Remember how after four years at Uintah High I still struggle with the 15 synchronized claps? Well... I went country dancing anyway. It was fun. This short really sweaty fella who doesn't speak English well worked hard to help me learn. He also started speaking in Spanish and I thought I just couldn't understand because of his accent. Nope it was the wrong language.
Someone else suggested last night I watch a lot of YouTube videos to learn to dance.
I am really happy it is the weekend. Yeah, I know... it is 4:54 so I should be working right now. I pinky promise to to finish that DealerSocket thing I am supposed to be working on.
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Lori - I, like you, spent my time in pep assemblies and high school sporting events watching out of the corner of my eye. I tried to match my clapping to what the person next to me was doing. Very often, I failed so as a back up plan, I clapped as softly as I could as not to draw unnecessary attention to my absolute lack of rhythm. I once heard in a stake RS meeting about how some of our little habits or weird little things can actually be good because they give others a way to serve us or love us. Well I guess if it weren't for this little problem you'd probably never have met Manuelito/Juan/Guillermo. I am sure it made his night to show some dance moves to a tall good looking girl like you. I still haven't found my purpose in being a fit dancing partner for a drunk donkey.
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