I Laughed So Hard, Tears Ran Down My Leg

I dare you to watch this video and not smile.

Laughter really is the best medicine.  I mean who doesn’t love a legit LOL moment?  Humor such a good character trait and much more contagious than any cold or flu.  Think about it, if you ask someone what they are looking for in a partner they almost always have “a good sense of humor” at the top of the list.  Now think about the last time you had a good, laugh out loud, un-intentional ab work out laugh.  Doesn’t it just make you smile?

This weekend I’m heading back to my home state of Maryland (represent!) to celebrate my sisters; Kate’s engagement and Ashlee’s birthday, and I cannot wait for the laugh out loud moments to unfold.  It’s kind of like waiting to open presents on Christmas day you know there are good times just waiting to be unwrapped.

You know that commercial “gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now…”, well it’s pretty much my family to a T.  When we have to go, we have to go.  Usually I end up doing a weird gallop dance in place trying to refrain from peeing my pants until I feel I can safely get to a bathroom (which I totally misjudge at least 50% of the time).  As a result of my poor judgement in time I’ve developed a reputation.  I usually get at least 1 package of depends or some other novelty gift that is making fun of my weak bladder, everyone’s always a comedian when it comes to gift giving.  But the best gift is the memories that come along with it.

Needless to say, pants peeing is not uncommon in my family, especially once the alcohol and laughter starts flowing. But who cares, I say embrace it.  I remember the first time I had ever heard of such a thing.  My mom was having a party and all her girlfriends were over.  They were all sitting around laughing and her one friend Janet peed her pants from laughing so hard, do you think she let that stop her from a good time?  Hell no!

Kath: (while laughing hysterically) “Oh Janet! Are you going to go home and change?”

Janet: (while laughing hysterically) “Hell No, I’m having too much fun!  Go get me a trash bag to sit on!”

Now THAT is what I’m talking about!   Over the years I’ve learned to become proactive instead of reactive; I’ve become an stealth squat popper (experience level: expert), I pack extra skivvies for trips and try to stay in my bathing suit as much as possible on my days off in Key West.  I’ve learned to stay away from wearing jeans when day drinking (dresses are much more convenient for emergencies) and how to turn my weird gallop into a dance move so it’s not so obvious when I’m biding time to make it to a bathroom.

If I could spend the rest of my life laughing I would; In fact, I think I shall!  Here’s to a weekend of family, friends, extra skivvies, un-intentional ab workouts and priceless memories.  Cheers!





Call The Cops, I Murdered The Dance Floor

In my opinion “Regret’s Only” invitations translate to of course you are attending and if you aren’t you are stupid.  So here’s my “regrets only” invitation to learning how to stay young forever, have the best time of your life, and burn calories at the same time.  It’s called a dance party and if you haven’t been to one (alone in your kitchen counts) then you need to #getwiththegets.


My mom taught my sister and I how to jitterbug when we were kids and that was all she wrote.  In fact, whenever Pat Benetar’s, Bloodshot Eyes comes on I get an instant flashback to the summer of 1993, jitterbugging around my Aunt Trish’s backyard with my mom.  In my family dancing became essential to our well being and one of my favorite past times.

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One of the best living situations I’ve ever had was living in Bethesda with my best friend Tabetha.  Everyone was pretty worried about it, especially Tabetha’s dad.  You know what they say; living with people is a whole different ball game and no one wanted our new living situation to come between our friendship, I mean at that point we had 14 years invested.  Well, that or they were concerned we might not make it through the year since we both like to have a good time (to put it mildly).


The first weekend we ever stayed at our house in Bethesda we didn’t have any furniture or heat (it was February in Maryland, heat was necessary) but we had a tv, a couple of logs to throw on the fire and The Grammy’s were on.  A bottle of Captain Morgan later we were dancing around in our kitchen and made what has come to be known as the best dance party video of all time.  We had so many dance parties in that kitchen and living room it makes me smile just thinking about it.  The best part was walking downstairs the next morning only to find two brooms, aka our microphones, leaning against the wall in the living room.  Now that was a sign of a good time. Untitled

Like Blanche from the movie Grease, “when I hear music I just can’t make my feet behave.”  Last night the dance party bug struck again (and by again I mean for the 3rd time this week).  Sitting in my kitchen I FaceTimed my BFF, ol’ Tabby Cat, to catch up on the day’s news and see what she had cooking for the weekend.  I was pleasantly surprised when she answered the phone and was at a sports bar routing on The Wizards with our friend Cole.  As she’s panning the crowd and I’m talking to she and  Cole I hear AC/DC fire up in the background.  Bingo!  I immediately kicked off my flip flops and broke out the air guitar.  So as I’m dancing around my kitchen with my dog judging the hell out of me I started thinking not about how terrible my dance moves were (#whitegirlproblems) but how much fun I was having.

Dancing and fun go hand in hand.  I don’t know one person, unless they are dancing the Tango, that dances with a straight face.  BTW, have you ever tried “straight face dancing”?  Bet you can’t do it.

So tonight check out my playlist, Call The Cops, I Murdered The Dance Floor, on Spotify and break out your dancing shoes.  Smile, have fun, show off your best moves, and make your own dance party video.  And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance.