Shake that thang, hey mama mama!

Remember when my dad and I... and our friend Paul... and then later my friend Sean built that dance studio in my barn? Well, I've been using it. And let me tell you, 85 degree heat makes this dancer a little cranky.

That said, I figured I'd try to catch some of the action on film.

Whoops, that's a little blurry. Let's try this again.

A little better... Question. Does the fact that my feet are too fast to be caught on film make me a total rock star?

Apparently I think so.

T-8 weeks until my Irish Dance exam. Let's do this.

Grab somebody, work ya body, work ya body!

In addition to "writer" and "sandwich artist", I am an Irish Step Dancer. It is something that has been a huge part of my life since I was four years old. It is something that is about to become an even bigger part of my life, as I train in preparation for my Irish Dance teaching certification exam, officially set for this coming September, in Boston.

Yesterday, to aid the effort of me OWNING that exam, my dad and I, with the help of our friend Paul, built the first piece of my new (in! house!) dance studio. A 8' x 16' raised dance floor, with just enough 'give' to cushion my old-lady knees.

Come on over, Sugar.

I'll show you how to shake what your momma gave you. Irish style.