahead.

Suddenly he switches into the right lane and then left lane passing some cars (and he was driving rather reckless if I do say so myself) so I was wondering what the heck he was doing. I didn’t think he was on duty otherwise he seriously would have and probably should have pulled my ass over because I, along with everyone else on JTB, drive well over the posted 60 MPH speed-limit.

Anyway, I see the lights in his car turn to flashing just as the BMW switches to the far right lane which I’m guessing is because he noticed (finally) that the guy was a cop and tried to play it off like he wasn’t driving faster than he should but that cop totally pulled him over! That could have totally been ME. I was going quite fast when that cop was on my ass but then again I wasn’t swerving in and out of traffic and as soon as there was an opening I moved out of his way.

I think that when traffic started lightening up we were all still doing only about 10 over and the cop must have seen that BMW swerving in and out up ahead and then taking off going well over 80. I’m guessing that the reason he was riding my ass was to get me out of the way so he could go after that guy.

THANK GOODNESS.

All I could do was laugh out loud. For reals. I kept thinking, how am I so lucky that he chose to go after the BMW and not me? I still can hardly believe it. I have no idea what made him decide to go after the other guy instead of myself but I am eternally grateful. I probably could have gotten 20 over and charged with reckless driving. That would have meant 4 points on my license and a hefty fine.

What’s interesting about this whole thing is that this past weekend I got a parking fine for parking at Mickler’s in the bushes on the side of the road. There was NOT a no parking sign even though there was one on the other side of the road so I thought that I was in the clear. Evidently I was not. What really pissed me off about the parking ticket was that the cop drew a line through the pre-printed $30 and hand-wrote $40. ARGH.

Anyway, I have decided today that I will pay the $40 gladly because God saved me from a much higher ticket and points and horribleness. I am eternally grateful for that and although I don’t know if I can really curb my speeding because I’ve tried for years and no matter how many tickets I’ve received I still haven’t slowed down much (just gotten smarter… LOL) and really I’ve pressed my luck. So, I’m going to gladly pay my parking ticket and count my blessings.

Drive safe y’all! :)

Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie

YAY! I finally made it through the communication hoops in eHarmony and spoke with Craig on the phone this weekend. It was what I hoped it would be. He’s quite intelligent. He’s probably the first man I’ve been in communication with in a long time that can hold his own and who I actually feel a little intimidated by. I find myself wondering if I’ll be able to keep up with him and I LOVE IT. Plus, his voice was sweet and sexy on the phone. I’m especially impressed at how slow moving he is toward this whole thing. I’m glad that we’re just talking and getting to know each other first.

I must mention, however, when I got off the phone … this song is what was playing in my head. LOL. How funny. I’m trying very hard to keep myself level-headed about this whole thing but I did think it was humorous that ABBA popped into my thoughts like it did. I know that there are a lot of frogs before you find your prince and I know better than to get too excited so early in the game but I just thought you’d enjoy this bit of news. We’ll talk again this week and he asked me if I would be interested in meeting up this coming weekend so I’ll keep y’all posted.

Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!

Half past twelve
And I’m watching the late show in my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening on my own
Autumn winds
Blowing outside my window as I look around the room
And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom
There’s not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Movie stars
Find the end of the rainbow, with a fortune to win
It’s so different from the world I’m living in
Tired of T.V.
I open the window and I gaze into the night
But there’s nothing there to see, no one in sight
There’s not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight…
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight…

There’s not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Keep on Dancing it’s a Sunshine Day

For you:

So, the guy I was talking to on eHarmony met up with me for breakfast last weekend. Yeah, not so much. However, there is someone else I’ve been talking to and it seems to be going well. His name is Craig. He’s very interesting and we have great conversation. He’s quite intelligent and I find that to be a major plus. In fact, sometimes I feel like I might not be able to keep up. This would probably be the first time I’ve dated someone smarter than myself and it’s thrilling. Not that I’m the smartest person out there but it’s amazing how many men I’ve dated that don’t read and have no idea what’s going on in the world outside Gator football or what the waves are going to be like this weekend. It’s a refreshing change.

As you know, I’ve been doing the C25K and so far so good. Ran again last night and did surprisingly well. This weekend I’m planning on hitting the pool on Saturday morning and then doing some stuff around the house. I still have to get all the stuff out of the guest room and take apart the bed. My friend, Bethie, is going to buy it off me so that’s a relief! Lizzie is going to move in some boxes this weekend and probably be fully moved in within the next two weeks so I have to get my stuff in order. I’m having lunch with my friend, Wendy, on Sunday and I’m excited to see her. It’s been weeks since we’ve hung out! Next week starts my busy season here at work and I’ll be quite swamped. Between the long days at work and the million things I have coming up on the weekends I probably won’t really have good down time until September. It’s all good, though. My friend, Stacey, is getting married at the end of the month and I couldn’t be more excited for her! Hope that y’all have a wonderful weekend.

Keep on dancing y’all… it’s a sunshine day! :)