What happens when you mix a little Youth Conference, some crazy overly confident leaders, and a dash of Kelly Clarkson? A file of blackmail pictures and embarrassed youth is what! I don't know if I thought that we were being helpful by dancing in the middle of all the kids, but I think it was more like spastic bugs in a light zapper than helpful. In the moment we sure were having fun, and I guess, giving our girls a little glimpse into their future. I think this officially ends my days of being cool. Colin of course was right their to capture it all, knowing this could be evidence that he could some day use against me.
Do you think I need to stretch first?
Serina and Mary so happy to be in a church cultural-hall.
This was before she saw my moves.
Just getting warmed up.
Where did you come from?
Where did you Go?
Where did you come from Cotton-Eyed Joe?
6 comments:
Funny! I hope you don't mind, I fixed your header at the top of your blog so it is centered now!:-) It was bugging me!
Oh snap! Colin and his dang camera. Well, at least it shows we are carefree and CONFIDENT to strut our lame stuff in public.
I so would've been right there dancing with you! Woot! Woot!
I like the arm pumps. Hannah calls them "fist pumps" and likes to do them after we all say "Amen." "How 'bout some fist pumps guys?" We don't know where she got that idea... maybe from you.
I'm so glad that Stu didn't know me back in our stake dance days. He would have been frightened, if not poisoned by the amount of nasty perfume I coated myself in.
This was fun! please post more!
You are too funny! I'm happy to be working with you! Too bad I missed this!
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